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q’s for muses who had a… r o u g h childhood
( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, and violence toward children )
does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?
does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?
what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?
who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?
has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?
what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood?
how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?
how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )
what coping methods ( healthy or unhealthy ) did your muse learn during their childhood?
does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened?
was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust?
Whisper something in my muse's ear and see how they react!
NOTE: the setting is someplace public! It can be during an important meeting/moment, etc. Feel free to specify, or else receiver will choose when answering!
The Worldly Hope men set their hearts upon,turns Ashes — or it prospers and anon,like Snow upon the desert’s dusty face,Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Cover for the next doujinshi <snow and sand>
—as for the doujinshi <Nilfhaim>is done printing already,and will be in USA in 2 weeks, if you are interested in it please write me a email at [email protected]!
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𝐮 𝐩 𝐝 𝐚 𝐭 𝐞 𝐝 𝐭 𝐨 𝐡 𝐞 𝐫 𝐞
•〖 t o o l a t e 〗
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Everything was different now, wasn’t it? Everyone was gone. People he’d just met, people he’d sworn to protect… What was left? Who was left? It didn’t matter what Dr. Strange had said. They’d failed their mission. It didn’t matter that this was apparently how it had ought to go, if that was what Strange had even meant. It didn’t matter, because everyone was gone now.
Peter, these strange people he’d only just got to know, Strange… and who else? Was Pepper still down there, somewhere, or had he just lost her too, unknowingly? What about Bruce, Rhodey, Vision…
They’d failed. He’d failed.
Nebula was no longer at his side. She’d gone wandering and he couldn’t blame her for it. She too had people to mourn and sitting by his side was going to do very little.
He’d sworn to himself that he would never let New York happen again. He’d lived with that nightmare for six years and now all of it had happened again, but worse. So much worse. Incomprehensibly worse.
He jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice, slightly familiar, yet utterly unexpected, and he was upright in a second, stumbling a little in his attempt to keep his balance, and a second later he was looking no other than Loki in the eyes. What was he doing here? Why was he still alive?
The meaning of Loki’s words registered so belatedly that he had to shake his head and try to recall what the God had said before he could answer, but the words sounded bizarre after what had just happened. “No… no, this isn’t Earth,” Tony replied, only now looking Loki up and down. He looked wounded, badly. “I don’t know where it is, though.”
Loki’s presence had clearly not been expected, but the speed at which it was processed and then accepted without a hint of a question was... telling. Whatever had happened--whether this be Earth or not--had apparently shaken Tony Stark to the point where this could no longer surprise him, even if Loki hadn’t quite began to understand it himself.
“You don’t know where it is?” Loki repeated, eyebrows raising slightly, while he kept his eyes on the other.
They were standing opposite one other, though neither of them seemed to be in a position to keep that up very long. But Loki, for one, wasn’t about to be the first to sink to the floor. The last time they’d been face to face hadn’t exactly made for friendly terms. No matter how insignificant their differences were at this point, Loki wasn’t about to show more vulnerability than he absolutely had to. He’d made that mistake once or twice before, and he’d learned fast.
Loki looked up, slowly taking in their exact surroundings, as if he might find some new evidence of what had transpired here. There was evidence of a fight, but that much was clear in Tony’s stance, and the damage done to his suit. But ‘a fight’ could mean any one of a thousand things. “What... happened?”
•〖 t o o l a t e 〗
Why was he here?
No one had come back for him. No one had gone through the trouble of figuring out whether he was dead at all. Perhaps because everyone else was dead. Or perhaps it was just the usual thing. Thor had said it, hadn't he? He'd called Loki 'the worst' right before the end. Of course, Thor hadn't seen through his act, because Loki had made sure to get it right. Before Thanos, he couldn't afford to slip up.
None of it really mattered now. He had to figure out why he was here. And how he'd gotten here, but that was a question for later.
It was too warm and he was limping, although he couldn't remember when he'd injured his leg. It must've happened in one of the countless battles he'd thought. Ah yes, a spear had been driven halfway through it, but he'd not been in a position to assess the damage. Nor was he now.
What was this place? It seemed deserted, though the climate--it really was a little too warm--and the many structures were in evidence of a once-standing civilisation.
