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𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 multi fandom multi muse blog with sporadic activity written by abby affiliated with sunwove and moonswove

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  all  of  these  are  just  some  random  sentences  i  thought  could  be  fun  to  use.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  are you okay ?  ❜ ❛  believe in yourself.  ❜ ❛  care to explain ?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes.  ❜ ❛  don’t be afraid.  ❜ ❛  don’t overthink it.  ❜ ❛  don’t underestimate me.  ❜ ❛  forget i asked.  ❜ ❛  how are you ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t care.  ❜ ❛  i don’t remember.  ❜ ❛  i hate you.  ❜ ❛  i love you.  ❜ ❛  i need you.  ❜ ❛  i’ll be there.  ❜ ❛  i’m so sorry.  ❜ ❛  it’s over now.  ❜ ❛  i’ve missed you.  ❜ ❛  just be honest.  ❜ ❛  just trust me.  ❜ ❛  leave me alone.  ❜ ❛  let me in.  ❜ ❛  maybe you’re right.  ❜ ❛  never give up.  ❜ ❛  no , stop it !  ❜ ❛  please be careful.  ❜ ❛  please believe me.  ❜ ❛  please don’t cry.  ❜ ❛  please forgive me.  ❜ ❛  so … that’s it ?  ❜ ❛  speak the truth.  ❜ ❛  talk to me.  ❜ ❛  that’s fucked up.  ❜ ❛  this isn’t working.  ❜ ❛  we can’t stay.  ❜ ❛  what about me ?  ❜ ❛  what’s going on ?  ❜ ❛  what’s your problem ?  ❜ ❛  where are we ?  ❜ ❛  who are you ?  ❜ ❛  you did it !  ❜ ❛  you don’t understand.  ❜ ❛  you need help.  ❜ ❛  you’re kidding me.  ❜ ❛  you’re safe now.  ❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ did it hurt? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfy? ❜

❛ do you promise? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

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it took me two minutes of being logged back in to remind someone about david’s... unfortunate events 

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DAVID FT.    rosabae·

gone were the days of peace on ravkan soil,   or perhaps it was foolish to assume there had been any to begin with.   ever since she had slipped on the white kefta that sat so heavy on the thin frame of adolescence,  she had been titled    a soldier.   a pawn of a war she had never asked to fight,  but nonetheless enlisted,  as were all other grisha at the little palace.   and in her years,  genya had come to the conclusion that there were   no winners in a war.   who were they to determine which lives deserved sparing and which were disposable ?   it was why talk of rockets and missiles had sat so heavy in the lab.   stifling and suffocating.   she’s relieved when the rest made their way out,  and the room no longer felt so small.   her head rested against her husband’s shoulder,  gaze falling on the messy sprawl of equations littering the page before her.   she couldn’t even begin to imagine the pressure he faced,  being the bearer of the choice of how much destruction they would lay on their enemies.   despite all their efforts,   innocent lives would always be lost   in a battle so bloody.

❝   my love,   ❞   she began gently,  lifting her head to search his distant features carefully.   ❝   i’m proud of you   for standing your ground.   and i wish you to know,  that whatever stance you take throughout it all,  i will   always   be there in your support.   ❞   to turn over the words of a king,  however friendly or foolish he may be with the triumvirate,   was a daunting task.   she reached a hand out to weave his ink stained fingers between her own,  pulling their clasped hands onto her lap.   her thumb absentmindedly traced over the rise of his knuckles.   ❝   with that said,   i think you’ve earned yourself a break.   ❞   a sharp grin curled up her lips,  and she slowly stood to pull him to his feet.   ❝   i think   we’ve   earned ourselves a break and   my sweet tooth is aching.   what do you say to a midnight snack ?   have i ever introduced you to the kitchen staff that would sneak me sweets ?  ❞

