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" OH ,  THE  THINGS  WE  INVENT  WHEN  WE  ARE  SCARED .   " indie oc / canon multimuse, loved by kyran .

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            SOMETHING  HAPPENS  TO  THE  WAY  HE  SPEAKS    around  her  ,  when  lights  are  low  and  the  air  is  warm  .  he’s  almost  …  eloquent  .  it’s  a  nice  change  .  ‘  i  mean  that  –  that  what  if  we  were  something  great  ?  you  and  me  .  what  if  it’s  the  best  decision  i  ever  made  ?  i  don’t  make  that  many  ,  mora  .  ’  he’s  steadfast  ,  here  :  he  needs  her  ,  as  much  as  he  needs  his  gun  or  his  heart  .  he  needs  all  of  them  .  ‘  if  you  walk  away  ,  i’ll  never  know  .  and  neither  will  you  .  that  doesn’t  …  get  to  you  ?  you  can’t  tell  me  you’re  okay  with  going  the  rest  of  your  life  wondering  about  …  us  .  ’

          she doesn’t know whether to turn him away, to do something that would enforce some kind of hatred, some feeling of betrayal, but the notion of leaving the guardians feels like betrayal enough. no matter how many times gamora has tried to deny it, there’s always been the beginnings of... something, between both herself and peter, and she can’t exactly put a name to it, but neither can he. peter is right, though, she can’t tell him, evidenced by the way she opens her mouth to counteract him and comes to nothing. she shakes her head. “peter, i know that one day, something will happen to hurt you, and it’s the last thing i want to do. to hurt you. or the guardians. i don’t feel like i’m safest to be around. i’ve been hurting people for so long, and-” and i’ve finally found something so worth fighting for, but i don’t know how long it’s safe between my palms. “it gets to me, but-... maybe it’s for the best that we don’t find out what.”

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peter & gamora + tropes (2.0) | marvel cinematic universe

“When are we gonna do something about this unspoken thing between us?”

“What unspoken thing?”

“This…“Cheers”, Sam and Diane, ‘guy and a girl on a TV show who dig each other but never say it because if they do the ratings would go down’ sort of thing?”

- Conversational Troping

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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'i don't feel so good.' let two go first coward. give me two/three

         he feels the air leave his chest in an instant, there’s something wrong, and it fills him with a panic that he’s not used to. three’s lost two more times than he can count on both hands, and gained her back the same number of times. he’s learned to live with the luck of her constantly coming back, but this time, it feels more permanent than ever. she breaks into pieces, and he’s grabbed both her arms in an attempt to make her stay, and it makes him think, with sick realisation, that the loss of two is so much more permanent when he feels her go, but he can’t let her go now. “hey, no, stay with me, two.” his voice is ragged already, a panic tears his voice to pieces. “nonono, come on.”

         but there’s no threat to shoot, there’s nothing to fight, two is crumbling in his hands, and he doesn’t have a way to stop it. he twists, desperately, “android! android, get your metal ass to two’s room right now-!” he turns back to two, afraid she’ll be gone before he can get a last look at her, “hang on, just stick with me, come on-” his tone moves to pleading, desperate, his hands close around ash that stains his palms, she’s leaving him faster than he can compute. “you’ll come back, come on, you’ll come back, two. you always do. okay?”

         when he loses sight of her eyes, when he hears her comm hit the floor quietly, he can’t stop this blinding, angry feeling of rage, scooping up his gun in ash-stained palms and sprinting to the bridge, to find her, to find something to attack, to find something to enact revenge on, but it aches too much for him to realise that his own body is mimicking the disappearance that occurred with two as he stumbles in on seven.

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'what's happening?' yknow what i literally didnt wanna do this but like. quill and chris innit

what did it cost?

          he hasn’t been feeling well, and he’s not entirely sure why. chris is looking at quill, cape bunched in his child’s fists, he looks smaller than ever, red smudged around his eyes as he looks at the outlaw. there’s something wrong, and it’s when quill starts slipping away in fragments, chris’s voice catches in his throat, a choked little cry. “hey-!”

