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what are your hands covered in?
Calluses
You have always known work. You have always known labour and the kind of love that is blisters splitting open, is people bandaging your hands after a long day. You are burned by the sun, whether it be your skin or your soul that is singed. There is not a part of you that isn’t scorched, turned tired and overused, as brittle as a piece of glass reflecting the dawn. You are strong, yes, but only physically. Is it worth it, this ache in your bones? Is it worth it each morning, to only ever give and work and never be offered a semblance of what you deserve?
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✧ “What If” Roleplay Starters ✧
Emotional / Reflective
“What if I never came back—would you even notice I was gone?”
“What if this is the last time we see each other?”
“What if everything we’ve done has been for nothing?”
“What if I told you I regret all of it—would you hate me?”
“What if I never let go—would you have stayed?”
“What if we’re not as different as we think we are?”
Romantic / Intimate
“What if I kissed you right now?”
“What if we stopped fighting what’s between us?”
“What if you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all along?”
“What if we ran away together—just left it all behind?”
“What if I told you I loved you—would it change anything?”
“What if you’re the only one I can’t let go of?”
Conflict / Tension
“What if I chose them over you?”
“What if you’re wrong about everything?”
“What if I’ve been lying to you this whole time?”
“What if I never forgive you?”
“What if you fail—what then?”
“What if I’m not the hero you think I am?”
Dark / Obsessive
“What if I said I’d follow you anywhere?”
“What if you can’t ever escape me?”
“What if I’d burn the world just to keep you?”
“What if you’re mine, and you just don’t realize it yet?”
“What if I told you I’ve been watching you all this time?”
“What if I can’t survive without you?”
Playful / Lighthearted
“What if we just ditched this and got ice cream instead?”
“What if we swapped lives for a day—think you could handle mine?”
“What if I dared you to do something reckless?”
“What if we made our own rules for once?”
“What if I actually beat you this time?”
“What if I told you I already ate your share of the candy?”
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
let the authorities deal with it.
you're making a big mistake.
is it worth dying for?
i've dealt with enough pain over the years.
PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS * assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary
do you remember what i told you last time?
have you been doing well since i saw you?
that's not what you told me back then.
when was the last time i saw you?
you were shorter then.
i'm picking the restaurant this time.
we've known each other since we were children.
always knew i could count on you.
that time was different. this is worse.
you're not going to let me live that down, are you?
i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.
so you changed your mind about it?
do you remember our encounter in paris?
you should know me by now.
am i the only one that knows the truth?
we had a lot of help back then.
your mom told me to look out for you.
you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.
maybe don't mention my past indescretions?
this was never going to work out between us.
i told you not to get attached.
i know more about you than you think.
i was there, remember?
i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.
you told me you were going to try and make this work.
remember what i said to you?
the last time i saw you, things were good between us.
you never mentioned this before.
that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.
can i still trust you after all that?
at least we tried to make something work.
we never discussed what happened between us.
okay, but i'm driving the car this time.
i haven't forgotten what you said last week.
i'm still thinking about your comment.
i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.
you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.
there's not much for us to talk about.
we worked it out last time.
i know you far better than you know yourself.
we have a long history.
is that the shirt you were wearing last time?
what don't i know about you?
i haven't told them about us.
you were the only person i could go to.
you know me.
this is bigger than both of us.
i can't stand your driving.
are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?
that's not at all what you said.
didn't we agree on that?
i thought i made it very clear where i stand.
are these the same people that came after you last time?
are you still going on about it?
can we talk about it?
staying silent about it won't help.
you're the only person who knows the real me.
this is a bad time to talk about your problems.
I'm working on some things for this blog, so look out for some new faces soon!
Hello all! I'm still deciding on inspiration here. My apologies, so this blog will have a bit of a hiatus for a week or two while I decide and think things over!
My deepest apologies! I never meant to disappear suddenly like that after a move in March, but a lot of terrible things happened. I really don't want to elaborate on other than personal stuff that came up, and mental health and safety were affected. Also, my computer is beyond dead it met its end in the form of over heating sadly so I'm going to figure out things with replies via mobile for a while. If you would like to continue old threads or start over, please message me!
fluffy / reassuring sentences for your needs … sentence starters
“I’ll protect you.”
