Oliver Queen

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injury / injured prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.

soulprompts

the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

alternatively, send in " you stayed. " for the sender to waken the next morning and find the receiver is still sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

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Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 35

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Say what you're going to say, or prepare for eternal silence."

"You know, I'm not really comfortable with being the bait here!"

"You seem incapable of crediting me as a full and normal person!"

"Don't ever tell me what I can and can't do."

"Don't you dare speak to me like you think you have some natural authority over me."

"You've known me for a long time This is about as far as I care to be pushed."

"I don't want you doing anything until you run it by someone who can actually think!"

"You had a choice. You just chose wrong."

"Do you believe anything you say?"

"You really think I would betray my family?"

"What goes through your mind when you lie to me?"

"I'm going to need Google Translate on my phone if I'm going to keep talking to you!"

"Let me do this! Don't take away the one thing I know how to do!"

"Why don't you stay out of trouble for once, huh?"

"This isn't the time or the place to be drawing people's attention, even for a goddamn fool!"

"Well, I always figured you for a special kind of idiot, but what you have done in the past 12 hours is light years beyond any stupidity even I thought you were capable of!"

"Did you think you could do what you did and there'd be no consequences?"

"Could you please stop just one fucking day?"

"Can you please attempt to resemble something human?"

"Does brevity exist in your repertoire?"

"Is there anything else you screwed up today?"

"Are you trying to be funny? I can't tell anymore."

"You should know better than to ask that."

"What is it that you want me to say?"

"That's rather a low blow, isn't it?"

"Can we just for a second stop talking about what a mess my life is and get back to talking about how you don't need to be here anymore?"

"Do you think you can behave yourself this time?"

"You don't have to lie to me. I'm not a little girl anymore."

"I loathe this time of year."

"What's that got to do with me? Why can't anyone around here sort themselves out?"

"Honestly, I don't have the energy or the interest to continue this conversation."

"I can hear you breathing."

"Who the hell are you to judge me?"

"You can't just turn up unannounced!"

"I'd be grateful if you kept your opinions to yourself concerning my whereabouts and purposes."

Everything was so confusing to Oliver. He gad sacrificed everything to save the world, the whole universe and he'd been sure that meant his life but somehow, someway, someone had seen fit to give him one more chance, to give him a chance to live again. He was still struggling with that knowledge and because of that none of his friends or family knew he was alive at least until his entering what he thought was an abandoned building brought him across Sara. He could see she was just as shocked to see him as he was to see her, though he would have to say she was likely moreso stunned to see him since he was actually supposed to be dead. "...Sara?"

birdonawiresara

Sara’s instincts were warring with one another, but her instinct to fight - to protect herself won out as her bo staff was extended and at his neck in an instant. “Who are you?” And yet, her other instincts were screaming this was Oliver. The way he moved, the way he spoke, hell, even the way he breathed... If there was one person that she knew as well as she knew herself, it was Oliver. But she had to remind herself, she’d been locked away in her mind by aliens - tricked into believing her sister was alive. Not to mention there were so many different metahumans with so many different abilities... Still, her gut continued to scream that this was him. Somehow, someway a piece of her life - a piece of who she was had been restored. Finally, she settled on waiting for an answer, on reacting based on his response as the war within her raged on.

Oliver's hands slowly raised into the air and his entire body stiffened when Sara's bo staff suddenly came out, extended and aimed at his neck. His eyes never left her, watching every movement of her body, waiting for the second she might try to attack him, prepared to defend himself but hoping he didn't have to. "It's me Sara. It's Oliver." He said softly, "I know you have questions and honestly I do too. I don't know what's going on. I just know that I'm back. I was given a second chance. Only I don't understand why." He explained. It felt entirely weird to him and if he was honest he felt a bit lost. He kept his hands raised, hoping she would see it was really him and relax her stance so he could lower his arms.

