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okay, so I disappeared for a long time, my bad! I will either be back shortly or will move to a multi, but I’ll let you know! in the meantime, if you want to rp on discord, dm me!

#✞. those sleepless nights in front of our screens (ooc)

vaememes

✧ BROOKLYN NINE - NINE SENTENCE PROMPTS !

* A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF THE SHOW, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

❝ The next time I see you I’d like you to be wearing a necktie. ❞

❝ Get rid of the mouse, and get your act together. Now. ❞

❝ I see what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work.. ❞

❝ Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me. ❞

❝ God, you must have been the worst fourth grader ever. ❞

❝ Giving him a name makes him human. ❞

❝ I’m fairly certain you would be caught. ❞

❝ What’s the most valuable thing in your office? ❞

❝ You mean my job as an amazing detective/genius? ❞

❝ Did you tell her we slept together twice? ❞

❝ I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit. ❞

❝ I’d wondered why all the birds had suddenly stopped singing. ❞

❝ You’re going to leave my precinct and my task force alone. ❞

❝ Come on, who wants to take this seriously? ❞

❝ I bet she tucked herself in the bed too tight and got stuck. ❞

❝ Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick! ❞

❝ Oh, is he sore from high-fiving criminals he’s gotten out of jail? ❞

❝ Did he get a murderer off who then murdered him to celebrate? ❞

❝ A cop and a defense attorney sleeping together? That’s highly unusual. ❞

❝ It’s a personal matter, involving a personal friend and his personal uncle. ❞

❝ So you remembered to turn off your signature, right? ❞

❝ I promise you, as soon as they tell me, you’ll be the first to know. ❞

❝ You won. Go ahead and gloat, you toad. ❞

❝ Look, I promise I won’t tell anyone, alright? My lips are sealed! ❞

❝ This is a secret. Do you understand me? ❞

❝ You do know what they do to witches up there, don’t you? ❞

❝ Well, I think we handled that with dignity. ❞

❝ Are you making fun of my stutter? ❞

❝ Oh. Uh… Sorry. I think I’m feeling a little awkward. ❞

❝ How do we make it not weird? ❞

❝ I just realized I’m never gonna be able to say that to his face. ❞

❝ You know I’ve made a lot of improvements since you left? ❞

❝ I know we just met, and I don’t wanna be too forward… ❞

❝ I’ve got that feeling about you. I like you. I think tonight we- ❞

❝ They just gave me ten years in prison.. ❞

❝ You can’t do anything except disobey orders and screw up! ❞

❝ Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot. ❞

❝ What’s up? How can I help? ❞

❝ Well, we’ll just break you down to nothin’ and see what time it is. ❞

❝ Speaking of which, I’m getting hungry. What’s for dinner? ❞

❝ Why do people like these things? They’re just shiny rocks. ❞

❝ We’re gonna talk to a lawyer and get a professional opinion. ❞

❝ Looks good! Can barely tell you hulked out in here. ❞

❝ I just threw a bunch of popcorn on the floor. It wasn’t that hard. ❞

❝ All I did was be the only person who believes in you. ❞

❝ Somebody’s tryin’ to kill me, and I need protection. ❞

❝ I can smoke as much weed as I want. ❞

❝ It’s this kind of bickering that makes us such an adorable couple. ❞

❝ I saw an opening and I had to take it. ❞

❝ But this isn’t over! I will hunt you to the ends of the earth! ❞

❝ What?! But we saw him throw them in the garbage! ❞

❝ Nobody’s ever gonna see that footage; the case was cut and dry. ❞

❝ It’s not like I’m dying to tell anyone I saw your- ❞

❝ I’m dating my son-of-a-bitch ex-husband; who am I to judge? ❞

❝ I’ll let you guys talk! I’ll just close my eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll let you give me a spray tan! Any shade you want! ❞

❝ Massage! I’ll give you a massage! ❞

❝ I’ll also give you full control over my hair and wardrobe. ❞

❝ That really freaked me out and I just want this to end now. ❞

❝ The cheese is amazing. It melts in my mouth. And in my hands! ❞

❝ Come on, you can be honest. ❞

❝ I want old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list. ❞

❝ The tow truck just got here, so that’ll buy us at least an hour. ❞

❝ Tow truck?! What the hell’d you do to my car?! ❞

❝ What we need in here is an armored personnel carrier. A tank! ❞

❝ Well, I’m gonna go follow up on a lead right now. ❞

❝ Woah, no! What’re those morons doing in there?! ❞

❝ Why is everyone just standing around? Get back to work! ❞

❝ What’d you do? What’d you say? ❞

❝ I hear you can smuggle in crap from outside. ❞

❝ What’re you lookin’ at? You got a problem? ❞

❝ I like you. You got balls.. ❞

❝ I hate to rub it in, detectives, but I told you they’d find me. ❞

❝ Well, he keeps yelling, “Disability for life!” so I think he’s fine. ❞

❝ Who hired you? Who do you work for, pizza man?! ❞

❝ You look out there and see a problem, I look out there and see an opportunity. ❞

