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fucking all night long makes things get a little rough

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He was focusing intently on his thoughts, recalling past events and staring at the drink he had before him when he’d heard her.

“...Excuse me?” The tone of his voice implied he was somewhat insulted, “My face looks perfectly fine, maybe scarred up but I’m fine.” 

He thought for a minute, maybe she had a point. It had been a proper long while since he’d cared enough to really shave or do his usual routine he did to look nice when he went out in public; He dismissed these thoughts, though, and took a drink of what he had in front of himself. 

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     There were times Alex got real sick of the company she kept, each one of them having something unbearable to her about their personalities. Which is why she found herself at a rather odd joint sitting at the bar. 

     It was known as Hank’s Bar, and one of the other customers sat next to her and he didn’t look all that great.

      “You look like someone decided they’d make roadkill out of your face. You alright?”   She asked, looking to make idle conversation with the teal haired patron.

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Reblog if your muse is made of  ANGER  and  BAD DECISIONS

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Hospital Starters

[ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! :]

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Where am I?"

"You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here."

"I hate this place..."

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"

"You really came..."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up."

"How many tests did they do on you?"

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."

"When are they going to let you leave?"

"They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."

"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."

"That's what happens when you're dying."

"It's probably time to change those bandages..."

"You aren't in pain, are you?"

"You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."

"That would explain why I feel terrible."

"I thought you were dead..."

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I didn't know it was this bad..."

"I may not live much longer..."

"I'm dying..."

"You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"

"I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."

"I want you to know that I'll miss you most."

"Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."

"I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."

"I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."

"If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."

"Don't abuse that call button!"

"You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"

"Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."

"I get to come home today."

"Did you fill out the release forms yet?"

"They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

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affection & seduction .

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“ god… you smell so good… ”

“ you’re so warm… ”

“ oh — wow… t—that actually felt nice ”

“ you look so good like this…”

“ you look so… beautiful ”

“W—WATCH MY HEAD—”

“—OUCH???”

“ o——-okay that’s a new muscle ——-”

“ i’m not gonna do that. ”

“ that’s a thing???”

“ mm… i guess i could try?”

“ ~ would it be… okay if i tried this? ”

“ would you… be up for trying _______ ? ”

“ so… i was ~ thing we could… you know… ”

“ can i… take off your shirt?”

“ woah… your skin is… really soft… ”

“ your hands are already up my shirt —–”

“ hey… i didn’t say that you had to stop… ~”

“ it’s okay… go on ~” 

“ this —– really is nothing like porn —-”

“ IT LOOKS EASIER IN PORN ”

“ don’t… expect too much , please? ”

“… ~ did it hurt? ”

“ I DID NOT INTEND TO DO THAT I AM S O SORRY ”

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For the next hour my muse cannot lie and is insanely blunt to any questions they get on anon

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Guardians of the Galaxy Roleplay Sentence Starters

"You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"

"Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."

"Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."

" I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."

"This dumb tree is also my friend."

"I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."

"Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "

"Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."

"We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"

"That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."

"Finger on throat means death!"

"They got my dick message."

"His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."

"That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "

"God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."

"Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."

"That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."

"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."

"Who put the sticks up their butts?"

"I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."

"Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."

"See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"

"Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

"You got issues."

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"

" I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"

"When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."

"You're an imbecile."

"I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."

"Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"

"Ain't no thing like me, except me!"

"We're just like Kevin Bacon."

"I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"

"Dance-off, bro. Me and you."

"I like your knife, I'm keeping it."

"Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."

"He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".

"Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."

"Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"

"Creepy little beast!"

"I don't learn. One of my issues."

"Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"

"Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"

"Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"

"I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."

"You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people."

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He noticed the other hinting that they didn’t wanna bring it up right then, and stopped talking about it, and changed the subject quickly. “Right, well, lets go in, then?” He seemed happy to see Fury again, but was more eager to have some form of company. It’d been a while since he’d actually hung out with anyone.  Without much delay, he hurried on into the apartment, hoping the other would follow him in and out of this awful storm.

Downpour

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He couldn’t help but smile back. “Well….if you want it could be…” He chuckled, “…And the name’s Andy, by the way.” He took notice of the item the other had in his hands and became curious about the contents within the briefcase.  “…So…what’s with that?” He gestured at it, “You goin’ to work or something, or is it something else entirely?” 

As the rain began to fall harder, Fury felt the strong urge to seek proper shelter from it. Going into a nice, dry home sounded ideal, despite his original desire to be caught in the storm.

Coyly smiling past any blush that may have threatened to form on his cheeks, Fury let the umbrella rest against his shoulder so he could push some hair out of his face.

“I think I’d like that, Andy.” That was one way to remember a name. Funny… That was the name of his cousin. 

Once the attention was brought to his briefcase, his smile shrunk only slightly. He knew that inevitably, eventually, someone on the street would recognize him, but he still felt like discussing his profession on the street was unwise.

“Coming back from work, actually,” he admitted, “looking to relax.”

Hopefully that would give Andy enough of a hint.