          he’s fading, and it’s faster than he can realise. chris is already clinging to his fingers in a desperate attempt to make him stay, “wait, no! no, stop it! dad, you can’t-!” his eyes are filling up, and while quill fragments, chris tries to keep him grounded, but the dust swirls faster, and he shakes his head violently as particles catch in his hair, pieces of quill, who rots faster than a tree, fluttering. his fingers turn to filthy ash in chris’ pale hands, and he stretches, desperately, take’s quill’s face in his dirty hands. “stop it, stop! this isn’t funny! the game’s over!” he shouts, and his voice is desperate, a plea, this sick joke isn’t funny anymore.

          but quill’s going, and his face crumbles in chris’ palms, and it leaves a boy alone, with his tears streaking his facepaint, his hands shaking. on a ship this big, he had felt so safe with quill, but now that there was only chris, and no captain spirit or starlord to keep him safe, the grim reality of the world weighs into his barely-grown bones. he sobs, and it bounces off the metal walls of the milano, a lost soul that fragments between his sobs. “dad! this isn’t funny!”

          but what chris doesn’t realise, is in his panic, his sobbing and crying, his ankles fade, and it catches his eye at his knees. he looks around, panicked. “wait, no! no! this isn’t funny, this isn’t- help!” his chest is snatched, he looks in horror as the particles waft about, and his neck, and head, and all that’s left of the duo captain spirit and starlord is a pile of ash on the floor.

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Send ‘I don’t feel so good’ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly fading away in front of them.

Send ‘What’s happening?!’ For the reverse.

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           something akin to a retch pauses two’s latest complaint, and she attempts to back away further, despite the fact she’s already flattened against the western wall. ‘no,’ she manages, choked and fierce all at once. surprisingly, the title he’s branded her with doesn’t send that age old ripple of excitement through her – instead, she bares her teeth in disgust. ‘if it didn’t want to die, it wouldn’t have boarded my ship. space it and then hit the showers, three. that’s an order.’

         it feels comedic, to be arguing like children over a little creature, but three rolls his eyes, and snaps his teeth shut close to his fist, almost implying he’d eat the insect if he had a chance, before he turns away from her. “alright, alright. you’re not in a good mood atall, i see that now, i’ll go kill this thing and then torch the ship for further things, and then torch myself for touching them, and then shower, and you can come and say hello to my burnt body!” he’s being overdramatic, he knows, as he clatters through the doorways in the direction of the airlock, but he knows better than to defy an official order.

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            ‘three.’ it’s little more than a snide hiss, but the horror she’s trying to convey comes over loud and clear. ‘just send it out of the airlock. why are you being so difficult?’ she almost blanches at the action, knuckles whitening around the butt of her gun. ‘if you aren’t careful, i’ll send you with it.’ this threat is far less real, but still steely enough to be concerning.

          “two!” he replies, scrunching his nose as he grins, clearly delighted with the situation he’s in. “look, it’s fine, watch, he’s good, aren’t you buddy?” and three opens his hands to allow the creature to scuttle up his arm, before capturing it just as it meets the line of his shirt. “do we have to kill him? i think he’s cool. c’mon, boss. we can get android to give him little guns.” there’s a pause, “or you can come with me and open the airlock, y’know. say goodbye to this little guy before you kill him forever.”

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           ‘if he was so scared of me, he wouldn’t sit in my – it. it wouldn’t sit in my seat.’ with all the finesse she’d use on a high calibre mission, two slinks around three and his new pet, back pressed as firmly as she can manage against the hull of the raza. ‘you wash your hands before you touch me or i will break them, and that is a promise, three.’ the way she says this, free of jest or smile, makes it very apparent that she isn’t even close to kidding. ‘get rid of it.’ 

          “do you think the spider talks like we do, huh? he’s gonna lift up one of his legs and go ‘hey!’? no. he didn’t know it was your seat! he can sit in my seat if that’s what you want.” he’s grinning mercilessly, before he shakes his closed hands rapidly a few times, if only to agitate two and his critter friend. “bold of you to assume i ever wash my hands, but i’ll wash them free of spider-dirt. maybe.”

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          ‘  KILL IT  !  ’    whatever’s  given  two  such  a  shock  doesn’t  become  apparent  until  the  other  gets  closer  to  examine  what  she’s  avoiding  –  on  the  other  side  of  the  bridge  ,  a  spider  the  size  of  a  grape  dangles  in  front  of  her  seat  .  ‘  space  it  ,  i  don’t  care  .  just  get  it  out  of  here  .  ’ 

          the second she exclaims such, three’s already got a hand on his pistol, and it’s half out of the holster before he sees the spider, before he scoffs, cups both hands, and holds it securely in place. “what, you scared of these? you know, i thought you’d be made of tougher stuff.” he teases, “he’s probably more scared of you than you are of him. ain’t that right, spider-buddy?” he whispers against the back of his hand, before laughing.  “c’mon, you’ve gotta hit the button if we’re gonna space him, two.”

