Me if I ever find someone who does multi-para Trikey RP and writes Michael de Santa.

“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

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Picking dirt from under his fingernails, Trevor taps his foot as he waits impatiently. He’s been sat in this room for less than five minutes and already he hates it. It’s not the muted, easy-on-the-eyes pastel-pink furniture or the insipid liver-disease yellow wall paint, it’s not even the positive affirmation posters, no; it’s the fact he can’t leave until his full hour is up. His court ordered therapy hasn’t even begun yet and already he’s sick of it. He has no idea how Mikey endures this shit week in, week out.

T has a plan, though admittedly it’s not much of one. He’s decided that when his therapist enters the room, he’ll threaten him – bend him over that big fat desk and tell him all he needs to do is sign off attendance at multiple sessions and they’ll never have to see each other again. Hearing footsteps in the corridor, Trevor slowly rises from his seat, ready to grab the guy by the lapels. The door opens and…oh shit; not a guy, no lapels - it’s a woman and she’s cute…ah fuck.

The sight of some good-looking pussy is enough to make Trevor sit straight back down in his seat before she even needs to tell him to. How does therapy work anyway? Will he get to ask the mind doctor what her fantasies are or will they only fixate on his? Maybe she will consider it an education; theoretical instruction on how to get him off before they get down to all important ‘practical’ work.

Straightening his pants, not to look neat, but rather to better frame his ample junk, Philips offers his new therapist his best smile. “Trevor Philips...enchanté” He learns forward to offer her a tattooed hand, admittedly one he now wishes he’d taken more time to wash.

She’s barely had the chance to sit down before Trevor feels the need to outline why he’s here, the reason they claim he has an ‘anger problem’. “So I hit a guy, sure, okay, big fuckin' deal. Alright, a couple of guys…with my truck, maybe backed over them a few times too. But hey, nobody died, that’s what matters...

...can't say I have a temper if nobody fuckin' died, right?"

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“Motorboated to death? I can think of worse ways to go.” Spitting into the dust, Trevor rubs his gums with his fingers, simultaneously wishing he had some more coke. “What’s her name again?”

“Kit” Wade repeats for the third time.

“Kit, what kind of fucking name is Kit? Sounds like you buy her in a store and build her, like that movie, y’know, with the nerds, all science shit, they generate this beautiful chick, I mean she’s stunning Wade…” T does a couple of lewd illustrative thrusts. “…dick-stirring stunning, I mean I would have fucking wrecked that...”

Seeing a car pulling into the entrance of Sandy Shores trailer park, Trevor suddenly punches Wade roughly in the shoulder. “Well go on, fuck off.”

Watching as Wade hastily runs inside his Trailer, Trevor smooths over the rest of what’s left of his hair before giving his vest a quick sniff; acceptable; the girls down at the Vanilla Unicorn certainly don’t seem to mind. Adjusting the gun down the rear of his pants to a more comfortable angle; basically getting it out of his ass, T glances back up at the car.

“Hola, hello!” He shouts, waving erratically at the car, beckoning it over.

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Morning has broken; another day, another big score.

Helping himself to another line, Trevor clears his throat nosily, enjoying the post-nasal drip as he stumbles out of his bedroom wearing nothing more than a pair of stained white socks and what appears to be women’s bright pink panties. Yawning loudly, he shuffles over to the john, which thankfully, for once, isn’t blocked. With no door left on the hinges, anyone passing by is granted a full view of T’s bare backside as Philips takes the longest, strongest piss in human history, at least it seems that way. Scratching his ass, Trevor brings his fingers up to his nose, then down towards his tongue.

“Powdered sugar.” He concludes, with much less confusion than the realisation probably warrants. He hasn’t even questioned that three 1-dollar bills have just fallen out of his underwear.

Hearing a gentle wrap on the door of his trailer, he turns. “Fuck off.” Hastily shaking off, he tucks his junk back into his cramped pink panties. It doesn’t occur to him to wash his hands.

Pulling on a crumpled pair of stonewash jeans, he laces up his docker boots before throwing on a yellow vest, one with a brightly coloured picture of a taco on the front, emblazed with the words ‘Taco King’ - he got it as part of a food truck give-away promotion. Briefly glancing in a cracked mirror, he takes a second to check-out his own ass - lookin’ good Philips, lookin’ like a fuckin’ King. 

Picking up the keys to his truck, Trevor slips a flick knife into his boot and eases a pistol down into the front of his pants, one which is barely concealed under the thin material of his vest; though that’s the whole point, isn’t it - people tend to fuck with you less when they suspect you’re armed. 

Finishing what remains of last night’s beer, T moves towards the door of his trailer, unlocks the flimsy mechanism and violently swings the door wide open.

“What the fuck do you want?”

