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♡ for a fresh new starter call! im back ya’ll!
Doctor Who — The Doctor’s Daughter {Sentence Starters}
“They were trying to kill us.“
“What, fighting all this time?“
“Keep quiet and open the door.“
“You are completely impossible.“
“What makes you better than me?“
“Not impossible. Just a bit unlikely.“
“Oh, you’re filthy. What happened?“
“No, we don’t need any more dead.“
“I’m going to learn so much from you.“
“It doesn’t mean you have to kill them.“
“You need to hold on, do you hear me?“
“Oh, you are speechless. I’m loving this.“
“Now, this is going to hurt. One, two, three.“
“If you’re safe there, don’t move, do you hear?“
“I never would. Have you got that? I never would.”
“One of us is going to die today… and it won’t be me.“
“Don’t move! Stay where you are! Drop your weapons.“
“I lost all that a long time ago, along with everything else.”
“I am a doctor and he is my patient, and I’m not leaving him.“
“I could have kill him but I didn’t. You were right. I had a choice.”
“We’re unarmed. Look, no weapons. Never any weapons. We’re safe.“
“Oh, I should have known you wouldn’t stay away from the excitement.“
“Why didn’t you tell me? You talk all the time, but you don’t say anything.”
“I thought that was just some freaky alien thing. You telling me it’s yours?”
“Guarding me. So, does that mean I’m dangerous, or that I need protecting?“
“I have a body, I have a mind, I have independent thought. How am I not real?“
“Let me distract this one. I have picked up a few womanly wiles over the years.“
“The killing… after a while, it infects you. And once it does, you’re never rid of it.“
“You’ll see a little picture of me there, and the caption will read ‘over my dead body’.”
“But, when they died, that part of me died with them. It’ll never come back… Not now.“
“You’re going to be great. You’re going to be more than great. You’re going to be amazing.“
“You can stay down here and live your whole life in the shadows, or come with me and stand in the open air.”
Send me ‘ f a i n t e d ‘ for my muse to find yours passed out in the middle of nowhere
Aftermath of calling Wav her half-sister
Wynonna: would you like some of this additive which is equal parts milk and cream for your coffee?
Waverly: you mean half and half?
Wynonna: NO!
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Wynonna: did you guys notice the flag is partially down?
Waverly: it’s at half-mast?
Wynonna: definitely not. Nope.
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Waverly: would you say this glass is half empty? Or half full?
Wynonna: me? I would never say, I can’t believe you would, I mean…
Look! Over there! *takes the glass and dumps it all out* Aw man what a mess, I should really go get something to clean that up.
————- if anyone wants to roleplay together on discord drop your username and I’ll create a server for us!
————- ❝ Is that - ❞ Waverly pauses, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the tears at bay. ❝ Do you think that’s why she left? Cause she thought I was some type of demon? ❞ She looks up at Wynonna with watery eyes, her fingers interlocked with her sister’s own, as if afraid to let go. Afraid that she would lose her, she would push her away just as she did Mama, so instead she clung to her, like a newly born butterfly to its cocoon, a place of warmth and safety, hoping that if she did so, she in turn would never lose her, would never be able to push her away. They were sisters. Maybe not by blood, but sisters nonetheless. She didn’t think she could ever push Wynonna Earp away, but yet, she had never thought she could be the reason for Mama leaving them either. They….they wouldn’t end up like her..would they? Afraid and alone. No, no they couldn’t, because they had each other, and that was something Waverly Earp would make sure never changed.
“No. Don’t you dare think that Waverly Earp, do you hear me?” There was such a force in her words, the vehemence reflected in her eyes as she looked down at her sister clutching hold of her hand. Wynonna squeezed their hands together tighter, trying her damnedest to keep from hurting her baby sister but somehow wishing she could convince her with the sheer strength of holding on that their mother’s abandonment had nothing to do with her. “Now you listen to me, Mama left because she was weak. A coward who couldn’t take care of us the way we both deserved. She didn’t deserve us then and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve us now. It is not your fault baby girl…” Shaking her head, unable to keep anymore distance before pulling Waverly into her chest and wrapping her arms tightly around her, not only for comfort but unable to stand seeing the tears in those broken and usually wide optimistic eyes.
———— Waverly flinched, as if Wynonna’s words grew hands and fingers and slapped her across the cheek, the stinging ever present. She felt Wynonna’s fingers tighten around her palm, squeezing as if they were children again and Wynonna was about to get a shot from the doctor. Mama used to take them to those appointments. Back before Waverly could even toddle right. She’d remember how they’d all go out for ice cream afterwards, and Wynonna would share her own after Willa would ‘accidentally’ knock it from its perch on its waffle cone. Wynonna had always taken care of her, she had since she was six years old. In a way Waverly felt guilty, helpless, like the damned damsels in distress on television she always criticized because they were inaccurate portrayals of how women truly were. But yet she couldn’t help but fear she was filling their shoes. Wynonna was always looking out for her, protecting her, keeping her safe from the demons and the chaos that the world threw at them like a curve ball. But as she thought this, she couldn’t help the sob that escaped through trembling lips as she was pulled into her sisters embrace, clinging to her tightly as if she were the earth and Wynonna the sun. She wrapped her arms around her sister, tightly, as if petrified to let go. ❝ Im sorry, Wyn. ❞ she apologized as she wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. ❝ Im being selfish - I’m not the only one who lost her. ❞ and whilst it wasn’t a loss due to the permanence of death, it was a loss of worse statures, a loss of love, a loss of family, a loss of sanity.