❝ What have I become? Was this whole thing even worth it? ❞

❝ All because we shut down a foot massage place. ❞

❝ Oh, my God. The City has no mayor now. ❞

❝ Put your magical hands where I can see them! ❞

❝ Did they make their bust? Did they save the precinct? ❞

❝ I was behind the bar the whole time. ❞

❝ I bet they have some awesome name for it. ❞

❝ Can a paring knife remove a human heart in under a minute? ❞

❝ I think you guys might be our best option at finding this guy again. ❞

❝ You know, a bunch of us are going out drinking tonight. ❞

❝ How did you get over there? Who are they? ❞

❝ I’ve been calling you. Why won’t you answer your phone? ❞

❝ We’ve been onto you for weeks, and we finally got you. ❞

❝ I’ve never seen them before! What is going on? ❞

❝ We’re on the money trail, and we just found a new lead. ❞

❝ Okay, this is bad. This is really bad. ❞

❝ Wait… What? Did you say “eat people”? Are you a cannibal, [ Name ]? ❞

❝ I’m always gonna be one step ahead of you. ❞

❝ I’m so confused. I don’t know what’s happening right now. ❞

#✞. let us raise our voices loud (prompts)

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆 repost & tag away ! BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized - applicable in some verses.

tagged by: @lucioleptit tagging: @harknesstm @zerocharliexray @thirtnth @storminmywake

#✞. those sleepless nights in front of our screens (ooc)#✞. we must be courageous despite our misgivings (mulcahy)#i love these tag things listen #things are crazy as an army medic rn so bear with me and sketchy activity

heavensyesfathermulcahy

#✞. we must be courageous despite our misgivings (mulcahy)#✞. let us speak out (klinger)#lowkey i ship it so uh #oops #also the army is keeping me super busy rn but i will do replies as soon as i can

latenights

Worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best you could, and it still wasn’t good enough.

#✞. we must be courageous despite our misgivings (mulcahy)

lucioleptit·:

she can’t help the quiet laughter that bubbles, though she does try not to be so loud about it. the image of a grown man in revealing dresses + stilettos dances around her mind’s eye, + she can’t help finding it amusing. “y-y-you sh-shoul-ld.” her voice transitions from laughter to the knowing tone of a friend who’d been all but left behind. “i’m sh-sh-sure h-he’d b-b-be … v-very h-h-hap-ppy t-t-to hear from y-y-you. i-i th-think, f-f-from w-what-t i c-c-can t-t-tell –” she hesitates. don’t assume, she tells herself. “y-y-you’d l-like t-t-to h-hear f-from him, t-t-t-too. hm?”

“yes, knowing him, I think he’d be very happy to hear from me. I think he’s probably missing our old unit a lot more than he expected to, in all honesty.” francis smiled, but it was a sad, soft sort of smile - like the memories he was recalling were being rather desperately censored to allow himself only the happy parts. “I - ah. yes, yes, I would like to hear from him. I haven’t heard from anyone since we’ve been home, really, and I’m a bit worried.“ he took his phone out of his pocket and turned it over in his hands a few times.

“yes, I think it would be very nice to hear from corporal klinger again, now that we’re home. and I - I have some pictures, if you’d like to see!“ with a slightly more genuine smile, francis opened his folder of pictures from his time overseas and held his phone out to annette. the first one was a picture of a painting of six people, with francis in the middle. “our c.o. painted this - it’s the senior staff. I’m there in the middle, and that’s klinger next to me. and margaret on my other side, and then the surgeons behind us.“

#sorry it got long #francis was feeling rambly #✞. verse: let us be guided by kindness and grace (modern)

heavensyesfathermulcahy

#✞. let us listen (sidney)#✞. we must be courageous despite our misgivings (mulcahy)#i love these two wow

wontbelame

valcntines‌:

this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

#✞. those sleepless nights in front of our screens (ooc)#it was probably uh. 2010?? 2011??#big yikes

harknesstm‌:

People were like candles, in that it was a lot easier to watch one quickly blown out, than it was to watch it flicker as the oxygen was vented out an airlock until there was nothing left and it went out the hard way. Sometimes surviving was just going out the hard way. Maybe that’s what he was ultimately doing too, just much, much slower.