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*kisses*

One of my personal favorites 💁🏻‍♂️✨

“Tough? Listen, I grew up in five states, two countries, fourteen different homes, eight fathers, three care homes, two correctional facilities, one beautiful, damaged flower of a mother, I’ve served time, my country, your country and myself. I’ve committed every mortal sin, I’ve loved, hated and searched for meaning, and do you find me saying things were tough? Do you? Listen, kid, if you take one thing away from me, it is that self-mythologizing and self-pity are for the weak. You got me?”

injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

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❥   𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

sentence starters inspired by trixie mattel   &   katya zamolodchikova’s web series   ‘   UNHhhh   ’ !!   some quotes have been slightly modified to be more usable .  change gendered language   &   add context to your needs .  mature language   &   themes warning !!   happy roleplaying !! ♡

“   if  you  wanna  fuck  my  mom ,   that  is  none  of  my  business .   ” “   i  knew  this  was  gonna  happen   &   i  still  got  scared .   ” “   i  used  to  pray  to  god  to  take  away  my  ass  hair .   ” “   they  can  put  a  fuckin’  man  on  the  moon ,   but  i  can’t  get  laid .   ” “   if  there  was  a  god  we  would  call  them  hot  gods ,   not  hot  dogs .   ” “   i  was  a  little  bit  turned  on  by  the  feeling  of  being  desirable .   ” “   guys  always  say  my  asshole  tastes  like  a  penny .   ” “   why  did  i  pick  today ,   of  all  days ,   to  turn  it  this  hard .   ” “   i  have  one  toe  out  so  that  people  from  the  bible  can’t  eat  me .   ” “   if  you  want  nice  feet ,   you  gotta  kill  yourself .   ” “   i  wanna  put  the  romance  in  necromancer .   ” “   i  just  wanna  suck  a  dick .   ” “   have  you  ever  had  a  pet  run  away   &   find  it ?   ” “   i  had  a  lizard  that  i  burnt .   ” “   i  look  like  a  half - washed  potato .   ” “   next  thing  i  know  i  woke  up  with  blue  paint  on  my  butt .   ” “   you  don’t  have  any  talent .   you’re  just  a  big  bowl  of  noodles  in  the  shape  of  a  person .   ” “   i  am  extremely  lonely .   ” “   all  my  internal  organs  became  applesauce   &   just  oozed  out  of  my  asshole .   ” “   you  look  horrible .   ” “   i  wanna  fuck  a  sexy  priest .   ” “   my  shoe  flew  off   &   the  heel  hit  somebody  right  in  the  eyeball .   ” “   i  can’t  succeed  in  health   &   happiness  without  you  plummeting .   ” “   if  you’ve  sucked  dick  once ,   that  doesn’t  make  you  gay .     ” “   the  straight  kids  are  gonna  make  fun  of  me .     ” “   are  you  gonna  cry  at  my  funeral ?   ” “   i  don’t  think  you’re  ever  gonna  die .   ” “   you  shut  up   &   get  outta  town .   ” “   i  can  relax  anywhere .   i  just  choose  not  to .   ” “   wigs  are  so  fun .   it’s  so  fun  to  play  with  wigs .   ” “   if  i  say  it  quietly ,   it  doesn’t  sound  like  i  mean  it .   ” “   i  just  observe   &   i  notice  things   &   when  you  lie  about  them ,   i  bring  them  up .   ” “   i’m  thankful  for  two  things :   violence   &   hair care .   ” “   i  went  to  belgium  recently ,   why  didn’t  i  get  involved  in  a  jewel  heist ?   ” “   do  i  have  enough  blush  on ?   ” “   i  wanna  do  crime  on  you .   ” “   i’m  gonna  shove  a  cheeseburger  up  my  ass .   ” “   ingest positivity ,   shit  out  the  haters .   ” “   that’s  what  people  do  when  they  get  horny ,   they  die .   ” “   sometimes  doggy  style  starts  to  feel  like  a  read .   ” “   i  hate  to  be  wrong .   ” “   you  may  deserve  love ,   but  you  won’t  get  it  tonight .   ” “   what  award  would  you  give  to  me ?   ” “   i’ve  finally  lost  contact  with  reality .     ” “   why  am  i  old ?   why  am  i  fat ?   ” “   i  love  myself ,   but  i  don’t  like  the  way  i  am .   ” “   i’m  not  in  a  position  to  tell  anybody  what  to  do .   ” “   i  know  what  to  do .   i  just  don’t  do  it .   ” “   if  you’re  stressed  out  about  your  racist  aunt  or  uncle ,   you  can  physically  assault  them .   ” “   i  punched  my  uncle  in  the  name  of  justice .   ”

“You’re the only asshole I’ll ever love, Mikey.”