“I want you in my life.”
“You make me feel safe.”
“Thank you for loving me.”
“I’ve always believed in you.”
“You’re lovelier than you know.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
“Your past mistakes are not who you are.”
“You make me want to be a better person.”
“You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for.”
“I’d travel a thousand miles to find you, again.”
“You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not going to leave your side until you’re better.”
“You taught me that it’s okay to trust people, again.”
“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”
“Don’t listen to what they say. You’re better than them.”
“You’re not a burden. Stop treating yourself like you are.”
“You deserve so much better than all you’ve been given.”
“I’ll always be right here for you, whenever you need me.”
“Hey, no, don’t beat yourself up. You just made a mistake.”
“I know you’re still healing, and I will do all I can to help you.”
“You’re always there for me, and I don’t know how to thank you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with looking after yourself. It’s not selfish.”
“They hurt you so much, didn’t they? I’ll never let them touch you, again.”
“Hey, don’t insult yourself. That’s my favorite person you’re talking about.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I let myself get so close to someone. Not until you.”
“No matter how much I try, there’s no way I could pay you back for all you’ve done for me.”
“Why do you assume you’re a problem for me? I chose to love you, and all that comes with that.”
"I guess you've got a point there. But only if you're sure it's okay." Maggie tentatively takes the menu, spoilt for choice. She couldn't lie, she was hungry - she hadn't properly eaten all day. It had been hard to focus on anything all day, still getting used to being displaced in a new world.
"Yeah I know, you're right. Thanks Natasha." A pause. "Any recommendations?" She holds up the menus.
"It's fine trust me okay?" Natasha pulls one leg up on the chair she sat in. Happy to sit in a more comfortable way. She felt for Maggie she did. Lost to time was something Natasha knew but to be somewhere she didn't know with people she once knew, she couldn't fathom a feeling for.
"Thai is always good. If you are anything like Steve he can be a bit of a picky eater." Natasha thinks for a moment. "You aren't a picky eater are you?"
"Yeah. Okay." She's right. He's never been seen, never been caught- not so far. That doesn't mean the day isn't coming. That's his greatest fear, really- ending up rightfully imprisoned for shit he genuinely can't remember. What jury would believe that? Worse, what if he's shifted during? He always assumes he has been. What else would explain the fact his DNA isn't plastered all over the scene? (Fuck, but does that really make any sense at all, either?) "Fuck, Dex, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...we're walking, right?" She can't drive. He doesn't think he can, either.
Dex stops to think for a moment, she'd rather drive home but that was a stupid idea. She looks around for a moment before waving her hand at a guy in the back who just nods at her. She reaches out for his wrist and pulls him along. "Grey will get us a cab. I'll just leave my car here." She pushes herself through the amount of people in the room. Clearing a hole for them to get through. "Don't be sorry, trouble finds me no matter what, at least this time we can get ahead of it." How they will get ahead of this she isn't sure but she will try her best.
2D shrugs. He's not exactly going to be convincing lying, but his scrapes aren't so bad. It's the aches and pains of days past currently haunting him, not what came of today's minor struggle.
"Nothing a shower and some sleep can't fix!" His usually fluffy hair's a bit greasy, and his under-eye circles are darker than ever, tinged blue. He did take a fairly good whack to the face earlier.
He reaches for a piece of buttered toast and takes a dainty bite.
Dinah could only watch him with caution. She worried for him when she wasn't near. He always for into something and that worried her. Sure she kept tabs on him here and there but most times she was always off saving the world from some bad guy. "If you say so. I could still have someone look at it if you want. Might want to ice the eye though." Dinah bites into her own toast as she pulled a cup of coffee closer to her.
"Thank you." Maggie spoke sincerely, knowing much like her Natasha back home - life hadn't been easy. And well she was eternally grateful. They'd all taken her in when she had nowhere else to go. Vowing to help her.
