Came For The Girl And Got The Monster Instead.

Independent OC Multiverse & multiship!! Muse & Mun are of age, NSFW will occur. All icons & gifs have been made by the Mun!! Pages currently under construction.

[versesofourhearts]

-versesofourhearts

[mxrr0rball]

living weapon characters who cant conceptualise not being the one who puts themselves in danger for others. living weapon characters who dont understand why someone would ever protect them instead of the other way around. they're flabbergasted the first time someone (e.g. found family) steps in to protect them.

"What are you doing?"

"Protecting you????"

A pause. "What? Why?"

[crownmemes]

Concerned Sentences, Vol. 13

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I'm worried about you. I think you might need some help."

"You seem happy. You never seem happy."

"You've been through something unimaginable, after which a period of adjustment is to be expected. But this? This is chaos."

"When was the last time you did something just for you?"

"You know we're going to have to talk about it sooner or later?"

"What's wrong? You look different. You look lifeless."

"Why can't you let yourself be happy?"

"I've been letting it go so far, but if the idea is to drink more and more until I say something, I am hereby officially saying I wish you would stop drinking!"

"Let's not pretend it's been a normal day."

"I need you to pull yourself together. Can you do that?"

"Why were you crying?"

"What's the matter with you? Are you not used to positive attention?"

"This is so unnecessary. Just talk to me."

"Why are you acting weird?"

"Your eyes... They've seen things."

"You have to forgive yourself. That's how healing begins."

"This is going to sound weird, but you seem quiet today."

"You're agitated. Do you need a cup of tea?"

"Sometimes I look at you and I don't recognise the man looking back at me."

"Let me be here for you. Please?"

"I'm sensing you've done things today you wish you could amend."

"Why are you so hesitant to discuss this?"

"I asked you about your family and you changed the subject."

"Should I be worried about you?"

"Are you having a hard time focusing on what I'm saying?"

"You've locked yourself away out here. It's not healthy."

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[silent-insanities]

Don't pretend this meant nothing.

[learnedlucidity]

Had a tough time over the last week or so… tooth related drama. Starting to feel a little better so will be on over Friday/the weekend for replies 💕

[rpmemes-galore]

Stargate: Atlantis — Irresistible  {Sentence Starters}

“But, I want one. Please.“

“Talking about annoying…”

“What did you shoot him for?“

“Do you think he poses a threat?“

“And if you aren’t yet, you will be.“

“It’s for your own good… trust me.“

Can I get one? Are they hard to fly?“

“What, you’re leaving me here alone?“

“Are you that eager to return to Earth?”

“Nothing here. We should probably go.“

“Really? How interesting. Tell me more.“

“No, no. When you’re right, you’re right.”

“How do you get your hair to go like that?“

“Yeah, it was a little rough, but we’re good.“

“You and I should really talk about marriage.”

“We have to check it out. That’s the protocol.”

“I love a woman with spirit… and a great body.“

“I’ve never been there. It sounds nice. Is it nice?“

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, you are definitely wife material.“

“Uh, maybe a little brain damage, but just a little.”

“No. Nor does he, nor anyone else, speak for me.“

“Well, it is tempting, but I’m afraid I couldn’t do that.”

“You get too close to me, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

“Yes. They are hard to fly, and no, you can’t have one.“

“Lunch was great, but I just realized we’re running late.“

“It’s nothing. Just a cold. No big deal. It’s just annoying.”

“I can’t believe you brought him here without permission.“

“Great. Then I haven’t missed anything. I hate missing things.“

“I get the feeling that your friends don’t like having me around.“

“I mean, you can’t prove it ‘til you’ve met everybody, am I right?“

“Save your breath. Your charm no longer has any effect on me.“

“What, you come all this way, you don’t even want to do a trade?“

“If he doesn’t come around, you’re going to have to do something.“

“OK, let’s just make contact, buy our souvenirs, and get out of here!“

“Well, then, why don’t you start by telling me what you have to offer us?“

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got a good feeling about this planet.“

“Yeah, probably wouldn’t hurt to make contact with the locals, though, hm?”

“Hello, new people! Why didn’t anybody tell me the new people were here, yet?”

“I’m sorry.  My manners just fail when I am in the presence of a beautiful woman.”

