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ADRIA ARJONA Blink Twice (2024)

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starter for: @dedicatedesire using the prompt: “Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

Dani pressed her palm against the deep cut on her upper arm, wincing as the pain shot through her. A great story—that’s all she could think about. Sure, the throbbing hurt like hell, and maybe she should be concerned about stitches, but this would make one hell of an article.

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” she muttered, though a hiss of pain slipped out as she spoke. “Really. One time, I was interviewing a mom from Toddlers and Tiaras. She spent twenty minutes lecturing me on how if I just focused on finding my color season, I could snag a husband rather than, you know, proving I was smart. That stung way more than this.”

But even more painful than the cut was how furious her boss would be when they found out she’d gone behind their back for this story. It was naive to think this would be easy. She had been tracking the rumors of a new underground gambling ring for weeks, and when she finally got a tip on a location, she’d made a reckless choice. She went alone. One too many wrong questions, and she found herself on the sharp end of a knife.

She’d managed to slip away and run a few blocks before finally tending to her wound. Now, here she was, hitting decline on yet another call from her boss while trying to maintain a brave facade. This was more than just a story. It was her shot at something big, and she wasn’t about to let a little blood stand in her way.

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Hours had passed and Dylan's anxiety grew as she paced the sterile hallways, scanning the bodies around her, desperate for any sign of a doctor. She spotted a figure in a white coat. Finally. The words tumbled out before her mind could catch up. "Excuse me? I’m not sure if you can help, but is there any way we could speed things up a bit?" Nervous laughter spilled from her. "I know we’re not the only patients here, but my dad is getting pretty restless. Honestly, I think he’s doing much better now so maybe we could just get a prescription sent out?" She wasn't even sure this man was the doctor assigned to them but at this point she didn't care. "Or, actually, if the cafeteria is nearby maybe you could just point me in that direction so I can chug some more deliciously stale hospital coffee in hopes that I have more energy to continue staring at the blank white walls with a smile on my face."

open to: f plot: rish is an er doctor who is at the end of his shift when suddenly someone taps him on the shoulder. this can literally go anywhere. connection: nurse, fellow doctor, friend coming to meet him, ex showing up, patient who needs help or whatever else!

rish was finally able to sit down after being done with what felt like an everlasting flow of traumas coming into the er. he took of his round glasses and rubbed his eyes. a twelve hour shift was coming to an end on this wednesday night. as chief resident, rish held a lot of responsibility, and while he loved the job, it certainly left him exhausted at the end of a shift. rish got up from his seat in the lobby area, he was wiping a name off the board, a patient he had just discharged when he felt a series of taps to his shoulder. "yes?" he said before coming face to face with the person.

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like this post and I'll reply to an open starter of yours <3 open to anyone! mutuals & non-mutuals (as long as it fits my rules or whatever)

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Anna Sawai as CATE RANDA in Monarch: Legacy of Monsters (2023-)

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Each encounter hit her like a jolt of whiplash. She always noticed that charming face, his demeanor almost disarming, as if they were old friends. She might have entertained his conversation if their paths had crossed just once or twice, but the frequency of their meetings had turned the initial warmth into something unsettling. Elena felt a familiar knot tighten in her stomach, a blend of confusion and frustration that she could no longer ignore. "My hair? You want to talk about my hair?" The absurdity of it all made her laugh bitterly. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, meeting his gaze with an arched brow. "What was your name again?" It was a deliberate jab. A pointed reminder that she was not entertained.

every time he saw elena, she took his breath away. " did you get a haircut ? " it was best to leave her threats unanswered, he had learned. there was only so little time he was allowed with her each time he managed to orchestrate one of these accidental meetings. fabian had to choose carefully how to spend it. " it-- it looks nice. really nice. "

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open to: anyone (please see guidelines) male muse muse: elena ramos - 31 - accountant plot idea: darker themes. your muse is stalking elena. thinking twisted enemies to lovers? maybe? feel free to dm me <3

"Every single fucking time I run into you it's the worst day of my week." Time for pleasantries have passed. At this point, Elena was pissed. Nostrils flared and fists clenched she took a step back. "I swear if you spew more crap about this being a coincidence I'm gonna punch you in your smug face."

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open to plotting! dm me or just like this post and I'll reach out <3 i have some ideas and prompts reblogged here

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Effigy of a Nun,"

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"That must mean a lot of people were getting busy in December... Well anyway. Glad that you're choosing here to shop. It's been chaotic recently I feel like my head isn't screwed on straight." The small glass pieces instantly sliced her hand in the frantic move to pick up the mess. She let out a hiss of pain, clutching the dripping appendage. "Mother fucker. Just what I needed." Eyes darting around in embarrassment she spotted the employee lounge and gestured her head to it. "Are you hurt? We have first aide in the back if you want to follow me. I'm so sorry about this." What a wonderful first impression.

His week had been crazy busy with one event after another and he was generally not the best at keeping up with birthdays and important dates. Needless to say it was a good thing his family always made sure to remind him. But he didn’t particularly mind hitting the gift shop - especially when there was this cute girl attending him. “Yes, please. This month is very popular for birthdays in my family.” Levi chuckled, shaking his head at the thought of it. “And I have a big family so you might see me more often.” It was meant to be more of a joke than a warning but he figured it was only fair to let her know. “Don’t worry about it. It happens! Could’ve been me to be honest.” He quickly reassured her, before he helped picking up the broken pieces. “Did you hurt yourself?”

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Ayo Edebiri wearing MIU MIU – The Today Show (2022)

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

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Alexander Skarsgård in THE STAND (2020) E9: The Circle Closes

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DREW STARKEY at the 81st Venice Film Festival (Sept. 3, 2024)

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”