Loki's throat was dry, and so were his eyes. He couldn't quite feel his hands, or his face. It was almost like he'd been frozen, while in actuality he really was too warm.
Perhaps he should sit down somewhere, try to recollect his memories and piece together how he had come here and how long had passed since... since...
"Tony...? Stark?"
Loki's eyes were narrowed, while he looked at the figure fifteen or so metres ahead, seated on the edge of debris, a dead expression in his eyes, almost like he was a life-like statue. If not for the wind animating his hair, Loki might not have been able to tell.
He took a step, then another and another, forcing his injured leg forward each time. "Don't tell me this is Midgard, Stark." Because then he would be more than just a little too late.
Too late to do what...?
Send "Do you hate me that much?" and my muse will react to your muse saying that.
Realistic Depression/Mental Illness Starter Sentences
“You can at least pretend to be happy.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone what you were going through?” “You did this to yourself?” “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? What got you in such a state?” “Do you need help? Professional help?” “Well, to me it just looks like you’re being lazy.” “You can’t be afraid of everything. I bet you’re just doing this to be interesting.” “Why do you always want to have all the attention? Everyone gets depressed. Get over it.” “You’re going to have to get over yourself sometime soon. You can’t just sit around doing nothing forever.” “You just take some meds and it’s gone, right? Don’t be so difficult.” “You’re trying to tell me you’re one of those crazy people? Don’t be ridiculous, you’re fine!” “You look much better today! Are you feeling better?” “Why have you been hiding this for years?” “You could’ve told me you felt like this.” “Trust me, I hate myself more than you do, so yelling at me really isn’t going to change anything!” “Do you ever think of, you know, ending it…? You need to be honest with me.” “Stop making everything about you all the time. You’re so selfish.” “Is there anything you don’t have difficulty with? You’re being so precious.” “I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” “I can tell you you’re not alone, because I’ve felt like this too.” “You’re being so hard on yourself.” “I don’t know why I do it. The pain just stops me from feeling so empty for a while.” “You tried to kill yourself…? When?! Oh god…” “I don’t think I will get better. I felt the same five years ago and I’ve spoken to plenty of therapists in the meantime. I think it’s just a part of who I am.” “What are you feeling?” “Don’t give me that. I give myself a hard enough time already. Harder than you could possibly imagine so PLEASE just leave me alone.” “I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, so maybe you should just let me hug you for a while?”
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
“It reminded me of you.”
“No, no, it’s my treat.”
“Come here. Let me fix it.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Have a good day at work.”
“I dreamt about you last night.”
“Take my seat.”
“I saved a piece for you.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“You can have half.”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
“Sorry I’m late.”
“Can I have this dance?”
“I made your favourite.”
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“Watch your step.”
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“You can borrow mine.”
“You might like this.”
“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Just because.”
“Look both ways.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Try some.”
“Drive safely.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“One more chapter.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“It looks good on you.”
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“That’s okay, I bought two.”
“After you.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I like your laugh.”
“Don’t cry.”
“I made this for you.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Is this okay?”
“I picked these for you.”
“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“What do you want to watch?”
“You can go first.”
“Did you get my letter?”
“I’ll do it for you.”
“Call me when you get home.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Have fun.”
“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
“I made reservations.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It brings out your eyes.”
“There is enough room for both of us.”
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“Wow.”
“Happy birthday.”
“I’ll pick it up after work.”
“It can wait until tomorrow.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“It’s two sugars, right?”
“I’ll help you study.”
“Stay over.”
“I did the dishes.”
“You didn’t have to ask.”
“I bought you a ticket.”
“You’re warm.”
“No reason.”
“I’ll meet you halfway.”
“Take mine.”
“We can share.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“I want you to have this.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Do you want to come too?”
“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
“Is your seatbelt on?”
“Sweet dreams.”
“I was in the neighbourhood.”
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
“The key is under the mat.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re important too.”
“I saved you a seat.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“I noticed.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I believe in you.”
“You can do it.”
“Good luck.”
“I brought you an umbrella.”
“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Be careful.”
And…
“I love you.”
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“I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.”
“It did nothing but prove a point,” Loki replied, before eyeing the other. He did not like the tone in the other’s voice, nor the direction of this conversation.
Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a thread where..."
injury/torture starter sentences
“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