“In which case I said I would track him down, hang him by his feet, and cut off his…”

“I noticed that people started to like me… well, hate me less, but pretty soon it became like.”

“What do you say you and me get together? We have some lunch, we talk about this, huh…?“

“The sick have been cured, the lame can walk again… well, some still crawl, but they crawl a lot faster than they used to.“

[memesforu-blog]

Send “Don’t touch her/him” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat

[learnedlucidity]

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

“We all wore masks when we had to. All of us,” Fi replies, voice low, taut like a wire stretched too tight. She doesn’t dare say more—not with unseen cameras nestled in the foliage and Capitol eyes dissecting every syllable, every flicker of expression. But maybe it’s already too late for caution.

“Some of us just forgot to take them off when no one was filming.” She counts herself among them. She always has. Both of them Capitol-made, Capitol used. Victors, yes, but also commodities dressed in trauma and teeth.

Fi places a deliberate weight on the word filming, like pressing a bruise. A reminder to Fox, as if either of them could forget exactly where they were. The fucking quarter quell. This wasn’t a forest. It was a stage. With no doubt millions of cameras taking them in from every angle.

She steps forward slowly, her boots crunching over dead leaves and brittle vine too loud in the hush of the jungle. The air hangs thick with the scent of rot and something sweeter, sickly, like overripe fruit gone to mold. Sweat beads at her spine, a crawling itch beneath her collar. Her gaze cuts to the faux treestall, silent sentinels. Were they even alive? Had they ever been? A jabberjay flits into view, black wings slicing the air, then vanishes again. Just long enough to remind them: it was always listening. Maybe remembering, too.

Back in the Capitol, she imagines the viewers leaning in, catching every breath, every glance, the rumor machine grinding its teeth bloody. Ecstatic at confirmation of what they’d long suspected.

“I lied to survive. I still know which side I’m on. Ours,” Fi blurts, unable to stomach the silence any longer, the space between them stretched too thin, too dangerous. She would not apologise for protecting Fox. “They had two Victors last year, Fox. There could be again. It could be us.”

Another lie. This arena wasn’t made for miracles it was engineered for slaughter. Snow’s version of entertainment: rats in a barrel, lit from beneath. But she had left her once to protect her. And Fi knows, deep down, she’d do it again.

[glittermilk-rp]

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[learnedlucidity]

what are some headcanons you have for Fi's Hunger Games Verse?

1) Fi’s reaping was rigged (yes I subscribe to that theory) Fi was ‘adopted’ by Red a victor, Snow made sure that she was reaped in return for Red not doing something or not continuing to play the game outside of the arena won when she was 17. ‘The odds are not in that families favor.’

2) Fi comes from district 7 and is heavily inspired by Joanna’s story (as I find that mega interesting and want to explore that story more as I love her in the books) Fi pretended to be weak, and hid most of her games, even though Red ‘trained ‘ her just in case -so essentially she is a career (She was lucky there was no large bodies of water in the area when she became a victor. Red made sure after she won that she could swim 75th games anyone as Fi would not have played snows game ie selling the victors to the highest bidder) has been known to drug her buyers.

3)Fi is skilled with knives and axes due to her district and is skilled in manipulation due to her mother being abusive- has some herbal medicinal knowledge. Fi cried appearing ‘weak’when she was reaped. Her small stature made her appear like she was not a threat.

4) Loves the forest/ plants is where she feels at home.

5) if in the 75th- did agree to help the rebellion get Katniss and Peeta out aka like JM.

6) could have been a failed mockingjay for the rebellion- but because of the way that she won no one could trust her.

@vuulpecula is this okay??? XD

[learnedlucidity]

The cold metal whispered beneath her fingertips. Fi’s hands hovered over the knives, not quite touching — just enough for the movement to look aimless. Shaky, even. Her sleeves were still damp from earlier, she rubbed at her eyes enough to make them red. Not loud, not performative — just enough to be seen. Now, in the corner of the training room, she kept her shoulders slumped and her eyes downcast, tracing the edges of the blades like someone curious but overwhelmed. A girl who’s terrified. A girl not ready for the cruelty of the games that await her. Not that anybody really was ready, and she was most likely going to die but Fi wasn’t going to make it easier for anyone.