#birdonawiresara

Starter for everyone

Laurel’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stood there, arms crossed firmly over her chest, the weight of the world or at least this moment resting squarely on her shoulders. She didn’t flinch under the scrutiny of the person who had stumbled upon the aftermath of her actions, nor did she seem the least bit ashamed. She had always been good at holding her ground; after all, she was a lawyer, wasn’t she? And lawyers knew the rules… or at least how to bend them. She exhaled, the faintest smirk flickering across her lips. “What? You think just because I’m supposed to uphold the law, I can’t have a drink?” she asked coolly, her voice tinged with defiance. “Funny how that works, isn’t it? It’s how this whole mess started.” The empty glass in her hand was a silent testament to that truth, but she didn’t seem eager to explain more at least, not yet.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her chin lifted in challenge as if daring them to ask what she’d done. Or worse—why she’d done it.

Oliver's stance matched Laurel's, arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed steadily on her, not missing the fact that she didn't flinch under his scrutiny. Of course he had been the one to stumble upon her actions and now he stood there, mirroring her stance, stubbornly refusing to back down as he waited for an explanation that would make sense to him. "I think you know it's more complicated than that Laurel." He spoke the words calmly, "I'm not here to judge you though. So why don't you tell me what happened?" He suggested, wanting her to know he was there to listen, he was there to help if she would let him.

Laurel held his gaze, her expression unflinching, even though she could feel the weight of his eyes trying to chip away at the walls she’d carefully built. She let out a quiet breath, one that carried the frustration and exhaustion she’d been holding in for too long. “You think I wanted to do it this way?” she asked, her voice low but edged with steel. “You think this is how I saw things going when I started down this path?” She shook her head slightly, her arms tightening across her chest.“I did what I had to do, Oliver. It wasn’t clean, and it sure as hell wasn’t easy. But sometimes the right choice doesn’t look like the noble one. Sometimes it’s just the one that keeps people alive.”There was a beat of silence, and then her voice softened, just a little. “You said you’re not here to judge. Fine. Then hear me out. All of it. Not just what you walked in on.” She exhaled slowly, letting her arms drop to her sides, though tension still clung to her shoulders.”It started with a call,” she said quietly, eyes drifting past him like she was seeing it all unfold again. “Someone I used to work with. Someone I trusted. They said people were disappearing—low-profile, no press, no noise. Just… gone. Off the grid. And the cops? They weren’t doing a damn thing.”She looked back at him, jaw tight. “So I followed it. Quietly. Carefully. Until I realized why no one else was touching it.” She took a step forward now, her voice gaining strength, conviction. “Because the people behind it weren’t just criminals—they were untouchable. Politicians. Investors. People with reach. People who could bury entire investigations without lifting a finger.” She saw the flicker in Oliver’s eyes, the way his expression shifted just slightly, like he was starting to put the pieces together.”I couldn’t take it to the DA’s office. I couldn’t take it to the department. Every door I could’ve walked through was already locked. So yeah,” she said, lifting her chin, “I made some calls of my own. Worked outside the lines. Maybe even bent a few. But I stopped them.”Her voice dropped then, quiet but fierce. “You of all people should understand that sometimes the line between right and wrong isn’t as clear as we want it to be. You’ve crossed it more times than I can count—and you did it for the same reason I did.” She looked at him”To protect people.”She met his gaze again, steady and unflinching. “So if you’re here to tell me I went too far, fine. I’ll listen. But don’t stand there and act like you wouldn’t have done the same damn thing.”

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He listened as she explained everything to him, about why she had done what she did and she was right. He would have done the same damn thing as she did. His only concern now was that if she didn't manage to get them all, that she could become a target, that they could come after her. "You're right. I would have done the same thing. People like you described are the reason I've continued this mission in the first place. I may have started it to put a stop to all the names on my father's list but I continued it to keep our city, our home safe from the likes of these people. Are you sure they've all been stopped though? That there isn't any of them left? Because if there is even one left they may target you to try to get the case dismissed." He said, hoping she understood his thoughts and where he was coming from. "I wish you would have come to me and asked for my help so we could make absolutely sure that you get them all but I understand why you didn't." He at least was trying to understand anyway even if he didn't like it. It was her safety he was concerned about, especially since he didn't want her father blaming him if something happened to her. Her father already disliked him. He didn't need to give her anymore reasons to hate him.