IF DAVID DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, he would surmise that all the air in the room hand been sucked right out. which, of course, was something a squaller could do if they so pleased. and they had plenty of grisha walking about. but by the response of the people around him and their continuing to chat, david knew that the feeling of lack of air was an effect on his own breathing and no one else. he forced himself to take a small shaky breath and continue to sat in silence. glad that the grisha’s lack of chattiness was unnoticed by most in the room. david had said what he needed to say. more than he typically does. all he could do was hope no one asked him more questioned. david wasn’t sure if he could manage anything more than a pathetic noise if called upon. instead brown eyes remained locked on the work in front of him. the temptation to let it wonder anywhere else increased as his anxiety rose. but david forced himself to stay in the moment. this wasn’t chatter about making allies or charming over politicians. those chats david could tune out. this was about war and weaponry. he already had to speak up and feared what would happen if he zoned out.

her voice draws his gently out of his own thoughts. the room had empty leaving just husband and wife. briefly he lets him shoulders relax though the tension still courses through his body. he notices, with relief, that he can feel his lungs fill up with air again. his breathing normalizes despite the racing of his heart. the reminder that he’d spoken back to a king of all people causes it to spike briefly. he’d gotten comfortable in nikolai’s presence. a strange thing for david in general let alone to be comfortable around a king. but they still had a place and he hadn’t been gentle with his words. he never is. ❝ I just… can’t be responsible for that many deaths again, ❞ he says softly. barely above a whisper. he knows he’s a hypocrite. even if he refuses to create a bomb, he still helps them create weaponry ever day. the flying ship was for more than just transport and friendly excursions. but as always, genya knows exactly what to say to get him to break out of his trance of self-pity. his nose wrinkles slightly. ❝ a break? ❞ he echoes her words as if it was the first time he’s ever heard of them and didn’t know of the meaning. though the gentle embrace of their hands entertained in her lap betrayed him as she stands and tugs his hands along with her. a pouts. a rare expression on his face that he allows just for her as he stands slowly. aching bones screaming. ❝ that’s hardly fair, you know I can’t say no to you, darling. but a midnight snack sounds good. I’m not… positive of the last time I ate.❞

[userpoe]

IAIN DE CAESTECKER as LEO FITZ AGENTS OF SHIELD (3.03)

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FOR DAVID  —  ❝ i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish? ❞

DAVID LOOKS UP FROM HIS TINKERING. confusion clear in his brown eyes. his mind was sharp only moments before as he focused on the device in front of him but now his work trance is broken. suddenly the lack of sleep seems to hit david. or maybe his confusion was due to his usual struggle with casual communication. either way the words surprise him. a million words linger on david’s tongue but he can’t help but feel like they keep slipping through his fingers as he tries to get his mouth to work. his jaw was tense while he worked and now it felt too worn out to speak. eventually, after a few moments of silence, david manages to get his jaw working again and furrows his eyebrows together. ❝ why would you think I don’t need you? ❞ he pauses before shaking his head. david would admint he tended to be more of a lone wolf when working. but he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he has without the people around him. ❝ I don’t think it’s selfish ❞

 @feywrote​​ sent YEARNING MEME

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DAVID FT.   heartvalor·

     there had been a pout after her words were spoken.      a plead for her husband to come and dance with her,      her slender fingers reach to wrap around his hand.      he was a worker,      but his hands always felt like home to her.      she knew those hands would never harm her.       or anyone.      another pout forms on her lips,     scar tugging down on the side of her lip.       “     okay    -     maybe it will not be the last time.      but it could be the last time tonight.     ”        a compromise.      if she wanted more dancing tonight,     she would ask the king.      and let her poor husband be spared.       “      just once dance,   david.      ”