Let them think she was soft. Their mistake.

Just let her fingers tremble as she brushed the handle of a mid-sized throwing knife, the way someone unsure might test if it was real. The glint of steel caught in the overhead lights, cold and clean and familiar. The knives weren’t an axe, but would do just as well to teach a lesson to the girl from one - who quite frankly deserved a knife throwing at her due to the way she was treating everyone.

Feet sound beside her and Fi raises her eyes to see a blonde - the girl from 8, and gives a fleeting smile before dropping her gaze again to the floor ‘Sorry.’ She mumbles starting to move away from the station.

@vuulpecula so i did a thing hopes this is okay!

[thecutiecollective]

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[learnedlucidity]

don't  read  too  much  into  that. ( from dean. he's said too much )

The words don’t hit like a warning. They settle instead, low and quiet, drifting across the room and curling around her like smoke — slow, clinging, impossible to ignore.

Don’t read too much into that.

Too late, she thinks, her chest tightening at the sting of realisation. It was already way too late.

Fi watches him, her eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw, the way his arms fold like a wall he’s used to building to keep her out- years thick. The motel light flickers once, casting him in flickers of amber and shadow, and all she can think is how far away he suddenly feels even from six feet across the room.

She swallows hard pushing her feelings down deep. “I won’t,” she says in a light tone. Her voice is soft, but even she can hear the cracks about the edges. Truth has a way of breaking things open and this is Dean.

Moving before she can talk herself out of it, her fingers brush the edge of his flannel sleeve, if’s touch is tentative, barely eventhere. She doesn’t take his hand, just rests her touch against him like a question she’s too afraid to ask out loud.

“Even if I did — I’m not going anywhere, Dean.” she says, eyes locked on his clear and steady. “I’m not trying to push you, Dean. I just…” but I’m still here.” Her voice drops to a near-whisper. “I will always be here.”

The air between them thickens, heavy with everything she’s finally let show. And still — she doesn’t pull away.

[arrpeememes]

Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours.

[apavora]

MACABRE — BLOOD

"I bleed easy." "I feel cold…" "I'll bleed you dry." "I don't feel so good." "Your blood's so warm…" "That's… a lot of blood." "I can't feel my arm/leg." "There's beauty in blood." "Ugh, another nose bleed." "Please help me, please…" "Oh god, what happened here." "What do I do? What do I do?" "Those bruises look terrible!" "Take it out and you're dead." "Ugh… the stench of blood…" "I like my meat bleeding rare." "It's not as bad as it looks…" "Oh god, oh god… I'm bleeding." "I'll drink your blood like wine." "Let me see how bad it is, please." "You're getting blood everywhere." "Ugh… my clothes are glued to me." "You look like you've been run over." "It looks worse than it is, I promise." "Hold your head up and pinch your nose." "You're bleeding through your bandages." "Keep applying pressure, just like that." "There's an art to making someone bleed." "Can you check if I bled through my pants?" "Maybe a busted lip could fix that attitude." "No, you're not fine, you nearly bled out!" "Can't believe I slipped in a blood pool…" "You tore your stitches open, let me fix it." "Mind the blood on the floor, try not to slip." "No, you don't get it; if I see blood, I faint." "You were careless. You left blood at the scene." "I'll gut you like a fish and watch you bleed out." "This is going to hurt, but bleeding out is worse." "What happened in here?! Did someone explode?" "Don't touch me, you got blood all over your hands." "Stop moving for a second, let me staunch the bleed." "You'll make a pretty picture splattered over the room." "I can't stand blood - it's so hard to get out of clothes." "Drip by drip… I'll watch the light fade from your eyes." "Don't close your eyes, look at me okay? You need to stay awake." "Don't move or I'll slit your throat. We don't want that. Not yet." "I watched enough cop shows to know something horrible happened here." "You never forget your first kill, the smell of iron that follows you home." "Can you feel it…? The weight on your chest, the shallowness of every heartbeat?" "The bleeding's internal, so that's good. That's where blood is supposed to be I think." "What part of bed rest didn't you understand? If you sneeze too hard you'll open your wounds again!" "There's something very appealing about someone disheveled and covered in blood, I can't help myself."