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PSA: Hiatus Notice

((So…yeah, in case you didn’t realize, I am on an indefinite semi-hiatus/full hiatus. Life kicks ass and drains motivation. There are occasional moments where I get bursts of inspiration and say I’ll return…but the next day I lose all sense of motivation to do this. We’ll see where this goes. Apologies to all.))

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psa; im the kind of roleplayer that’s more than willing to start in the smack dab middle of a relationship and then talk about their connections and history later because it’s fun to throw my muse(s) into a random situation and watch their dumb ass work their way out of it.

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Books held the captain's gaze unflinchingly, arms crossed defiantly across her chest. Now that the main threat had seemingly passed--no one looked like they were going to try and kill her, at any rate--her brash confidence was slowly returning.

A scoff escaped her when one of the pirates mentioned bad luck, and she bit back the snarky retort that rested on the tip of her tongue. Oddly enough, she found herself agreeing with the captain; luck had never been on her side either. She lived life on the path chance pushed her along, and so far it hadn't been the prettiest.

Books carefully lifted one eyebrow at the pirate's question. "What sort of skill are we talking about?" she asked in return, the tiniest hint of a smirk pulling at her lips.

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The captain entertained a coy look and drummed his fingers on his chin in mock thought. Murmurs from his men rang in hushed tones around them. His forget me not hues remained fixed on the girl, however.

"Captain? Isn’t it bad luck to have a woman aboard?" Came a voice from one of the men.

"I’ve always had bad luck…" He trailed off for just a beat in his thought to give a mock— and rather annoyed— salute with his hook before continuing, "But hears the thing about pushing my luck— luck pushed me first… I think I’ll take my chances."

A smirk pulled at him as he addressed the girl again. He had an idea… he wouldn’t reveal it yet, but he’d start marinating the main thought, “—what sort of skill do you have, lass?”

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With a lopsided grin, Books grabbed his hand and hauled herself out of the chair. "Pleasure to meet you, Tadashi," she grinned, returning his mock bow with a little curtsey of her own. Try as she might, she couldn't help but like this guy.

A short laugh escaped her at the mention of her name. "Thanks," she said as she grabbed her own bag from the corner and followed him out the door. "It's not my real name, obviously, but you know...it sticks."

Another dull pain shot through her head, and she grimaced faintly. Pulling several all nighters in a row was definitely not a good idea on her part. "Just finishing some work on my final project for the year," she explained, running a hand through her already messy hair. "Made a couple of miscalculations that really set behind."

"It’s just a headache, I’ll be fine." ((also hello :D ))

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"You look like you’re about to pass out, and you can barely even open your eyes because of the lights in here. That’s more than a headache."He sighed, running an exasperated hand through his hair."If you won’t go to a doctor can I at least drive you home for the day? Just for my peace of mind?"

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"...please."

❝What’s the magic word, doll?❞

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Tack was as mild-mannered as a teenage boy comes. It took a lot to get him unsettled, let alone angry. But right now, to say he was seething would be far too lightly. "Books, we need t'get ya to a hospital right now arright? An' then you're gonna tell me who done this." He cradled the bleeding newsie as gently as he could while containing his rage.

Books chuckled lightly at the other newsie's concern, wincing as pain seared through her ribs. "It's--fine, Tack," she managed to grind out. "I'm alright, honest. It--It ain't as bad as it looks."

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"Shit."

"…seriously, can’t they give us five minutes to recover? Five minutes! That’s all I’m asking!”

❝❞ (for whoever best fits)

"They’re coming.”

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OTP Parenting Meme for Books and Morris

packs the lunches: Whoever wakes up first, so probs Morrisblows raspberries while cuddling: Morrisis the tickle monster: Morrisgives life lesson speeches: Books and Morris share that job depending on if its puberty or notkisses the boo-boos: Books breaks the bad news: Morrisjoins the PTA: Both of themcrashes sleepovers with embarrassing stories: mORRISgives the crazy nicknames: Morris

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PSA: Hiatus Notice

((So...yeah, in case you didn't realize, I am on an indefinite semi-hiatus/full hiatus. Life kicks ass and drains motivation. There are occasional moments where I get bursts of inspiration and say I'll return...but the next day I lose all sense of motivation to do this. We'll see where this goes. Apologies to all.))

