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When only a dysfunctional relationship will do.

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1. Post with a character, put the name and canon in the subject line. In the body of the comment, give your preferences and some if possible some information about the character.
2. Respond to others and roleplay a dysfunctional relationship.
3. Feel free to take inspiration/scenes from the list below or write your own prompt.

Scenarios

1. Try to tell you 'no', but my body keeps on telling you 'yes'. You absolutely, positively do NOT want to sleep with this person again. So why the heck do you keep waking up with their underwear on your bedpost?

2. What happens when a tornado meets a volcano. Maybe you're just too different to see eye to eye. Or maybe you're just too alike and no one's going to compromise. Either way, your battle of wills looks more like World War 3 than a lover's spat.

3. All your love is revenge. You don't know why you're together. You don't know how to be apart. But is whatever that's making you stay with this person worth all the misery?

4. I would die for you baby (but you won't do the same). Ever love someone so much you'd take a bullet for them? What if you want to find out if they would do the same for you? It's not that crazy to demand the same kind of devotion from your lover, right? After all, it's only fair. You aren't obsessed, you're just in love.

5. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Where did things go wrong? You started out so in love, so attached, and now it seems like things are falling apart. Can the relationship be fixed or is this where you both stare awkwardly at each other and decide who gets the CDs and who gets the goldfish?

6. You let me complicate you. You're not good for them. You're corrupting them, you're ruining their life, you're causing them pain, even if you never meant to. Why are they still hanging around?

7. I don't care if you really care as long as you don't go. So there's no love in the relationship. But there's so many other reasons to stay together, right? Sometimes having a lover is more important than being a lover.

8. I will go down with this ship. It's been over a long time and your lover has moved on. But you're never going to give up the hope that they might come back to you. Love is supposed to be forever.

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_{[For something so tiny, that knife's edge is oppressively threatening and everything freezes for a moment for her, and then she speaks, halfway to hysterics.]}

W-what are you doing! Stop it!

[The knife continued downward along Flora's back, pressed into her constantly, until the tip edged its way into the waistband of her skirt.]

Ready for your new set of clothes, Flora?

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Don't cut it! I-I'll do it.

_{[Flora trembled slightly where she was, with anger, with renewed embarrassment.]}

Of course you will.

[Magato lifted the knife away from her back, putting it away.]

Get to it, then.

_{[Having the knife put away was only a small relief. Flora doesn't turn around, not yet. The words cut into her, even if she was spared his knife's edge.

A moment, another, then,]}

Let me borrow your jacket for a bit. It'll be less suspicious that way.

_{[When they came in together, everything was fine. She very well couldn't head for a change room with a shirt that'd been cut through, especially one with such a high cut. There wasn't nothing she could conceivably have snagged it on.

It was as foolish a way to get his way as it was humiliating.]}

[Magato takes a look around them, around the store, before turning back to Flora and setting his hands on her shoulders. Affirming, comforting, of course.

There weren't many people in the store, and no one in that particular section. They were, at least, partly concealed by a shelf or two.]

You can put them on here.

_{[His touch does nothing of the sort, and she stiffens under the weight of his hands.]}

You don't buy clothes often, do you.

_{[She'd know the answer to that, wouldn't she? Or maybe she doesn't. She thought she knew a lot of things. It's not something she wants to think about, anyway. Fine. The sooner she does it, the sooner she can get out of them. Flora awkwardly pulls what remains of her crop top off and slips the top over her bra. The skirt goes on under the red one she's wearing before she pulls that one off over her head--it was easier than bending down to get it. The skirt is that short--even for her, especially without underwear.]}

[The top he's picked out for her manages to be smaller and more revealing than her bra, and really the look isn't very flattering at all. He takes it upon himself to help her with it.]

That's a weird question, Flora.

[One that he doesn't bother answering, either. Standing behind her still, he undoes her bra and sort of just tugs it free of her new top.]

Looks great.

[Another of his happy comments, punctuated by a kiss to her neck and his squeezing her ass, ever-exposed by her new skirt.]

_{[She crosses her arms over her chest and looks away, trying to break free from him all the while. Her clothes do nothing for her modesty, they're more like afterthoughts. They're too much, even for her.]}

If you're done, can I have something else, now.