STARTER CALL!
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STARTER CALL!
arrogantsuggestion:
You are the most dangerous person in the room. And the beauty is that none of them know it.
CLOSED STARTER ;; @speedforcechosen
“Wow, this is a nice space you got here.” Voice reverberated around the spacious lab area as she ran her fingertip over the smooth surface of one of the counters near the doorway. Perhaps it was rude of her to just barge in without so much as a salutations or anything, but really that was just the kind of mood she was in. “You must be the lab rat. Allen something, right?”
☯ I’m a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark. ☯
( indie oc. written by shannon. revamped 06/11/17 )
Send me “It's okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.
Or send me, “Am I going to be okay?” for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse and comfort them.
Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
( & connor )
❛ please. ❜
❛ now was that SO HARD ?? ❜
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”What did you say you were here for again? Other than bother the shit out of me?”
"Meeting the neighbors. Yeesh, who put a stick up your bum?"
[ carryabarricade & undercxverbarbie liked for a thing. ]
————- ┏ J. P. ┓ ;;
❝ okay, your case is not such a hard one. a thievery. we have to wait for the sheriff, but till then, just tell me why. ❞
❝ if i said it's a complicated story, you'd just tell me that everyone says that. it's hard to explain my reasoning without sounding like a crazy person. ❞
Michelle stared at her friend in proper shock, head tilting in confusion, and eyebrows furrowing. Naturally, she wondered if she was still sleeping, and if this entire thing was just a dream.
"Barbara?" But this wasn’t a dream. She was definitely awake. She could tell by the awful state of her hair in the reflection of the glass in the door, “Oh, my God. How—” a hand rose to golden hair as she scratched her head, and stepped outside.
"Hold on. How long have ya been sittin’ out here, exactly??? What are ya doin’? Why didn’t ya call me or— knock? Or—”
”—somethin’?”
There were a million and one things going through her mind at the moment-- most of which were just trying to figure out what was going on. Had she fallen asleep and Michelle had just used that as her opening to sneak back into her apartment and act as if she hadn't known Barbara was out there?
She should be relieved just knowing that her friend was alright but, honestly, there were too many unknown variables in this situation for Barbara to feel anything but confused.
"I've been here for about a day. I came because I wanted to surprise you after finishing a case early. I brought cake but half of it is gone-- I kinda got hungry and ate some of it. I should've knocked harder. I showed restraint though; I didn't pick your lock this time." Barbara started to ramble, it was her tell after all (at least, that's what Michelle had once told her).
Her rambling had always shown Michelle when something was wrong with her friend; something that she wouldn't admit aloud without some pushing and prodding.
"Can I come in?"
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STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!
*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.
FOR AMIGOS;
“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“You were right. As per usual.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
“How much money do you have on you?”
“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”
FOR LOVERS;
“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
“My dog licks better than you do.”
“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”
FOR TEXTERS;
[text] This is upsetting my poop.
[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.
[text] So it involves feces and large birds.
[text] She said that to you? Why?
[text] Please come back. I miss you.
[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.
[text] …did you just send me a nude?
[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.
[text] I don’t know why I said that.
[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.
[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.
[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?
[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.
[text] Please. I need this so badly.
[text] I trust you completely.
[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.
[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.
[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.
[text] I will not get you donuts.
[text] Please? I love you.
[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.
[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.
[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.
[text] You’re cute.
[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.
[text] Fuck off.
[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.
Torture/Tortured sentences TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!
requested by anonymous: TRIGGER WARNING
"Please, you don't have to do this."
"Why me? Why do you have to do this to me?"
"Stop struggling."
"Go ahead, I like it when they try to fight."
"No, no, no. You're not allowed to pass out yet. We haven't even gotten to the real fun, yet."
"Just let me go and I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you?"
"I don't understand why you're doing this."
"I'll do whatever you say, but please just let me go."
"You won’t break me!"
"You were foolish to think you could escape me. Now you've only made it worse for yourself."
"Kill me. Please, just kill me."
"Oh, stop crying. Don't make me gag you."
"Are you going to cooperate now, or do you need more convincing?"
"Have mercy!"
"If I get out of this I'll kill you."
"Hurt me all you want, I won't give in!"
"I’m not afraid of you."
"I would say this is going to hurt me more than its going to hurt you, but that would be a lie."
