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//Why is tumblr continually alerting me to the same months old post over and over?
post - trauma sentence starters blood, death mention.
“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.”
“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”
“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”
“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”
“that was a brave thing you did today.”
“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”
“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”
“need some space?”
“you should lay down.”
“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”
“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”
“we can talk through the door.”
“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”
“you almost died.”
“i brought you a blanket.”
“you’re home. you’re safe.”
“i’m worried about you.”
“is everything okay?”
“tell me how to make it better.”
“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”
“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.”
“you’re in the hospital.”
“think you can make it to the bathroom?”
“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”
“Yeugh... I need a shower after that patrol...”
Sentence Starters
“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!
ANGST
“I can’t do anything right.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Wake up! Please wake up.”
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Is that blood?” “…..No?”
“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”
“Do you even still love me?”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?”
“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
“Leave! Me! Alone!”
FLUFF
“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“Have you always been this beautiful?”
“OH you’re jealous!”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“Are we on a date right now?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
“I’m here for you.”
“I wish we could live together already.”
MISC
“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”
“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
“I think I just ripped my pants.”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”
“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”
“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?
“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
“Give me attention.”
“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
Some ship art for my friend over at @paintedbullets
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//I’m not dead. Just a new job.
symbol-of-terror:
“Oh, nice!” she claps her hands together, ”I’m gonna get one then!” She just needed to pick something pretty enough now! Maybe she could ask Jin-kun to help her look up something? They could do it together!
“You’re really nice, yanno? And cute, too! What’s your name? I’m Toga!”
“Well good for you! Do what you want and make yourself happy.” She said with a smile. When this person introduced themselves she blinked.
“Toga, huh? And you think I’m cute?” Cute? Not something she was often called.
“Well, nice to meet you. You’re pretty cute too. I’m Harada.” Well at least their hair was. And that beauty mark was adorable.
“My guns are filthy... Suppose I should clean them...”
Why do you not want people to know you were a den worker?
honesty hour! Ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty.
“Ya fuckin’ serious?” She hiccupped again. “‘M a fuckin’ hero now. Den workers... they worked fer the Yakuza. Pay off debts ‘n’ shit. Did whatever they were told ta do. Didn’ matter what.”
What do you not want people to know?
honesty hour! Ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty.
It got her to laugh out loud, almost dropping her drink on the ground before she caught it again and took another swig.
“What part? There’s a lotta shit I don’t want people ta know! That I’m a sham? That I’m a washed up whore? That what yer wonderin’?”
What did Overhaul mean by you being a 'den worker?'
honesty hour! Ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty.
Momiji hiccupped before taking another chug of her drink.
“’Zactly that. I worked in a red light den...”
What's this whole bombshell deal?
honesty hour! Ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty.
Maybe it was because she was so trashed out of her head... That had to be the only reason why she was actually answering.
“It was my... Den name. The pseudo name ta cover my identity...”
honesty hour!
ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty.
rule-of-the-beast:
She gave in rather quickly, which further showed him how badly she wanted to keep her past hidden. Good. Though he will still keep an eye on Bulletproof for a while.
“I’m glad we could come to an agreement so easily. You will see it will be much more pleasant for everyone.” It was hardly noticeable but while he talked Overhaul pulled the glove from his left hand. Then without warning touch her arm with his finger and activated his quirk.
For a brief moment Harada would experience an unbearable, sharp pain in her entire body until it stopped as abruptly as it had appeared. She possibly didn’t even quite realise what had happened but by the time Overhaul retreated his hand all pain was gone along with all of her wounds and scars, fresh ones as well as years old. It was like they never had occurred in the first place.
When he brought his hand out to her, Harada flinched away, not wanting him to touch her. But did she really have much of a choice? When he touched her, the jolt of immense pain made her inhale to scream. But just as she was about to, the pain vanished.
He... healed her? Her face didn’t hurt anymore. The broken bones she knew she had were no longer throbbing. It wasn’t painful to breath anymore. Why did he heal her?
Harada stared at him. Confused. But she figured it out. No evidence of he being caught by them. No proof so she can pretend it never happened much easier.
She hadn’t noticed her old scars were gone yet.
“So... What do you expect me to do about your lackies I’m suppose to go after? It will be a bit suspicious if I just stop tailing them.”
me? a ship hungry slut? ... perhaps.
“Screw it. I’m making candied bacon.”
He’s leaning back in a chair with a blanket draped over his shoulders, drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the television playing….a kid’s cartoon??
“...Are you high? Are those technicolor ponies?”