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Send 👶 to meet my muse as a child!
“Dang!” The child exclaimed, “That’s a mighty fine tattoo! Did it hurt when ya got it?”
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@the-ripping-tides continued from X
There wasn’t much he could do. If he moved the bleeding would only get worse and he would be even in more pain. “Yeah, head feels like it’s spinnin’.”
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Send “🐑” for my character to state a nickname they have for yours / make one up on the spot.
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@do-not-disturb-the-dragon continued
“Now..I was just jokin’. Well-yeah nah I was just foolin’ around.”
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“You can’t marry everyone who’s nice.”
John Mulaney Sentence Starters
“Just an expression. I enjoy it when people are kind. Bit of a turn on.”
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McCree glared at her. There was a time, for a long time, when he was younger when being cynical and self-deprecating was his habits. Habits he learned to kick. He will be damned if he was going to let Lena fall into the same spiral.
He had half a mind to crush the glass in his hand, but he didn’t want to come off as aggressive. Lena was a friend and he didn’t like scolding people, but he learned from the best. Instead, he splashed the drink on the ground, not really caring about the mess or whatever protest she had about it.
“You don’t need this. You need to fix your face lil missy. Plenty of people gave up on me in my life, until one person didn’t. That’s all you need. I ain’t givin’ up on you.” He paused, “Would you let Emily hear you talk like this?”
His rise was startling. Then again, the night had been somewhat self-pitying in that silent, echoing, drowning way. Jesse outburst had shattered the suffocating silence and moved her to open herself up moreso than she had been.
“Not getting rid of me that easy.” Brown eyes met his, unwavering. There was promise in those hues that no matter how far or how far she traveled, she’d always come home. If, of course, there was a home to come to. If Lena was capable making it back. A lot of ifs there days.
“They had me declared dead, Jesse, before they found some kind of signal from the plane. They had a funeral and everything. You know how shitty it is to look at your own headstone? To know that they gave up on you?” A sigh escaped her. It was unfair–they couldn’t feasibly continue to sink money into seeking for her after a point. MIA became KIA and none were the wiser.
“Give me my drink back.”
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“My neighbor was arrested by the FBI for being a cannibal.” “Guess what, I might be a cannibal.” “He was quiet… but he was so hungry!” “The FBI shows up at six AM and arrests my neighbor, and we have! Not! Spoken! Since!” “I’ve lived a full life, there’s many stories.” “A mandolin and something else… but what?” “I… really want that to be a lie…” “I don’t say daddy’s gone, that upsets people.” “I… have been traveling a lot and that’s why I don’t know my articles, or pronouns.” “Everyone in my life warned me against that.” “People like vanity.” “I had a bit of a nervous breakdown while I was at the farm.” “I’m feeling just sort of existentially insane.” “These are dinosaurs, get out of here right now!” “Those geese weren’t messing around!” “You know, how you say that to your wife.” “Yeah! My brother was attacked by a swan!” “You expect more of a swan ‘cause it’s more cosmopolitan!” “And as soon as I said ‘what is that’ some voice in me that warned me about the geese went ‘you know it’s a ghost!’” “Imagine for a moment that a green orb appears on your dog in a photo…” “You can imagine how you’d leap to ghost.” “So I felt… that I had it coming, in some way. A haunting of sorts!” “I didn’t wanna say too loud what my plan was, in case the ghosts were listening.” “People were rooting for me to faint!” “I was this little freckle-faced puffy little hungover monster.” “You can’t marry everyone who’s nice.” “And then you’re asked to reject Satan, just as high school is beginning when you need him the most!”
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KNOCK ME DOWN, AND I’LL KEEP GETTING BACK UP.
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“Oh to hell with it,” he rolled his eyes.
“There will always be another multi-million dollar plane, building, fucking car who cares! There’s only gonna be one god damn Lena.”
He frowned at her and snatched the drink from her hand. She wasn’t going to get that back. Mentioning the explosion he paused. He never coped with it well..hell he wasn’t even there. In one day he lost everyone he loved. Inhaling he shook his head.
“It wasn’t easy to hear about it. But we here now...I know for a fact Reyes wouldn’t want a pity party. I don’t think all those people we lost would want you thinkin’ or sayin’ any of this.”
He clenched his fist, “I lost a family, an arm, and I ain’t finna lose you too. If you keep talkin’ like this you gonna get lost.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Cowboy.” Lena didn’t turn to him for a moment, continuing to take in the sight of the tranquil ocean. The weight of the world sat heavy on her shoulders, the weight of what she’s seen, what she’s done.
She took another sip before turning back to him, offering him a small, lackluster but genuine smile. “Just hard not to wonder what would have happened, you know? You escape death enough, you wonder what you’re giving up to keep living.” Narrow fingers raked through her hair.
“Now, Jesse. Don’t make me answer that. Because you know you deserve to be here, you’ve earned this place. And I’m not saying that I don’t. But, c’mon–
–they made me a multi-million dollar plane and I wrecked it. That explosion– I don’t know. I’ve always wondered if it was aimed for the commanders, or all of us. I just watched it go down, and that wasn’t easy either.”
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“Now, you stop that.”
He thought he would join her for a drink. Lena was always one of his favorite drinking buddies, but hearing her talk like that. It turned his stomach and broke his heart.
He put his drink on the ledge and took off his hat. Standing over her he pointed at her.
“I don’t wanna hear that kinda talk comin’ from you. There ain’t no way in hell this world would be better off if Lena Oxton weren’t in it. This don’t sound at all like you firefly.” He put a hand on her shoulder, “Now answer me this, what would you say if I had said I’d be better off dead in the gorge? Huh? What would you tell me?”
She’s got a glass of whiskey and she’s settled out on the veranda. It was the one in the back, quiet, where she wouldn’t be disturbed in her introspection.
“Maybe that plane was supposed to kill me.”
Her hands shook, knocking the ice against the glass. She deposited the glass on the ledge of the fence before looking out over the crashing ocean.
“Maybe I was supposed to die in that explosion. Maybe there’s a line of empty graves between me.
Too bad it won’t catch up just yet.”
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“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.” (the-ripping-tides)
hurt sentence starters || Accepting blood, broken bone mention.
He groaned trying to pick himself up, but damn whatever the hell fell on him did a number.
“Shit.”
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hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.
“you’re going to have a bruise.”
“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”
“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”
“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”
“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”
“those pain meds knocked you out.”
“where’d you get that bloody nose?”
“make a fist for me.”
“where does it hurt?”
“ow, ow, ow.”
“that’s going to need stitches.”
“shit, that hurts.”
“is it broken?”
“keep ice on it.”
“ouch!”
“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.”
“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”
“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”
“stay in bed and let me look after you.”
“there, you’re all patched up.”
“let me help you to your room.”
“how many fingers am i holding up?”
“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”
“you could have a concussion. ”
“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”
“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”
“how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”
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- What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?- Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.
Interview the Muse
“...Guess folks would be sayin’ my hat or belt, or somethin’ silly like that.” He shrugged. “I got this picture of me n’ my momma...I was probably 6 or 7. I know I was young. It’s the last thing I got of her.”
He was silent for a moment before looping his thumbs in his belt loops. “I...suppose I was real close to a man who had it all figured out. At least to me, saved my life in more ways than one. I feel like I owe him my life, but that man died long time ago. I do really miss him though.”
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Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.
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