“No one really wins a war.” His answer was one he’d used enough that there was a mechanical tilt to it, a grimaced smile as the many boxes labelled ‘War’ in the back of his mind rattled ominously. “Even if you actually manage to save the world, there’s always another one around the corner eventually.” Forever. Sometimes, with longer periods between, but war eventually came to call no matter how long they’d done without it. Someome somewhere always wanted something they thought was worth it.

“Doesn’t mean there weren’t heroes.” His tone jack-knifed into something warmer as he smiled, making the conscious decision to try to lift the lead balloon of a conversation just a little off the ground. “You were. I’ll write a list of why, try me.”

“oh, I wouldn’t say I was a hero,“ he said softly, looking down at his glass. “the surgeons - hawkeye, and bj, and major winchester, and colonel potter and the rest - THEY were heroes, and those dustoff pilots who brought the wounded, and the sisters at the orphanage, but not me. I was just a priest in too far over my head to make much of a difference at all.“

it was a conversation he’d had multiple times, and always with the same results: he just didn’t believe he was any sort of hero. despite the lives he’d saved, and the morale he’d provided, and the sacrifices he’d made, and the people he’d saved, it just didn’t feel like he’d done ENOUGH. there was always MORE he could have done: more lives he could have changed, more useful things he could have done.

“how do you do it?“ when he looked back up at jack, his eyes were teary and a bit desperate. “you went through all of it, you saw the front lines, and you’re still smiling.“

#✞. verse: let us be present and let us be loud (post-war)#oh ouch #poor jack

zerocharliexray·:

@joculariity· ✈︎ 💃🏽

It’s really only a club because they all agree to call it that, but it’s got a bar and a jukebox and something BJ called “apple brandy” that tastes more like moonshine with a little cinnamon in it — it kicks like a mule and burns all the way down like no brandy she’s ever tried before – and she loves it. All of it.

Especially on nights like this, when it’s been a good day with no patients lost and they can all take a collective breath and the mood in this little bar is one of relieved camaraderie. Klinger and Nurse Kellye are shuffling around near the jukebox, and she can only sit there cooling her heels for an impatient minute before she’s on her feet, swallowing the rest of her drink in a blur of warmth, and looking for the closest set of olive drab slacks.

“C’mon, padre!”

Not much of an invite, maybe, when she’s already grabbed his hand to pull him onto the little dance floor, but her grin’s as sunny as they come. “Let’s get a little exercise, huh?”

days that the jukebox was playing were especially dangerous for the chaplain of the 4077th. every other night, he could hide behind the piano, slip in a few ragtime renditions of some hymns, and justify it to himself as some unconventional ministry, but on nights like these, the jukebox took over the music, leaving francis’s hands free for a few too many glasses of whatever pierce and hunnicutt were passing off as high-shelf liquor that week.

and then, of course, there was the dancing! as much as he never really got the chance to join in, he loved to dance, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the jealousy on the nearby corpsmen’s faces when lieutenant blake grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bar.

“it’s an honor, lieutenant!“ he spun her around and caught her gracefully, falling into an easy lindy. “now, are you going to lead, or should I ? I learned both parts in college - it was an all-boys school, you see,“ he teased.

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#he is a Dork look at him #they're so cute

owllyeyed·:

a crooked smile grew on her face. the image of straight-laced + sordid soldiers is jolted by a conflicting image of one of them attempting to seem as maddening as possible – the scenarios could be nothing but ridiculous. “w-w-well – i-i-i’m-m s-s-sure th-the ent-tert-tainmen-nt w-was n-n-nice…”

at the thought of his dear friend, the ridiculous corporal maxwell klinger, francis laughed and rubbed his hand over his eyes, forcing himself to focus on happier memories. “he’d order these dresses - some were quite risqué, mind you, and this all started before don’t ask don’t tell was repealed - and he’d wear them around the hospital, and to formations, and on patrols.” he chuckled and dipped his head to hide the way his cheeks turned pink. “I have to admit, he did look very fetching. I think, by the end, he really started to prefer his heels over his combat boots.” a soft grin spread across his features, and his blue eyes lit up with fondness and nostalgia.

“I hope he’s well. I should really give him a call.”