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          “a little small talk, a smile, and baby, i was struck! i still don’t know what he’s done with me, a grown-up woman should never fall so easily!”

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The Last of Us Sentence Starters

Listed below are various quotes from the video game The Last of Us as well as the Left Behind DLC.

“I haven’t seen you… in I don’t even know how long.”

“But… I wasn’t just anyone, was I?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“When have you ever cared about what I think?”

“We were good, we were better than good!”

“Who am I to stop you?”

“The one person that can.”

“You really will be miserable without me.”

“Don’t go.”

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DARK MATTER | 3.09

You are just so cute.

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dark matter sentence starters part one

these are some sentence starters from the tv show ‘dark matter’. feel free to edit pronouns. some of the things on here may have triggers.

❛ i vote against her voting. ❜

❛ yeah, that’s something you need to get under control. ❜

❛ you can spend the rest of your life doing good deeds and never make up for what’ve done. ❜

❛ and stop starring at my ass. ❜

❛ i’m sorry we couldn’t do more for you. ❜

❛ don’t let the bastards get you down. ❜

❛ that blood thirsty look in your eyes is all i need. ❜

❛ she did ask me not to hit you in the face, though. ❜

❛ that actually went better than i thought it would. ❜

❛ hide and don’t come out until we tell you it’s safe. ❜

❛ it would be better if there was no witnesses. ❜

❛ it’s an accident waiting to happen. ❜

❛ as much as i like to tell you i told you so… ❜

❛ we can spend some quality time getting to know each other. ❜

❛ offense taken. ❜

❛ he probably meant something to me once. ❜

❛ i just wish i could remember. ❜

❛ fresh start for all of us, right? ❜

❛ why did you tell us about this sooner? ❜

❛ i know i like her a lot more than i like you. ❜

❛ no one else knows about this? ❜

❛ only you, since you’re the only guy i trust. ❜

❛ i don’t like to be touched. ❜

❛ you sound very emotional, about we all just calm down… ❜

❛ or now. we could talk about this now. ❜

❛ i’m gonna buy myself something nice and limber. ❜

❛ you guys are gonna make a great team. ❜

❛ i think i may’ve played before. ❜

❛ i don’t know what you’re getting so upset about. ❜

❛ i was not being petty, i was one hundred percent sincere. ❜

❛ you’ve done something new with your hair. it suits you. ❜

❛ besides, if he was actually going to leave, he was have made a bigger deal about it. ❜

❛ subtle he is not. ❜

❛ i thought i was nothing but patient. ❜

❛ no, i haven’t seen your inhaler. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you were her type. ❜

❛ you really think there’s going to be a next time? ❜

❛ neglecting to mention certain details is not the same as lying. ❜

❛ it must be worth something, right? ❜

❛ sometimes she scares me a little. ❜

❛ i know i can trust you. ❜

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some additions since i rewrote the muse list

>>   ALICE  WILLIAMS .   ❛   A  SHADOW  IN  HER  OWN  HOME .   ❜

>>  RUPERT  TRAVIS .   ❛   THE  BIRDS  ARE  MY  FRIENDS .   ❜

>>   DYLAN  STEPHENS .   ❛   THEY  DIDN’T  WANT  HIM  ANYMORE .   ❜

>>   MARIANA GARCIA .   ❛   WHO  DID  YOUR  LITTLE  GIRL  BECOME ?   ❜

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hot take: i was enabled

>>   GEORGE  WEASLEY .   ❛   SHOULD  ALWAYS  GET  AN  E .   ❜

>>   CLEMENTINE  EVERETT .   ❛   I  AM  STILL  NOT  BITTEN .   ❜

>>   TENNESSEE .   ❛   DYING  IS  SAD .   BUT  NOT  SCARY .   ❜

>>   IAN  KEOGH .   ❛   TRUSTWORTHY  AND  A  GOOD  FRIEND .   ❜ 

>>   PIETRO  MAXIMOFF .   ❛   YOU  DIDN’T  SEE  THAT  COMING ?   ❜