————- ❝ Is that - ❞ Waverly pauses, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the tears at bay. ❝ Do you think that’s why she left? Cause she thought I was some type of demon? ❞ She looks up at Wynonna with watery eyes, her fingers interlocked with her sister’s own, as if afraid to let go. Afraid that she would lose her, she would push her away just as she did Mama, so instead she clung to her, like a newly born butterfly to its cocoon, a place of warmth and safety, hoping that if she did so, she in turn would never lose her, would never be able to push her away. They were sisters. Maybe not by blood, but sisters nonetheless. She didn’t think she could ever push Wynonna Earp away, but yet, she had never thought she could be the reason for Mama leaving them either. They....they wouldn’t end up like her..would they? Afraid and alone. No, no they couldn’t, because they had each other, and that was something Waverly Earp would make sure never changed.
@peacexmade sc.
——- my muse for Waverly is so high so like this for a brand spankin new starter call!
Waverly x angel theory
————- if anyone wants to roleplay together on discord drop your username and I’ll create a server for us!
Protective sentence starters??
because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful
“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”
“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”
“Don’t touch her/him!”
“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”
“I will always step in between you and something like that.”
“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”
“The stepping stool is unecessary.”
“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”
“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.”
“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”
“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”
“You could have been hurt.”
“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”
“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”
“I’m gonna protect you.”
“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”
“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.”
“Let’s all watch a different movie. This one freaks her/him out.”
“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”
“She/He isn’t an object.”
“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”
“You don’t know anything about her/him!”
“What? You think that was funny? You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”
“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”
“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”
“Wait, let me walk you home.”
“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”
“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”
“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”
“I’ll go see what the noise was.”
“Stay on the phone with me.”
“Promise me you’ll be safe.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”
“He/She did what to you?”
“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”
“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”
“Stay behind me.”
“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”
“I love you. Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”
“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out. Trust me, I know.”
“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”
“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”
“Thank you for always sticking with me.”
“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”
send a name and a sentence xx
————— ❝I - I went to see MAMA today. She called me a DEMON. She - she wants to kill me. ❞
@myfirstnameislast || episode based sc.
Your muse left without a word months ago. Send “I’m sorry” for my muse’s reaction to yours returning out of the blue.
Send 😥 to find my muse with amnesia
Send ❤ for a non-specific kiss...
Or select one (or more!) from the following. Feel free to combine them!
☺ - for a happy kiss ♦ - for a platonic kiss ☹ - for an angsty kiss ☠ - for an angry kiss ✧ - for a kiss on the hand ☆ - for a kiss on the neck ✗ - for a drunken kiss
💔 (from nicole cause ay why not have some angst)
the meme for people who hate happiness // accepting50. Our muses in a plane crash ————- Waverly’s eyes fluttered open, confusion evident. She had opened them only to close them again as smoke immediately tried to inhabit them. Smoke? Where in the hell would smoke be coming from? And why? Everything suddenly came back to her. SHE and NICOLE were flying home to PURGATORY after taking a much needed little retreat in a cottage on the other side of Canada. She had been hesitant to go, but after much assurance from WYNONNA and DOC and JEREMY, she had gone. And she had he best weekend of her life. Filled with being in the arms of her NICOLE, of lakeside views and cuddling together under the way too comfortable sheets of the queen sized mattress. They had been flying back, and WAVERLY was so excited to tell WYNONNA all about her weekend. Okay, not all of it—- but then the plane rumbled like the belly of a starving beast. The pilot’s trembling voice appeared over the intercom, telling the passengers to brace for impact. She had held onto NICOLE tightly, so damn terrified, not for herself, but for her Nicole. So terrified she was going to lose her. The screams of the other passengers as the nose of the plane made contact with the ground was a sound WAVERLY was not sure she would ever be able to rid from her head. Nicole! She shot upwards, only to yelp in pain. Her ribs felt as the debris of the plane looked. She coughed into her torn sleeve. Nicole. She had to get to Nicole. She crawled from out the bits and pieces of what was left of the plane, a sob escaping her as she crawled past the still bodies of the other passengers. Was Nicole….? No. She couldn’t be. She wouldn’t be. ❝ NICOLE! ❞ she yelled as she crawled through more of the debris, her eyes searching for one person and one person alone. ❝ NICOLE! Please baby, answer me!! ❞
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.” (from wynonna)
hurt meme. // accepting! ———— ❝ Wynonna. ❞ WAVERLY spoke, her voice fragile and cracked as if it were glass about to shatter. Her head laid in WYNONNA’S lap, and she could hear her sister talking, but it sounded as if she were yelling at her from underwater. Distant and disoriented. She knew Wynonna would come for her. She knew she would save her. Like she always did. Like she always would. That was something that WAVERLY EARP was sure of. In a world full of CURSES and DEMONS, there was one thing that she had no shadow of a doubt that WYNONNA EARP would be there. And she, her. She would never stop fighting for Wynonna, she was sure even after she was dead and gone and the breath no longer continued to fill her lungs, somehow, from somewhere, she would be there, fighting for her. But right now, she wasn’t sure she could fight. She wasn’t sure she could do much of anything. She was drained, and she was just so tired. She wanted to close her eyes, wanted to drift off to sleep, like how she used to when she was little and WILLA or DADDY had scared her. How she would curl up in WYNONNA’S lap like a lost kitten. And Wynonna would sit there and hold her and assure her that she was there and that they were okay. Like now. It seemed that not much had changed, but yet, everything had changed. But she didn’t want to think of that now, just like she didn’t want to think of the blood that seeped through her blouse, crimson staining satin. But she couldn’t focus on that, she was too tired to focus on that. ❝ I’m tired, Wyn. I’m really tired. I think I’m gonna - I’m gonna take a nap. ❞ she spoke softly, her head resting against Wynonna’s thigh as she closed her eyes. She was tired. And she was cold. And she just wanted to fall asleep in a Wynonna’s lap like when she was a little girl.