Laurel gave a small, rueful smile not out of amusement, but because of how well she knew him. How well he knew her.“I knew you’d say that,” she said softly, stepping closer. “That I should’ve come to you. And maybe you’re right. Maybe it would’ve made things easier. Safer.” Her voice caught slightly on the last word, but she didn’t let it show. She pushed forward, steady and certain. “But this wasn’t your mess to clean up. It was mine. And I needed to know I could do it without a mask, without arrows, without backup.”She met his eyes again, fierce and unflinching. “I needed to prove—to myself—that I could stand up to people like that. That I didn’t need anyone saving me.”Then her expression softened, just a bit, the fire in her gaze cooling into something quieter. Something real.“But I’m not stupid, Oliver. I know the job’s not done until all of them are gone. And I know that means I could still be in danger.” She gave a small shrug. “That’s the risk I took when I went after them.”Her gaze dropped for a second, then came back up. “I didn’t ask for your help because I didn’t want you to get pulled into it. You’ve already given so much to this city, sacrificed too much. I didn’t want to be another thing you had to carry.” “I know,” she said quietly, stepping closer to him, her voice losing the edge it had carried earlier. “I know you would’ve helped if I’d asked. You always do.” She looked down for a moment, gathering her thoughts before lifting her gaze to meet his again. “But this wasn’t just another mission, Oliver. This felt personal. Not just because of who they were, but because of how they operated—how many people got hurt while everyone looked the other way. I didn’t want to drag you into that unless I absolutely had to.” A faint smile touched her lips, wry and a little sad. “You already carry enough.” She nodded slowly, her tone turning serious again. “I triple-checked every name, every connection. As far as I can tell, the ring is done. But if there’s even a chance I missed someone…” She looked him straight in the eye. “Then I’ll finish it. We’ll finish it.”She reached out, gently rested her hand on his arm. “You always watched out for me. Even when we weren’t on the same side. That never went unnoticed, Oliver. And I appreciate it. Really.”Then, softer still” And for the record… I never hated you. Not even close.”

Laurel had always known him better than anyone else. It had been like that for a very long time, just like he knew her better than anyone else. He studied her as she stepped closer to where he stood, "You know it would have. I could have helped make sure that we got every single one of them, even the ones that may be hidden and the links hidden." He said, knowing that he certainly could have made sure each and every one of those people had been caught. His expression softened more as well, "It's not about saving you Laurel. I know better than anyone that you can stand up to some of the worst criminals or you wouldn't have become such a damn good lawyer. I also know that you can take care of yourself." He said with a gentle smile, "But I also know how deep some of these things can go, and often times you can't find the paperwork or the proof you need to prove it in the courts." He explained, wanting to understand his thought process. "I don't view it like that Laurel." he said gently. "The way I see it is the victims can't protect themselves so someone has to do it for them. That's why we do what we do. We work to protect those who can't protect themselves. That's part of keeping this city safe." He explained, "To me that has never been a burden. And helping you help others will never, ever be a burden either." When she rested her hand on his arm he reached with his free hand and covered her hand with his, lacing their fingers together, lifting his gaze to meet and hold her gaze, "We'll finish it together." He promised her with a nod, relieved when she said she had never hated him, "I never hated you either Laurel. I'm sorry I ever made you feel like I've been against you. I've never been against you. I just want to keep you safe the best way I can because I don't ever want to lose you. I can't imagine my life without you." He revealed.

#attorneycanary

recordmemes

༘⋆｡ hard conversations starters

for those hard conversations you have to have sometimes. romantic, platonic, familial, & a few others!

i don't know how to say this without hurting you.

you've been so different lately...

i've been trying to say this for a while now.

i know i messed up. i just need you to listen.

did you fall out of love with me?

you don't have to forgive me.

at what point did you decide i wasn't worth the effort?

why didn't you tell me?

why is love in this family always conditional?

please just say something.

i've spent my whole life trying to be enough for you.

i'm scared if we talk about this, we're going to fall apart.

do you even want to fix this anymore?

you were supposed to be the one person who wouldn't give up on me!

tell me what to do. tell me what you need.

if this is the end, i want to hear you say it.

i'm scared you're only here because it's easier to stay.

i can't keep pretending nothing happened.

you left me to clean up the pieces of what you broke.

you act like you're fine but i can tell you're not.

i can't keep holding this in anymore.

it feels like you don't need me anymore.

was it easier to ghost me than admit you gave up?

say it. say you never loved me.

when did we stop being on the same side?

sometimes i wish i'd never met you.

loving someone isn't supposed to feel like this.

why is it so hard to talk to you without feeling small?

i'm tired of being the one who holds it all together.

if you cared, you would've stayed.

i'm trying to learn how to forgive you.

