Send my muse one of the following to see how they react! (Quotes)
"I destroy myself so you can’t."
" I am byesexual as in I’m not interested goodbye."
"Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by."
"I apologize in advance for the way I will hurt you."
"I don’t know anything about you, I just, I really like you."
"I steal jewels."
"But if you’re burying your feelings deep inside you, you won’t really be you, will you?"
"I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me, ever."
"Find what you love and let it kill you "
"I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?"
" I’m going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them."
"And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!"
"Church is for brunettes."
"I wanted it as much as you did. I’ve just got a hell of a poker face."
"I have no desire to be kissed by you, or anyone else."
”Because you’re dead already! Nobody cares if you die because you’re already dead.”
"Thanks for everything. It’s been a real slice."
"As you wish."
"You can leave if you want. I’ll remember you."
”The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right. I wasn’t just gonna go giving myself away.”
"You don’t know anything about anything!"
”I think I made you up inside my head.”
"You were the love of my life and I don’t know, I just thought I was yours too."
”This sounds like the soundtrack to something you’d slit your wrists to.”
”All I require from you is a slither of a moment. To have you not by force, but simply as a man and a women. “
"Don’t you just get sick and tied of being you?"
”Well you know what they say, just get everyone a little bit pregnant. “
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this tray."
" So all in all, I’d say you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me."
"I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed."
”Because I’m a wild animal.”
"Remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess."
”That’s cool baby, you know how it is, rockin’ and rollin’ and what not.”
Leonard had been working down in the medical bay when an ensign came to him with a disturbing message — the captain had returned from his shore leave early, and he looked like he’d been hurt.
“He said it was a bar fight, Dr. McCoy,” the ensign explained, and Leonard frowned, gathering his medical equipment and thanking the kid for telling him.
He was surprised the Jim hadn’t come to him first. He usually did.
It only took a moment for Leonard to excuse himself from the medical bay, rushing to the turbolift and through the corridors to Jim’s quarters. Only three people were able to get past the code — Jim, obviously, Spock, and Leonard.
Still, Leonard couldn’t shake the thought that this was some sort of terrible invasion of Jim’s privacy — that he would’ve come to the medical bay if he wanted Leonard’s help.
Then again, he almost never asked for Leonard’s help, but he always offered it nonetheless.
The door hissed open in front of him, and he stepped inside, immediately recognizing the sound of the shower running. Moving towards the bathroom, he called, “Jim — everything alright? An ensign from engineering told me you were in a fight — thought I’d stop by…”
That was when he saw drops of blood dotting the flooring of Jim’s quarters.
A sudden protective panic got Leonard moving, and he pushed into the bathroom, pausing only to stare in horror at the amount of blood staining the tiles.
Jim doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing he can say. There’s no lie that’ll get him out of this.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s happened. Between the bruises on his hipbones and neck, and the cuts on his back that the attacker left when he resisted, it was plain as day.
Still, he has to say something, he needs Bones to know that he’s gonna be okay, even though Jim’s not too sure about that himself.
”I ”
He can’t get anything else out. His throat is dry and sore and before he knows what’s happening his chest is heaving and he’s sobbing like a god damned child. He needs help but he can't drag the people he cares about into this, he doesn't want them to know this happened. He's sure they'd think less of him, or at least look at him differently.
This shouldn't be a big deal with his reputation, but he feels dirty and violated and afraid.
He wraps his arms around his knees and lays his head on them, hiding his face from Leonard’s gaze.
In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.
If those are triggering for either of you respectively you are not obligated to reply to them I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable you can just tell me or if you want me to generate another number I can do that as well.
9 - (Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped.
The cold water almost masks the pain and the sound of it hitting the tile almost blocks out his thoughts. But it doesn't.
At first he was angry, angry that someone would do something so utterly vile to another person, angry that the perpetrator had gotten away while he was bent over the bathroom sink in that shady little bar, gagging and crying his eyes out.
"Such pretty blue eyes, don't close them baby, look at me."
"Don't struggle, now, I know you're enjoying it."
The words echo in his head, over and over again.
"It's your own fault for being so pretty, I just can't keep my hands off."
His fault. His fault. The more he heard it in his head the more true it seemed. He was the one who wanted to go down for leave despite the fact that it was a well-known hub for The Orion Syndicate. He did drink a little too much. He did wink at the guy before he walked into the restroom.
And now it hurts more, not just the cuts and bruises and the soreness but the fact that his attacker had gotten into his head to a point where he was blaming himself, but how could he not? He'd been so stupid to go down there and let this happen.
He'd beamed back onto the ship and gotten to his quarters easily enough, telling anyone who asked that he'd been in a bar fight. But the moment his door slid closed he'd completely broken down.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his door sliding open, followed by footsteps. He freezes inadvertently, fear taking over his mind all at once. He's afraid that his attacker found his way here, be it near impossible. But he's more afraid of someone seeing him like this. Broken and bleeding on the shower floor. He's their Captain. These things don't happen to him. Or if they do he's supposed to be able to brush them off like nothing. But he can't do that. He's weak and doesn't deserve to have anyone looking up to him.
10 - (Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing, holding a gun to their chest.
He didn't need to say goodbye to anyone because he knew no one would care.
It wouldn't matter if someone cared anyway, it was all just getting to be too much. He couldn't sleep for longer than an hour at a time because of the nightmares, images of his crew, the people he cared about most in the world, dead, bleeding, beyond help, or just... leaving. Twice he had been forced to evacuate the bridge due to panic attacks. When he was prescribed an anti-depressant he had lied and said he'd taken it, when in reality he'd been saving them up so he could overdose. But it was taking to long.
With everything he'd gone through so far he's surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Him sitting there, ready to leave everything behind. He had chickened out back in Iowa, and paid for his step-dad's car with a beating, but he wouldn't let that happen this time.
This time it was real. Not a cry for attention, just an escape.
A broken chuckle cuts through the sobs he didn't realize he'd been letting out, he didn't even notice the tears that'd been running down his face. It's kind of funny in a way, his father died in space, and now he will too.
He takes a second to look down at the envelope in his fist, holding the letter that he'd prepared for this weeks ago. He can recite it word for word at this point.
He's ready this time, he's finally going to escape himself.
jacobvanloon
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
stormborns
blakekathryn
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