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“...You seem real. I just mentioned that I’m unsure if being able to touch something immediately dismisses it as a hallucination. I mean, it wouldn’t be impossible for me to be fucked up on something right now anyway. Sometimes I do shit and forget I did it and it makes shit all trippy. For instance, having this conversation with you right now is trippy and I don’t recall if I got high at all today.” He gave an annoyed stare towards his taller copy, he really didn’t wanna share personal details, but if it was needed to clear up the situation at hand, he’d gladly mention his age. “..And I’m 25. How old are you?” If he had to give out any sort of personal details, he hoped the other would share theirs, and if not, he’d pry it out of them. There’s no way he’d let someone that could possibly be an impostor learn private information about himself.

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He sighed, and released his grip on the cleaver, hoping the other wouldn’t try to strike him down and hoping that him releasing his hand on the blade wouldn’t be a stupid decision on his part. “Listen, I don’t have an answer for this situation, all I know is you exist and I exist at the same time. I know I’m real, but I don’t know if you are. There’s a simple test for that though.” He extends his hand, reaches over, and pokes the other in the stomach, showing that he wasn’t a hallucination, nor was the copy of himself. “If you can touch me, and I can touch you, then we’re not hallucinations, we’re real people. I mean….I think that’s how it works. I don’t know, but listen, one of us is a fake and I know it’s not me, so you have to be an impostor.”

He pushed the other’s hand away, not using his knife (which was a good thing, as the shorter Biker had refused to use his weapon) yet still displaying somewhat hostile energy. After all, who liked being called a fake?

“Real enough for you yet, pal?”

His tone was nothing short of irritated, and as he straightened himself out, he continued to talk, brushing off the implications of his falsehood like they were nothing but dust.

“How old are you, anyway? That’ll set shit straight in no time. I don’t have the energy to be fucked with, got that? If I know anything, it’s that you don’t either. I wouldn’t go through all the bullshit of stealing the identity of someone I’ve never met.”

He could really go for another drink. If this situation hadn’t been brought on by alcohol, what was the damage?

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(Gonna get some sleep, busy day tomorrow, see you guys later!)

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“i like to imagine when biker goes on a hit he just pops in some headphones and listens to some synthpop while murdering people”

“he has to yell everything he says so he can hear himself”

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“Okay, but I wanted to get the job done faster. While I could go up the stairs it would’ve taken a little bit less time by just going up the elevator. Faster than you or not, I’d still be shaving minutes off of doing this stupid job by just taking fucking the elevator.” He sighed, hoping they would quickly find a way out of this situation, and then he thought of something. “...Isn’t there some kind of button to force the door open? If we can just get the door open, maybe we could climb to the top of this thing and make our way to the floor above?” Just as he had mentioned his idea, the lights in the elevator flickered and shut off entirely, leaving them in darkness. “....Oh, well that’s just fucking great. Not only are we stuck, but now it’s also dark in here.”

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    “Yet, we wouldn’t be in this mess if you would’ve just followed me up the stairs- hell you move faster than me!” She argued, looking at the other. Even if she was masked, the frustration was plain in her expression.

    “You do realize there is-” She paused and looked at the buttons that indicated which floor they could go to.

    “Two more floors of these assholes we have to clear right? We can’t be in here for much longer, those idiots are gonna know whats up sooner or later.” She continued, although adrenaline was still pumping through her blood, the patience was definitely thin in this situation.

She looked around the elevator in the meantime, not spotting any security cameras but looking for an alternative to move up.

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He sighed, and released his grip on the cleaver, hoping the other wouldn’t try to strike him down and hoping that him releasing his hand on the blade wouldn’t be a stupid decision on his part. “Listen, I don’t have an answer for this situation, all I know is you exist and I exist at the same time. I know I’m real, but I don’t know if you are. There’s a simple test for that though.” He extends his hand, reaches over, and pokes the other in the stomach, showing that he wasn’t a hallucination, nor was the copy of himself. “If you can touch me, and I can touch you, then we’re not hallucinations, we’re real people. I mean....I think that’s how it works. I don’t know, but listen, one of us is a fake and I know it’s not me, so you have to be an impostor.”

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His question struck him, and left him pondering. “Well…Maybe it’s not the situation at hand that’s insane, maybe it’s me? After all, how often do you run into a clone of yourself. Especially one that’s prepared to strike you down just for existing near it, or maybe you’re just some sort of impostor? That’d be even creepier.” His eyes didn’t dare look away from the copy. He didn’t want to fight with his other self, but if the other need be a threat, then he needed to be prepared to strike him down. A hand clutched a large meat cleaver handle residing in his vest pocket, and he prepared to pull it out and swing for the other should he attempt to attack.

Good, something he’d said had left the pony-error Biker confused. Or, at the very least, it had brought the situation fully to his attention. He didn’t want to hurt the other, not when he shared his likeness to such a degree

Yet still, if the other were to attack, so would he. If the shorter man went for the cleaver, then he’d have a few seconds to nail him with his knife before he was in range (unless, of course, he threw it). If he also threw a knife, though… Well, he’d just have to hope his aim was better.

“Impostor.”

He almost laughed out the word, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“As fuckin’ if. You know that’s not the case. Not when this whole time I’ve thought you were just a vision. Now I’m willing to excuse a glitch in the matrix, but being called a fake? Don’t think so.”