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Angry Falling Out Sentence Starters

25 starters

« go away! »

« i hate you! »

« i'm sick of you. »

« leave me alone! »

« don't talk to me. »

« go fuck yourself! »

« shut the fuck up! »

« you're a monster! »

« get out of my sight. »

« you're bothering me. »

« i'm not talking to you. »

« that's it! we're through! »

« what the hell do you want?! »

« i'm going to fucking kill you! »

« what do you want from me now? »

« i'm done! i'm fucking done with you! »

« trusting you was such a stupid idea. »

« you're not gonna get away with this. »

« how dare you even just look at me?! »

« you really think i would forgive you?! »

« you're the worst person i've ever met. »

« give me one reason not to kick your ass. »

« i should've beat you up when i had the chance. »

« touch me again and i'll break your goddamn arm. »

« i thought i told you i don't want to see you anymore! »

Starter for everyone

Laurel’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stood there, arms crossed firmly over her chest, the weight of the world or at least this moment resting squarely on her shoulders. She didn’t flinch under the scrutiny of the person who had stumbled upon the aftermath of her actions, nor did she seem the least bit ashamed. She had always been good at holding her ground; after all, she was a lawyer, wasn’t she? And lawyers knew the rules… or at least how to bend them. She exhaled, the faintest smirk flickering across her lips. “What? You think just because I’m supposed to uphold the law, I can’t have a drink?” she asked coolly, her voice tinged with defiance. “Funny how that works, isn’t it? It’s how this whole mess started.” The empty glass in her hand was a silent testament to that truth, but she didn’t seem eager to explain more at least, not yet.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her chin lifted in challenge as if daring them to ask what she’d done. Or worse—why she’d done it.

Oliver's stance matched Laurel's, arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed steadily on her, not missing the fact that she didn't flinch under his scrutiny. Of course he had been the one to stumble upon her actions and now he stood there, mirroring her stance, stubbornly refusing to back down as he waited for an explanation that would make sense to him. "I think you know it's more complicated than that Laurel." He spoke the words calmly, "I'm not here to judge you though. So why don't you tell me what happened?" He suggested, wanting her to know he was there to listen, he was there to help if she would let him.

Laurel held his gaze, her expression unflinching, even though she could feel the weight of his eyes trying to chip away at the walls she’d carefully built. She let out a quiet breath, one that carried the frustration and exhaustion she’d been holding in for too long. “You think I wanted to do it this way?” she asked, her voice low but edged with steel. “You think this is how I saw things going when I started down this path?” She shook her head slightly, her arms tightening across her chest.“I did what I had to do, Oliver. It wasn’t clean, and it sure as hell wasn’t easy. But sometimes the right choice doesn’t look like the noble one. Sometimes it’s just the one that keeps people alive.”There was a beat of silence, and then her voice softened, just a little. “You said you’re not here to judge. Fine. Then hear me out. All of it. Not just what you walked in on.” She exhaled slowly, letting her arms drop to her sides, though tension still clung to her shoulders.”It started with a call,” she said quietly, eyes drifting past him like she was seeing it all unfold again. “Someone I used to work with. Someone I trusted. They said people were disappearing—low-profile, no press, no noise. Just… gone. Off the grid. And the cops? They weren’t doing a damn thing.”She looked back at him, jaw tight. “So I followed it. Quietly. Carefully. Until I realized why no one else was touching it.” She took a step forward now, her voice gaining strength, conviction. “Because the people behind it weren’t just criminals—they were untouchable. Politicians. Investors. People with reach. People who could bury entire investigations without lifting a finger.” She saw the flicker in Oliver’s eyes, the way his expression shifted just slightly, like he was starting to put the pieces together.”I couldn’t take it to the DA’s office. I couldn’t take it to the department. Every door I could’ve walked through was already locked. So yeah,” she said, lifting her chin, “I made some calls of my own. Worked outside the lines. Maybe even bent a few. But I stopped them.”Her voice dropped then, quiet but fierce. “You of all people should understand that sometimes the line between right and wrong isn’t as clear as we want it to be. You’ve crossed it more times than I can count—and you did it for the same reason I did.” She looked at him”To protect people.”She met his gaze again, steady and unflinching. “So if you’re here to tell me I went too far, fine. I’ll listen. But don’t stand there and act like you wouldn’t have done the same damn thing.”