Maggie still didn't know what to make of it all. But she was always thankful to have somewhere to belong. Even if it was universes away from home. "Err... Are you sure that's okay? I mean I don't wanna impose any more than I already have." Okay she knew Steve wouldn't mind, but still she was ever polite. Her mother had drilled that into her very young.
"I mean since he is like your grandfather he'd kick me if I didn't allow him to pay for you." Natasha pushes she take out menus closer, a glint in her eyes that she wasn't speaking the whole truth but explaining it later to Steve was much better than asking for permission now. "Besides you have to keep your strength up if you want to return to your world and loved ones safely. Right?"
"Of course I trust you, you're just not making sense!" Yelena said, what did she mean 'different timeline'? Where had she been? Should she reach out to Kate Bishop? Maybe she could pass a message on to Barton.
"That didn't answer my question at all!"
"Okay, you know how in sci-fi movies there is a guy that comes from a different time. Time travel? Like that except I'm not from the past or future just a different time." Natasha cursed, she wasn't good at this science talk, sure she could understand it but explaining it was something completely different. Specifically when it came to Yelena.
Natasha let out a loud sigh before sitting down in a close chair, and by sit she meant in her normal not sit in chair way. Feet over the arm of the chair.
2D whoops in delight, presses the brake, and marvels as the whole thing lights up like a spaceship. Somehow, it's even worse running than still.
"Alright, so are w-we treating this like a monster derby? I love monster trucks." It's one of his favorite American sports. (Motor sports count!) "Points for every other destroyed vehicle?"
"Yes! Ten points for normal cars and 50 for any douche cars!" Harley held onto her seat in excitement. She looks to him before looking straight ahead. She was was laughing as rolling down a window. Holding her bat in hand just in case she saw something she wanted to hit.
“Yeah, I was trying to get you not to talk,” Sara plainly stated, “You didn’t notice that - as soon as you spoke - the hail of gunfire started?” A beat. “Our cover was blown, it was time to pull out the big guns.” Both literally and metaphorically. And while she had tried to warn her, they didn’t know each other. They didn’t understand how the other worked, they weren’t in sync, they were making it up as they went, so it wasn’t as if Sara was angry about it. It just was what it was, and all they could do was keep moving and try to get through this mission together. At the feeling of the other woman grabbing onto her arm, she followed her over to the computer before making her way to the opposite side of the door so they could see outside of it from two different angles. She nodded to give her the all clear, and then followed the woman once more with her bo staff at the ready as she announced that ‘Widow’ was her name. “...I really hope that’s not a commentary on what’s happened to your previous partners.”
Natasha stared at her for a moment. She assumed she had gotten all of the men near there, so seeing there magically was more was a bit of a surprise. Was there a secret room they were in that wasn't on the map she had? She wouldn't be surprised, but she cursed at herself mentally for failing to see it.
"It is not." Was all Natasha could say before continuing down the hall. She was cautious at every turn. Her eyes glancing back at the woman behind her. Not knowing what the other could do or has, makes Natasha feel a bit on edge. She stops when she hears footsteps. Grabbing at the others hand she pulls them into an empty room and holds her finger to her lips as she kneels down out of view of the door. Taking to the shadows like they were apart of her.
Rolling his eyes, Bucky immediately relaxes upon seeing Natasha. Abandoning the gun on the side, he makes his way more into the room. She always had a way of keeping him on his toes. Not that he minded. There had always been an unspoken trust between them.
"Of course not. Still wouldn't hurt to give a guy a heads up." Shaking his head, Bucky takes a seat beside her. His serious expression softening. "Not saying I'm not happy to see you, but what brings you by so late?"
Natasha was silent for a moment, watching Bucky as he took a seat next to her. She honestly wasn't sure what she was here. It started out with just wanting to bother him like old times but lately she wasn't sure.
"Honestly? Just needed company. Wanted to bug you at first but now just company." She laid her head on his shoulder. "I thought we had a no questions asked type thing when one of us showed up. Am I interrupting you and Sam time?"