#✞. verse: let us be guided by kindness and grace (modern)

@harknesstm // “Congratulations. You have survived the war. Now live with the trauma.”

“everyone at home really seems to think it’s that easy, huh?“ francis’s soft voice was slurred and clumsily loud, and his eyes trailed on jack’s lips without any of the flirtatious intent the action may have had earlier in the war. the surgery colonel potter had helped him through had helped him regain his hearing a good bit, definitely, but when he drank, which was more than he’d have cared to admit these days, it (coping and hearing) became difficult all over again.

he raised his (second? fifth?) glass to his lips, then set it down quickly and scrunched his forehead, a bit lost in thought. “they really - they really think the war was like the films, don’t they? they think the heroes won and the villains died?” after a beat, his sad blue eyes widened and he looked up at jack. “and they think we were the heroes?”

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#ouch #shoutout to aftermash for giving him alcoholism and depression and ptsd and then never really resolving it #alcoholism tw #i need a jack tag they're wonderful

@harknesstm // "It's not easy being the disappointment of the family, but someone had to do it, so here the fuck I am."

“well, I can’t imagine anybody being disappointed by you, captain harkness!“ was that suggestive? it felt a bit suggestive. “I mean, you’re a captain, for goodness’s sake! what could the rest of your family possibly be like, if a handsome, polite captain is their most disappointing relative?“ he gave his companion a halfway-tipsy grin and took a sip of his whiskey (gin with a little bit of apple juice).

“my sister and I cheated the system a bit, I believe - now, our parents were absolutely set on having grandchildren, and we both knew that wasn’t quite what we wanted, so we found a good irish catholic loophole! my sister became a nun, you see, and I’m a priest, so as much as our parents would like to, they can’t get on our cases about not having children, because we’re members of the clergy!“

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#happily tipsy francis is a Delight #also i adore your jack sm wow

@zerocharliexray // x

“well, as long as you’re not lying,“ he teased, glancing away and blushing politely at her rather salacious wink. it didn’t mean anything, of course, but it was always refreshing to be able to joke-flirt with somebody who wasn’t hawkeye. “but I’ll certainly be praying for you, lieutenant, and any trouble you might find yourself in! heaven knows trouble has a talent for finding us.“

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#they're absolute goblins

@zerocharliexray // “we work fast and we’re not dainty.”

“that seems to be the general approach around here to bedside manner!“ he laughed as he dried his hands on a towel, inspecting them to ensure he’d washed off all of the blood. the last round of wounded had been fairly quick and entirely fatality-free, leaving the staff of the 4077th in good spirits for once. “you dustoff pilots, though - you’re all incredible, truly. it’s thanks to you that most of these soldiers even have a chance. we do our best here, but you’re the ones performing the real miracles!”

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#they're Sweet

owllyeyed·:

@joculariity·: ❛ i feel like i’m going crazy! ❜

behind overlarge glazzes, hazel eyes widen. “o-oh – ?” she hesitates. how to phrase this next sentence? the idea is clear in her mind. “w-w-well – c-c-cr-raz-zy p-peop-p-ple d-don’t-t us-s-sually th-thin-nk th-they’r-re c-craz-zy, s-s-so.”

“right,“ he said softly. “you’re probably right.“ it was getting harder to reel in his thoughts these days, when they started reaching back toward the more gruesome memories of the war that he’d tried so hard to repress. “I - y’know, I had a friend, back in the 4077th - he tried everything he could think of to pretend to be crazy, hoping the army would discharge him, or at least reassign him. it never worked - he was there with me until the day our deployment ended.“

#✞. verse: let us be guided by kindness and grace (modern)#he's a Mess #modern francis has hearing aids post-war #since canon francis has severe hearing loss post-war

thirtnth·:

she’s pale, the effects of her lack of sleep finally making itself known. weakly, she sinks into the offered seat, rubbing her temples to soothe the headache that pounded away in her head. “I…” she breathes. “I’m just really tired.” she whispers. “Just need some sleep. but….i don’t want…don’t want t’….”

continued // @joculariity

hm. francis definitely understood the horrible conundrum of being absolutely exhausted and being afraid to fall asleep - it was, unfortunately, a popular problem among the soldiers he worked with (not to mention his own horrific nightmares). “I understand,” he hummed, crouching down beside her chair with his usual soft, empathetic smile. “is there anything I can do to help? the doctors have some fairly strong sleeping medications, if you’d like.”

#✞. verse: let us be good for goodness sake (main)#they're sweet !!#good pals !!

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