[@forgedintoahero ]

He listened as she explained everything to him, about why she had done what she did and she was right. He would have done the same damn thing as she did. His only concern now was that if she didn't manage to get them all, that she could become a target, that they could come after her. "You're right. I would have done the same thing. People like you described are the reason I've continued this mission in the first place. I may have started it to put a stop to all the names on my father's list but I continued it to keep our city, our home safe from the likes of these people. Are you sure they've all been stopped though? That there isn't any of them left? Because if there is even one left they may target you to try to get the case dismissed." He said, hoping she understood his thoughts and where he was coming from. "I wish you would have come to me and asked for my help so we could make absolutely sure that you get them all but I understand why you didn't." He at least was trying to understand anyway even if he didn't like it. It was her safety he was concerned about, especially since he didn't want her father blaming him if something happened to her. Her father already disliked him. He didn't need to give her anymore reasons to hate him.

#attorneycanary

birdonawiresara

Closed starter for @forgedintoahero

With Starling doing well, but Sara being left to deal with the fallout of not only being without Laurel, and her dad, but now Oliver as well, she did what she always did: she ran. She took off, aimlessly traveling and helping out as the Canary wherever she could. Currently squatting in an abandoned building, she’d already taken off her mask and wig and was slipping out of her leather jacket when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. How they’d gotten past her traps, she’d never know, but that wasn’t something she could worry about right now. Instead, she spun around, bo staff pulled, only to come face to face with... “...Oliver?”

Everything was so confusing to Oliver. He gad sacrificed everything to save the world, the whole universe and he'd been sure that meant his life but somehow, someway, someone had seen fit to give him one more chance, to give him a chance to live again. He was still struggling with that knowledge and because of that none of his friends or family knew he was alive at least until his entering what he thought was an abandoned building brought him across Sara. He could see she was just as shocked to see him as he was to see her, though he would have to say she was likely moreso stunned to see him since he was actually supposed to be dead. "...Sara?"

#birdonawiresara

Starter for everyone

Laurel’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stood there, arms crossed firmly over her chest, the weight of the world or at least this moment resting squarely on her shoulders. She didn’t flinch under the scrutiny of the person who had stumbled upon the aftermath of her actions, nor did she seem the least bit ashamed. She had always been good at holding her ground; after all, she was a lawyer, wasn’t she? And lawyers knew the rules… or at least how to bend them. She exhaled, the faintest smirk flickering across her lips. “What? You think just because I’m supposed to uphold the law, I can’t have a drink?” she asked coolly, her voice tinged with defiance. “Funny how that works, isn’t it? It’s how this whole mess started.” The empty glass in her hand was a silent testament to that truth, but she didn’t seem eager to explain more at least, not yet.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her chin lifted in challenge as if daring them to ask what she’d done. Or worse—why she’d done it.

Oliver's stance matched Laurel's, arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed steadily on her, not missing the fact that she didn't flinch under his scrutiny. Of course he had been the one to stumble upon her actions and now he stood there, mirroring her stance, stubbornly refusing to back down as he waited for an explanation that would make sense to him. "I think you know it's more complicated than that Laurel." He spoke the words calmly, "I'm not here to judge you though. So why don't you tell me what happened?" He suggested, wanting her to know he was there to listen, he was there to help if she would let him.

