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HARDEST WORDS TO SAY
Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU
The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT...
A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU
No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE
You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE
You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION
You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS
We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT
... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL
You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED
You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN
That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID
Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME
You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY
You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE
Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM
You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY
You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED
Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER
The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU
You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE
Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

Comments

[uncertainty]

[plumage]

20

[windypop]

[ Before the ship, before the fourth wall, before the Scratch itself -- he had ended up on LOWAS. Sitting on a rock, humming to himself and he stared up at the miraculous sky, not as confused as you'd think him to be.

He's calm, but in the distance -- blinking his eyes a bit -- he notices something. An overly-large orange blur, making its way to his little spot on the ground. Growing closer he could see it was a bird, a person, a bird-man of some sort. And oddly enough?

He didn't feel all that surprised. ]

Re: 20

[plumage]

[ When he sees the glint of a pair of eyeglasses and a mess of black hair in the corner of his eye, he almost stops breathing, feeling the wind catch in his throat as he takes in the sight of the boy he thought he'd lost for good. He pauses, trying to collect himself, before gliding towards him. He doesn't dare take his eyes away, but at the same time he tries not to let on how fucking glad he is to see the boy in front of him. ]

Hey, John.

[ He can't keep the relief out of his voice, no matter how hard he tries. ]

[windypop]

--Hey?

[ But John's blinking now, in what appears to be confusion. This birdguy just said his name, ever so gracefully. But.

Who was he again? ]

Do I know you?

[plumage]

[ Davesprite can't help but smile a bit as he exhales in relief. God, it's so good to see him again. ]

Heh okay man. Pretty lame prank, even for you.

[windypop]

But I'm not pranking anyone right now!

You must have me mistaken with someone else. Which is weird, because.. this is my planet, I think.

[ He gets up, rubbing his neck. ]

What's your name?

05.

[gundamkind]

[ If he'd known, really known beyond half-thoughts and malformed memories, he'd consider this ironic. Maybe fated. Something written right in the stars for all the goddamn world to see, constellations spelling out his bloody end that should have been obvious from the farthest distance. Twinkling like black holes in the eyes of the mutated carapace (motherfucker he never liked you, danced a fucking jig on your grave when you'd been shipped back to the queen in pieces) spelling out his demise with so many shiny white fangs.

He knew there was a reason he didn't like dogs.

Dirk switches his sword from hand to hand, tapping a beat against the gilded hilt. Lord English was gone and the Condescension was out for blood, Jack had cut ties with the group once his biggest threat was gone and the only reason they weren't dead was due to a timely teleportation. The group of intrepid heroes had been blasted across the cosmos. Most were safe, most were going to get out of this okay - most of them didn't have Jack Noir snapping at their heels. God Tier or not, there's no way he can go when it's pretty obvious that his brother (of sorts because in reality his brother was nothing but waterlogged bones at this point, blasted to smitherins when the world went the way it did) isn't going to be able to keep up with him forever.

They've got a break for now. It won't last long, Jack can sniff them out. ]

Catch some rest. [ He's still mulling over the details of the plan. ]

[moirailcompass]

[equinerotica]

17

[enrages]

Hey. We've got to talk. [ settings are for chumps. ]

[equinerotica]

[Yeah, fuck settings, we don't need that shit. We are STRONG enough to exist in a void.

But, uh, yeah, it's never a good thing when someone starts a conversation like that. Least of all Karkat. Better try to keep this formal and neutral for now.]

...Yes?

[enrages]

[ You know what else is for chumps? Email notifications. Fuck that shit. Fuck it. ]

Get a fucking towel, because I know you're going to need it. Here, look. Watch me be the most gracious leader in existence and give you time to do that.

[equinerotica]

[The comment was condescending, but it was also most likely true. Whatever bombshell Equius's self-proclaimed leader was about to drop, it was going to make him sweat. Everything made him sweat. With a frown but no audible complaint, he went to retrieve a drying device from where the fuck ever because we're still not establishing a setting goddammit.]

I highly doubt you will shock me that badly, but. There. Proceed.

[enrages]

[ I have been infected by pregnancy. ]

9

[haxxorbitch]

...

[Nope. Not doing this. Ollie outie floating right back up and away.

How can she ever tell him. For that matter how did it even happen. Must be like in Twilight genderwise.]

[equinerotica]

[No, you get your drunk ass right back down here. No floating away. And we are not bringing your filthy human films into this.

Equius isn't sure what's wrong, but he's no idiot. He can certainly tell that something is wrong.]

You are too quiet, Roxy. It is... Unnatural. For you.

[haxxorbitch]

[Oh, fine then. Her feet touch back down as soon as he says a word, trying to make it look like she was floating up just for the momentary hell of it. Soooo. She puts her hands on her hips.]

Hey. Hey, come on. I can be quiet sometimes. I, like, I thi'thoughts. [...yeah, she took exactly half a shot before she remembered about, well, Babby. Oh my god this is going to be so hard.] Maybe I'm just strongstunned for by bein' around my number one flushcrush dude, you know? You know, thinking about how great you are at PLOWING me, yeah? Am I like doing the horse thing right. [Elbows him with a WONK. Oh wow, Mom. Mom. Stop.] Sooooo, uh. You know how that's -- kinda happened more than a couple of times and stuff by now?

