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[mixgrim]

Whoops

「Generated Sentence Starter 」 | Status:Accepting!

███▓▒░░ SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL… Fall on your muse. ░░▒▓███

he wasn't a clumsy guy. grim had control over his body and it was hard to shake him up or bring him out of balance. it was a different kind of matter however, when it came to fighting or pursuing since his rage most often blinded him and lured him into letting go of his absolute control and let his natural reaction and his instincts take over. when he was in that kind of state, he didn't really cared about his surroundings nor about the people uninvolved.

so in the rare case of him going on a hunt (and even if it was just as soldier grim instead of hitman) in broad daylight, he couldn't quite pass people without bumping shoulders or even bringing them to fall. without looking back, since hedidn't saw a point in apologizing to people who shouldn't be in his way, in grim's way, anyway, he followed the thief in a angry run. Slick and agile as that damned bastard was, the thief slipped station to escape the subway.

lunging his own body foward, he jumpedover the stairs, just to realize that someone was (again) standing in his way. two bodies collided, and in the end he laid flat on top of the other man, shorter male, groaning. He liftedup his face, just to see the pursuse thief sprinting into

"FUCK!" he yelled as he sat up. "why the fck are you studying in my way.

[chaexmi-blog]

Ouch

randomly generated starter meme;✧·ﾟ─ .07 Pull a muscle.

There’s something inherently serene about this moment; where he’s quietly working away at his latest disaster of a pill while Pan is telling him about his day. It’s most definitely a welcomed change of pace after all he’s put up with throughout the week with his distressed, howbeit aggravating patients — particularly the ones who are convalescent. The fatigue must be getting to him, though, because it’s getting harder and harder to keep his hand position still, or keep his arms from falling unceremoniously on the desk. Nevertheless, the corners of his mouth rise ever so slightly at every good moment Pan tells him, and lets out a subtle sigh at every bad one. Sometimes he wishes he could get rid of all of those negative situations for him, but what can I do? He glances at the box of the successful white tablets of heightened stamina and ecstasy he recreated due to their unlikely first encounter. I’m probably causing just as much of that bad. 

Regardless, he listens intently as he works and shows visible signs of paying attention through his responses and partial eye contact. Aeon’s struggling to get his default bunsen burner to work; the sparks just stop coming after four turns, and he looks up at the cabinets they’ve rarely resorted to. But he reaches up to it anyway, because he knows there’s a handheld bunsen burner up there somewhere. “Excuse me,” he motions gently to the corner of the cabinet right behind Pan; only to feel a sharp sting run down his right arm that leads him to absentmindedly knock over the aforementioned burner onto his notes and flammable opioids. What’s more important here? Aeon holds onto his arm for dear life, as if he hasn’t ever seen a strained muscle before. But Pan doesn’t know I’m a doctor. He cries out at the ridiculous situation as he slides down the cabinet.

[danixmi]

Aww

𝑅𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒: NOT Accepting!

“Aww” ― 1.  Fall asleep on your muse’s chest.

There were six rides left on her bus card. Dani could hear Hani already complaining about her retaking the bus while there were two cars in the garage, and one of them she could easily borrow. But she paid for these rides goddamnit! Need to make her money’s worth by at least finishing the card, instead of letting it rot away with still money on it. So that’s how she found herself on her usual ride, but this time it would skip the precinct and go straight towards Hell, or what the Kang family would call KH electronics. It sounded basically the same to her, but who was she to correct them?

It was busy, with everyone needing to go to work and not able to afford a car to drive them around. She was lucky by getting a seat next to the window and didn’t pay much attention to the person that sat next to her. She even had found her headphones again, that she lost in her bedroom weeks ago, and was able to listen to some music during the ride. Her thoughts were dreaming away until she felt it. Something heavy on her chest, or more like someone’s face literally being smothered by her boobs, it did took him five seconds to snap out of his nap and sit right back up. What even do you do, when someone harasses you by accident? He did apologize, of course, a little shocked. “Relax, relax. It was an accident after all… Not everyone gets motorboated on bus rides. A first for everyone.”

[nearbymi-blog]

Ouch

RANDOM GEN STARTER | NO LONGER ACCEPTING

12. Piggyback your muse to safety after they’ve been hurt.

He had to hand it to Pan, being a sex worker was no easy feat especially when things turned sour. Now, he doesn’t know if the man had any fighting spirit in him since Near had stumbled upon the scene at the last minute. All he knew was that the person surrounding him needed their ass kicked and he was more than ready to dish it out. Near had never been the type to physically get close to others unless it was in a fight, but he had no choice but to piggyback the half-naked man to the closest clinic possible. He would have brought him home if it wasn’t for the whole ‘fuck that’ mentality – which was then diminished when the clinic he had struggled to bring him to was closed due to the riot. “Mother—” Not only was he struggling to get him to safety, but he was also struggling with the idea of feeling the male’s breath against his neck. Eventually, he did manage to get him into his apartment and lay him down on the couch. He was only so nice because Pan was part of Phoenix and he would never let one of his own suffer alone. There were no gashes, but the other had been kicked enough times to have been coughing up blood earlier as he could see it caked to the corner of his lips. He kneeled beside the couch with a glass of water and lightly slapped his face. “Pan. Pan, wake up. What happened?”

// @mixminjaes