#attorneycanary

mcflymemes

"THIS IS THE LAST STRAW" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i'm done talking about this.

we're through with this.

stop bringing it up with me.

i don't want to talk to you anymore.

it's over.

you could have communicated it to me. we could have talked this through.

you were never going to do anything i said.

you crossed a line.

you've been lying to me this whole time, and i'm sick of it.

i'm not about to listen to you spin more lies.

pack your things and get moving.

it's been decided. you leave tonight.

whatever you're about to say, it won't work on me.

i have listened to too many of your lies to care anymore.

meeting you was a mistake.

you're done here.

i can't take any more of this.

you have crossed me for the last time.

i warned you what would happen if you did that.

you took everything from me.

no more excuses.

this is the last time we'll be seeing each other.

i want you out of here by tomorrow.

i never want to see your face again.

you have destroyed everything with your foolishness.

i could overlook one mistake, but this is far beyond what is acceptable.

you expect me to just look the other way?

you've done irreparable damage to everyone around you.

there's nothing you can say that will change my mind.

i have no desire to talk things out.

you promised me a solution.

there were other ways to go about doing this.

you should have listened to me from the very beginning.

stop talking to me.

everything got worse when you showed up.

i had a plan in place and you ruined it.

no one wants you here.

you can't just take everything back.

this is all your fault.

i have no desire to make things right with you.

you came on way too strong.

i don't think anyone around here trusts what you have to say.

you've made a fool out of yourself.

well. that's it then.

you can see yourself out.

pretty sure you made your decision well before you even came here.

you were never going to give me a chance.

you're a shit liar.

you ended up hurting a lot of people in the process.

everything was better before you showed up.

i will never trust anyone ever again because of you.

this is your doing.

mcflymemes

PROMPTS FOR AFTER THE BATTLE * dialogue for post-conflict conversations, adjust as necessary

you did good out there.

you made me proud.

they had the advantage.

you saved my life.

how many were lost?

we can't stay here forever.

that was way too close.

i searched everywhere!

how can i ever repay you?

you came out of nowhere.

help me look for survivors.

you couldn't have known it was a trap.

i knew i could count on you.

were you hiding the whole time?

you saw what they did out there.

i can't believe we won.

how long have i been out?

we're lucky the walls held.

no more bloodshed.

here, i think this is yours.

you impressed me.

think i'll sleep for two days straight after a fight like that.

i'm still limping, but i'll be fine.

i can't believe they're gone.

don't blame yourself.

they were stronger than we were.

i tried to save them.

are you giving up?

it was close. we made it out.

how are we supposed to beat them?

never do that again.

it'll be dark soon. we should move.

how are your injuries? let me see them.

stay close to me.

i'm not as young as i once was.

that went better than expected.

i don't think i can do that again.

i need a medic over here!

i'm a little sore, but i'll be okay.

war is hell.

i didn't know what to think.

they were ready for us.

we did what we could.

i can still remember the screams.

was it worth it? for this?

i don't think this is a fight that can be won.

you left me to fend for myself out there!

where were you when i needed you?

i thought you were dead.

after a fight like that, i want you to stay close.

i'm more worried about you.

i saw you fall.

let me clean you up.

where does it hurt?

it was a trap.

this used to be a pretty spot once.

can't believe it's all gone.

one second you were right beside me, and the next, you were gone.

i knew i'd see you again.

pull yourself together!

no one's ever taken that castle.

we knew it'd be close.

you dropped your sword.

is it over?

i don't think i can do this anymore.

i had your back!

this is a lost cause.

i'm not strong enough.

you're covered in blood.

next time, we'll be ready for them.

i needed you out there!

i couldn't have done this without your help.

we should keep moving.

we're not done yet.

they had the numbers.

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference! TRIGGER WARNING: N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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Here’s some more!

“If anything happened to you— I couldn’t…”

“Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“You’re not breathing. Breathe.”

“I’ve got you.”

“You’re safe with me, now.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“No matter what, I will always come after you.”

“Take my hand— and stay close.”

“You’re shaking. Here, come closer.”

“Sorry, when I didn’t didn’t see you, I got worried.”

[hears crying]

“You look exhausted. Come here.”

“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”

[touches forehead] “You’re burning up!”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“You always do that. Pull away when I get close. What are you afraid of?”

“For once, will you just look at me?”

“I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy… you make me weak.”

[traces fingers over scars, sitting in the firelight, watching the flames jump and bend to the music of the wind]

“I’ve never noticed this scar before.”