"They aren’t even going to be able to recognize your body when I’m through."
Your mama’s gone away and your daddy’s gonna stay Didn’t leave nobody but the baby
"Long Gone" sendin it BACK
MEME // kingcoupedegrace
barbara reynolds had always been the one to leave the morning after without a note because, to her, the deed was done and she had gotten what she had needed. that was safe. she prided herself in never getting attached.
bellamy had been different -- he hadn't even been on her radar as anything more than a person to talk to at times of crisis. they had met when she had been out with a co-worker and had out of the blue began to have a minor panic attack. she realized much later that the restaurant she had been taken to was the one that had been where the target had gotten his followers from as he worked. it'd been a setup from her co-worker to see if she was completely 100 percent after such a bloody and mentally trying case.
one minute, barbara was just sitting there looking at the menu, just enjoying herself when she hears a classical piece come on over the speakers, the same song that had been playing at every crime scene when police got there. it quickly became hard to breathe, her heart was racing as she fought to take in a breathe. her hands gripped the table as she tried to CALM DOWN.
someone sat down across from her, apparently having taken notice of her distraught state. he made sure not to touch her (thank god) but instead just to focus on his voice. or something like that; she couldn't remember clearly what had happened after the song had come on. all she knows for sure was that he was there across from her as her breathing evened out and her emotions became her own again.
that had been the first time she had met him and she'd made sure not to leave without getting something of his so she could thank him properly at a later time (she had figured an edible arrangement or something would be a nice gift) so she was a bit surprised when he had asked if she wanted to get drinks. she had declined, not wanting to be near places with a ton of people, not until she was done with her latest therapy sessions that had started up after her freak out. it had seemed perfectly fine to invite him over to her apartment and watch netflix, possibly even order in pizza. it started off as her inviting him over to her place once or twice a week to binge watch something or to have him taste test a new recipe of hers.
after a month of visiting her almost every other day, they stopped asking for permission to come over-- it was just understood that they would come over whenever they wanted to see one another. there wasn't any flirting or secret intentions behind their visits; they simply just wanted to see one another. what they had was the easiest thing barbara had ever had in her life because there were no expectations on either end. she didn't have to dress up for him (there had been countless times he had come over and she was in a onesie or some random pajamas) and the best part was that he knew her job and understood that there were just some things that she didn't want to relive.
there wasn't a moment of clarity where she realized she had feelings for him or some drunk disaster that had put the two together when they passed the friends line and became more physical. cuddling had always been a thing that would happen when the two would watch anything together-- be it that he would rest his arm across the top of the couch and she would just move over and rest her cheek against his shoulder or that she would just rest her body against his side and just refuse to move-- that night had been no different. it had been innocent cuddling, with her back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around her waist, watching some show that he had chosen. her fingers had nonchalantly traced close to 500 figure-eight's on his hand to try to keep herself from falling asleep. perhaps her taste in television was just much more asinine than his own. what she watched were the types of shows that were meant to be less fact and more fiction, the characters that were showcased were all of the younger range and there were tons of explosions and unanswered questions (she would never admit it to her co-workers that she would watch crime television shows because they were much more comedic than not and their crime scenes were always SO UNREALISTIC that it made her feel good that she knew the truth). bellamy much preferred the more realistic side of television where the characters rarely smiled and most of the story was solely character based with more plot development.
she had been staring blankly at the television screen, not fully taking in what she was watching. she hadn't even been listening to bellamy talk until she felt his thumb rub against the fabric of her shirt. she had turned quickly to look at him, only to see him smirking at her. he must have been saying random things to see if she had been paying attention and her turning to him showed that she had been off in another dimension in her mind the past while. her bottom lip pulled out in a pout at his cocky smirk.
she couldn't remember who had kissed who at that moment, the only thing she could remember was the feeling of her lips pressed against his, his hand moved to press against the small of her back and pull her closer. everything after the kiss had been initiated was a complete surprise to her, the feeling of complete and utter safety with him. it was a foreign concept to her, nothing had been like this since she had been with tyler back in college.
waking up in bed the next morning alone stung. the very reason she didn't do things like that with people she was close to was mainly so she could avoid moments like this. she was alone in more ways than just one; usually she would have bellamy to call to come over and cheer her up-- he was her only true friend.
now she didn't have anyone.