[equinerotica]

[WONK indeed - here comes the waterworks. No he's not crying, he's sweating. Profusely. Still hasn't gotten over that.]

I, er... Well... Yes, and..?

[leet]

H3H3H3H3

[rehashes]

21 dave stop being a shitty SO

[uncertainty]

[ They were always a weird mix. A hardworking, shy veterinary student and the freeballing Dave Strider. The kind of couple people raised their eyebrows at. Their friends would wonder just what did they see in one another, other than maybe Tavros was enamoured with his cool and maybe Dave wanted someone who doesn't realize he's just a lame hipster with a big ego. But they were happy. Warmed up behind closed doors, when there weren't prying eyes to try to break apart their relationships.

Not so much anymore.

In the last year Dave's gotten big, super popular, he tours all the time and he's just as popular as he used to brag himself up to be. Tavros will wait into the blazing afternoons for him to come home from album signings, book signings, interviews, or concerts and sometimes (more often than not because sometimes hurts less) goes to bed alone anyway, hugging a pillow instead of a person and tries not to think about how he can't even smell him on the sheets any more.

But when Dave comes through the door he can smell other people, trolls, humans, men, women, on him so strongly he sometimes has to cover his nose and quietly excuse himself to no one in particular because it's not even like he's listening. Tavros doesn't crawl into bed after him and busies himself with whatever chores are left, works until the apartment is spotless before he gives in and follows, wishing he could lay on his sides so he could at least display the passive-aggression burning inside. He shoves his hands off, bites at his lips when he tries to kiss him and fights for what little dignity he has left without ever addressing feelings because that's not a thing Dave likes to do.

Maybe he should go. But he's still in love with the kid that used to write shitty raps for him and terrify him with erotic allusions he didn't fully comprehend.

And it's not like he's completely innocent either. It's nice just to feel wanted and worth something and remember that Dave isn't the only one who can fool around and that he's attractive and so many other stupid, stupid things that make him realize that maybe he and Vriska aren't so different because when pushed far enough all they can think about is hurting the other person. Dave might be careless, he might just be an asshole, but Tavros doesn't think he'd do it with the intent to rip someone apart when it all came to a head.

But he doesn't think. He does the dishes, thankful for low sinks and the soothing sound of the throaty snarls of classic Alternian Slam. ]

HE CAN'T

[rehashes]

[ Dave's often up late even when he's been out all night, exhausted but full of energy so that sleep doesn't come so easily. it used to before—he would come home and Tavros would greet him and ask him how it went and he would tell him and they would go to bed. but now he comes home to nothing, gets largely left alone, and trying to sleep together is sort of a chore, never mind sex. or anything even remotely close to it. after awhile, he just stopped sleeping properly because getting elbowed instead of cuddled up to was getting a little old.

on this particular night he's up late again, having taken up residence in the bedroom to work on a few new pieces he's had brewing lately. many of his fans have noticed a steady progression of a sort of dark undertone in a lot of his raps these days, but of course none of it gets explained, it's all subtle. no outright vicious eminem bullshit for D stridenasty. that just ain't how he play. most of the crap he writes never sees the light of day anyway, but if it did there would probably be an outcry of shock over how feelingful it is.

again, that ain't how the Strider play.

he decides to give up on lyrical pursuits for awhile and finally emerges from the room, padding across the too-quiet, too-dark apartment in sock feet and nothing else but a pair of sweatpants. the busy schedule doesn't often give him time to kick back, so he's gotten thinner—the drawstrings on his pants are pulled as tight as they'll go to keep them on his hips. Tavros is obviously in the kitchen which means he probably should steer clear but he wanders in against his better judgement and heads for the fridge to grab himself a bottle of Happy Apple Shit and maybe a bite to eat.

what-the-fuck-ever, who pays for this place anyway? and he's hungry, for once. it doesn't mean they have to talk, even if he honestly rather would, because at this point he can't even take a guess at what the problem is. just that there is one that never seems to go away. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Their set up is still oddly domestic for all their wealth. Tavros doesn't want to move, doesn't want to enter the public eye and most certainly does not want to endure any more attention than what he already gets for being DJ Stridenasty's matesprit. He's seen the websites, the comments, and while they once rolled right off his shoulders now he can't help but flinch every time the word cripple or ugly comes up, slams his hands down on the desk and disappears to watch a movie or go by the clinic and bury himself in making everything around him feel even just a little better.

Still, the apartment is just big enough for him to forget that Dave is there. He's flicking a nail against a stubborn piece of caked on batter when he hears footsteps and jumps, twists around to look - oh - bristles and turns back to the sink and focuses all his attention on that one fucking stain because he doesn't want to think about this right now. ]

[rehashes]

[ he gives the troll a side-glance for all of a moment as he walks in, like maybe this will be the one time when they can actually have a normal conversation or somethoh nope guess not. someone stop the presses, we got to get this story out. newsflash: same old bullshit continues.

heh. bullshit. that never stopped being funny ever. he smirks to himself as he drops a couple pieces of bread into the toaster, pops it down and then twists the lid off his AJ and waits. he could go somewhere else and wait for the toaster but it's his goddamn kitchen, alright, and he keeps thinking maybe if he waits long enough and looks unaffected enough that Tavros will finally crack and say something to him. something with substance, anyway.

thus far he hasn't had much luck on that front. ]