“When you touch me, it’s like I can’t breathe.”

“I just love being near you.”

“Wait! Please— I’m sorry, just— wait.”

“There’s something about you that makes me smile.”

“I’ve never felt like this before. It only happens when I’m with you.”

“Here. Sit next to me.”

“Where are you goin? I saved you a spot.”

“Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking a little red.”

[leaning close, knees almost touching]

“Hey, you’ve got something on your face. Here, hold still… ”

“Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just— I’d feel better knowing you’re near.”

“I’ve never felt weak. Until I met you.”

“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”

“I’ve got you… just breathe, okay? I know it hurts. We’re almost done.”

“If you go, I go too.”

[catching the other staring when they think they’re not looking]

“I’ll never get over hearing you say my name.”

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

[takes hand, puts it over heart] “This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.”

“Just hearing the sound of your voice is enough to make me smile.”

“Never will they hurt you. As long as I’m alive.”

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to scream— stop smiling, I mean it!”

“Please. Just let me hold you.”

“I never thought I could miss a person as much as I’ve missed you.”

“You make me ache in ways I never felt possible.”

“You don’t get it do you? How can you be so blind! Don’t you understand how much I care about you?”

[grabbing wrist, pulling person behind them, sensing danger]

[wiping tears from the others face]

[that one hand squeeze just before letting go]

“Stay still. You’ve been wounded.”

“Never. Never will I stop loving you.”

“My gut does the weirdest things around you— acrobatic things.”

“You look pale. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“When’s the last time you ate?”

“I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“I can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt.”

“This is nice. You and me. Against the world.”

“I choose you— can’t you see? I will always choose you.”

[pulls head on lap, running fingers through hair]

“Relax. I’m here now.”

“Till death do us part. And forever until the end of eternity.”

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“If it weren’t for you, I may have lived my whole life thinking I was happy. But now I know the truth.”

“Wake up. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Talk to me… I’m worried.”

“Wait, are those-? Are those bruises?”

[pulling other person close, feeling them breathe a sigh of relief]

“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.”

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* caring prompts

‘ healing is a process.’

‘ wake up, sleepyhead.’

‘ don’t be afraid to cry.’

‘ it’s okay to ask for help.’

‘ buckle up.’

‘ when’s the last time you ate? ’

‘ i’ll stay home and look after you.’

‘ you have a fever. you’re not going anywhere.’

‘ why don’t you take a break? ’

‘ warm enough? ’

‘ i tucked you in last night, silly.’

‘ take my hand. it’s getting crowded.’

‘ we all need help sometimes. ’

‘ sorry for waking you.’

‘ there you are.’

‘ i came to check on you. ’

‘ because i love you.’

‘ where’s my hug? ’

‘ i’ve been looking everywhere for you.’

‘ look before you cross. ’

‘ i love having you around.’

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* wordless prompts

send a word for our muses to interact! specify who does what.

hands – muse a takes muse b by the hand

chamomile – muse a falls asleep on muse b

lesson – muse a teaches muse b something

blaze – muse a feels muse b’s forehead

fix – muse a adjusts a piece of muse b’s clothing

help – muse a props up muse b’s head to give them water / food / medicine

firefly – muse a checks on muse b in the middle of the night

jacket – muse a gives muse b their jacket

stop – muse a holds muse b back during a moment of tension

cradle – muse a pulls muse b’s head into their lap

bed – muse a makes muse b lie down

hurt – muse a takes care of muse b’s wounds

flee – muse a breaks out of muse b’s arms mid - hug

dream – muse a comforts muse b after a nightmare

shield – muse a shields muse b from danger

picasso – muse a draws with muse b

nuzzle – muse a rests their chin on top of muse b’s head

piggyback – muse a gives muse b a piggyback ride

lift – muse a lifts muse b over their shoulder

hug – muse a embraces muse b

infirmary – muse a wakes up in the hospital and finds muse b at their bedside

visit – muse a visits muse b in the hospital

shine – muse a makes muse b laugh

food – muse a and muse b share a meal

light – muse a flickers the lights to get muse b’s attention

nudge – muse a nudges muse b

digits – muse a texts muse b