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 ’ The Lego Movie ’ Sentence Starters

"You don’t have to be the bad guy."

"You are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe."

"Darn, darn, darn, darny-darn!"

" I only work in black and sometimes very, very dark grey."

"If this relationship is going to work out between us I need to feel free to party with a bunch of strangers whenever I feel like it."

"Look, um… I watch a lot of cop shows on TV… isn’t there supposed to be a-… Isn’t there supposed to be a good cop?"

"I’m your friendly neighborhood police officer!"

"We’re about to crash into the sun."

"Yeah, but it’s gonna look really cool."

"Do you know what kind of sunburn I’m going to get?"

"I’m covered in latex."

"I super hate you."

"All this is true because it rhymes."

"What if there’s such a thing as a bunkbed but as a couch?"

"That’s literally the dumbest thing I ever heard."

"I’m here to see… your butt!"

"Is that a last name Butt, first name Your…?"

"… Blah, blah, blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff…"

"I think I got it. But just in case… tell me the whole thing again, I wasn’t listening."

"Come with me if you want to not die."

"That’s a suggestion. They have to put that on there."

"Any idea is a good idea except the non-happy ones."

"I know that sounds like a cat poster but it’s true."

"But how could I just decide to believe that I’m special when I’m not?"

"The prophecy… I made it up."

"I liked _____ before it was cool."

"Business, business, business. Numbers."

"Honey? Where are my paaaaaaaants?"

"Marry a marshmallow."

"What’re you losers talking about?"

"You need to be more friendly!"

"Does he have super gross hands that look like they’re made out of big pink sausages, like eagle talons mixed with squid?"

"Oh, we got a hugger."

"Why are my pants cold and wet?"

"Did you just call me old?"

"All you have to do is believe that you are special, then you are special."

"Well, where can we go where we can’t be found?"

"I feel something inside it’s like… the opposite of happiness!"

"I must stay positive. Bubblegums! Butterflies? Cotton Candy…?"

"The walls are crying!"

"First law of the sea: Never place yer rear end on a pirate’s face."

"Here’s how we do it pirate style!"

“Po-lice to meet you.”

"We’ll wing it… That’s a bat pun."

"It turns out that hairy one’s a dude."

"You are so disappointing on so many levels."

"What a bunch of hippie, dippie baloney!"

"It makes me just wanna pick up whoever’s standing closest to me and just throw them out this window."

"No…more…Mr. Nice Guy!"

"It is indeed super sweet."

"Hey, not so special anymore, huh?"

"Unfortunately I’m gonna have to leave you here to die."

"So I guess running around and screaming is normal."

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Books couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes. "That is some of the cheesiest shit I have ever heard, Davey Jacobs," she replied, grinning up at him. "Still, I got ya a present."

"Wait, was I supposed to get you Hanukkah presents or a Christmas present? 'Cause I only got ya one present, and I don't think that's enough to last eight nights."

          Davey chuckled as he looked up at Books, pulling her close to wrap his arms around her waist. “You didn´t have to get me anything at all.” he then told her, “You´re enough of a present for me, and that´s enough for every day of my life,” he smiled.

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"Oh please, he'd give ya ten if ya asked."

“I’ll ask Ollie, I know him better, and to be honest he’s less likely to say no.”

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❝Maybe you should learn patience, dollface, it’ll give me less of a headache.❞

"...Just gimme the damn papes."

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Books hummed contentedly, letting her fingers trail along his side. "Is that a compliment, Mr. Delancey?" she mumbled through the kiss.

KISS ME (Morris)

23. Sternum

Books curled up in bed beside Morris, blearily blinking her eyes open. Warm sunlight filtered in through the window, and the empty bed across the room signaled that Oscar had already woken up. With a soft yawn, Books rolled over and gently pressed her lips to his bare skin, peppering kisses down the middle of his chest.

"Mornin’, babe."

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"My best first mate," Books smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.

"That looks good on you!"

12. a flower crown

Books giggled, glancing up at the wreath of flowers perched precariously on her head. “Ya really think so, Crutch?”

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Books giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder. "Yes please."

Books snuck up behind Morris, carefully winding her arms around his chest. "I'm coooold."

Morris smiled softly as he brushed his fingers over her hands, smiling at her touch.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked coyly as he turned around and smiled.