WITH THE POUT IT BECOMES HARDER TO SAY NO. on one hand he knows dancing with genya will not kill him. he’d danced with her plenty of times and survived to tell the tale. saints, he even enjoyed it most of the time. she had a way of helping him feel at ease despite feeling utterly ridiculous. and it’s that ridiculous feeling that causes his feet to become lead on the ground. he always felt like a fumbling fool every time he stepped onto the dance floor and it seemed like no amount of exposure made him any better. if he could go the rest of his life without dancing he would not complain. but he knew his wife would never allow that. and who was he to deny her while she’s looking at him like that and has her fingers wrapped around his hand? with a heavy sigh david pushes himself off the wall he had been watching the event from and found a ledge to place his glass upon. ❝ alright, alright, you win. I’ll dance with you. ❞

[the-borgias]

AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. | 4.13 - BOOM

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FOR DAVID  —  ❝ i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that. ❞

THE WORDS THROW DAVID OFF. though he found it wasn’t overly difficult for someone, especially genya, to throw him off when he’s in the middle of work. typically because he wasn’t expected to be spoken to. they’d been sitting in silence for some time now.  brown eyes flicker over to her as his head tilts slightly. david himself had never been a religious man himself. he knew all the stories of the saints, but not because he wanted to soak in the gospels. he believed in the rumors that the saints were just grisha. and the addition of their friend alina only proved that fact further. david found there were lessons about the little sciences in these stories that were thinly veiled. but david never thought about the world or universe at large. ❝ war tends to have that affect on people. we still have purpose here. even if it feels like we’ve gone through… a lot, already. ❞

@affcgato​​ sent YEARNING MEME

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DAVID FT.  kcrclrezni·

“Oh.” Nikolai debates closing the door and coming back at another time, knowing full-well that there would never be a time when David would be simply lulling about and not working on something. Thus, never a good time. But as soon as he makes the motion to shut the door, the Durast speaks up. “David, if you’re in the middle of something, I’m quite content to sit in a corner and wait until you’re at a good point to pause.” He knew full well that sit in a corner probable meant pacing or tinkering with whatever he could find in the room that looked interesting, but he could spare time to leave David be. “I was wondering what you’re working on today,” he says after a brief pause, clasping his hands in front of him. “And if I can somehow help with whatever it is for a few hours.” 

THE KING’S WORDS CAUSE HIM TO RAISE AN EYEBROW. who was he to question his king? david hardly had much experience with kings and what was and was not normal. before nikolai, david hardly saw his father. hell, he hardly even saw the darkling given durast were treated with the notion of being better not seen or heard. if it was efficient he wouldn’t have been surprised they trended to a request system completely in pen and little in person interaction. still, sometimes nikolai did cause a bit of an eyebrow raise. he was almost certain he should not be talking to a king the way he did. and yet here the blond was, telling him he had permission to tell him to bugger off if he wished. the confusion is clear on david’s face though it’s not a new expression for the man when trapped in human conversation. ❝ I wouldn’t be one to tell you no. you can’t make things worse. but I have to ask, don’t you have your own projects to work on? I don’t want to bore you. ❞

[rinacentral]

#totally correct rina quotes (5/?)

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YEARNING MEME ​  @affcgato​​  sent   ❝ look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞    

ALMOST INSANTLY HIS FACE SCRUNCH UP. fitz wasn’t a fan of the reminder that he was currently in the lab without simmons. he could recite every inch of the space from memory and yet it felt foreign without her in it. but the other agent was right and if he needed help, well, brock was his only option. and it wasn’t that he had any reason to not trust the other but he didn’t know him and he was obvious more the field agent type than lab type. and those two facts automatically had fitz debating if he could get away with just his two hands. physics and logic told him no, he needed help. and for that reason fitz could find himself cursing both. ❝ where is everybody anyways? ❞ fitz shakes his head focusing on his word again. ❝ doesn’t matter. are ya able to hold something roughly 30 lbs without droppin’ it on me? is so than ya can be of some help. ❞

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probs not gonna write anymore this weekend, so didn’t finish the drafts but have a queue running. the wheel told me to be on @larte​

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it’s amusing highlighting spoken words cause some muses really talk an entire paragraph and then there’s david who it’s lucky if he speaks more than one sentence even if it’s a there paragraph reply 

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fitz tag drop