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[mcmorare]

🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?

[mcmorare]

Hey fellas.

There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.

Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.

[mcmorare]

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems

[mcmorare]

@oddsfavorcd (blight) sent: get under the covers. i'll sit with you until you fall asleep.

Katrina had really hoped that he wouldn't hear. It's already shitty enough, hands shaking, unable to just pull herself together and stop fucking crying enough to let herself fall asleep, as if her body can't shut it off, whimpering and sniffling and feeling sincerely pathetic -- the idea of someone else bearing witness to her current situation was one that she thought would only have added insult to the already deeply bruised injury. She's been trying not to think about the cameras that are most certainly in the seven suite as they are everywhere, the fact that there might be witnesses already.

But he heard. Of course he did. Cue her scrambling to wipe her eyes and sit up and attempt certainly in vain to appear normal. None of this is normal.

And he didn't ask any questions. Just stood in the doorway for a moment with that little furrow in his brow before taking a seat on her bed beside her, gently, leaving space, as if she were a sleeping cat that he didn't want to scare off the sheets.

Lips press together in an attempt not to tremble as she nods, chest still quietly stuttering with each breath. Movements are slow as she lays herself back down and pulls the blankets back up. Her hands don't let go of them, fabric clutched in balled fists like holding on to something physical is the one thing that'll keep her calm. There's a cold patch in the pillowcase against her temple where tear-saturated fabric was exposed to the air.

Her voice is certainly rough when she finally speaks, but not as wrecked as she'd feared. "Thanks."

[mcmorare]

Making it a "no-guns" mission had made it a bit more strenuous, even if Katrina did bring her icer -- but, well, she's always loved a good old-school fight. Even if right now she knows she's gonna be feeling all of it tomorrow. Regardless of whatever opinion she's forming about this newly-assembled group, a job is a job. It's not like vigilante work will pay the bills, as much as she would love it if it did.

It seems Katrina notices the laceration before Yelena does, watching as the blonde is awakened in the harshest manner. It's not a small one, either, by the looks of it, the blood, that or the attacker was lucky enough to hit an artery, which would be difficult in that area. All that to say, the situation doesn't look great. Not the worst, but definitely could be better. And not that the mission is all she's worried about, but it'll definitely make things more difficult if her partner (and connection to the person running this op) collapses halfway through the escape.

No questions are asked before she's scooping up the chip in Yelena's stead, biting back the snap back she so often would have at being ordered around if only to try and keep this situation a bit more agreeable given her partner's state. A bleeding wound doesn't exactly put someone in the best mood; she knows from experience.

"You know the way?" She falls into step beside Yelena quickly, jogging for just a second to catch up, eyes darting to her every few seconds to keep watch on her state. How familiar she is with these streets, Katrina isn't sure, but she can be the navigator if they need one. Microchip is tucked into a pocket. "Shouldn't be long."

is that your blood? ― from @mcmorare.

THE WORDS DON'T REGISTER INITIALLY, as yelena is reloading the shock capsules on her wrist and double - checking the integrity of her batons. her breath is a little short, lungs straining against invisible wire wrapped around them, but that's to be expected after this ... mess. bodies lay strewn over the concrete platform, most riddled with bruises and some with gunpowder and shrapnel ( not hers, to be clear. it's bad press to kill people on purpose ― whatever, mel ). they're breathing, from what she can tell, just unconscious. which means her time is even shorter.

it's only when she goes to bend down to fetch something off a crumpled body -- the tiny micro chip this whole thing had been for, from flying to austria, to pairing with a former shield operative -- that she realizes something is. off. something in her side protests with the pain of the sun's innermost white fire, vision blanketing with spots as she can't quite stifle the hiss of pain between her teeth. still hunched over, yelena brings her hand to the spot between her ribcage and hip, and comes away with a slick layer of dark scarlet. that bastard's tricky little knife must've scored a hit before she could pull away fast enough.

“ shit, ” she mutters, the smooth curves of russian drawled out with a broody nonchalance. with the rate she's bleeding, she has, what, half an hour before she passes out? forty - five minutes if she's lucky. and that's if she doesn't find something to staunch it along the way. sticky, but she's been in stickier. her gaze finally lands on her counterpart's, pulling herself to stand straight when she notes the concern on her face. don't worry about it. “ grab that, ” she orders katrina, stalking away from the unconscious form and its micro chip without a glance backwards. “ quickly. we need to get back to the transport before sunrise. ” because she definitely won't make it that long.

[mcmorare]

big swiss.

dialogue prompts from big swiss: a novel by jen beagin.

your aura is the size of a barge.

so you do have feelings?

i'm a shit-thinker, not a shit-talker.

where are you from, originally?

do you sing? are you a singer?

i don't use what happened to me as an excuse.

i'm a worker, not a wallower.

trauma doesn't get you a lifelong 'get out of jail free' card.

my siblings are dicks. i'd never die for them.

you seem disconnected from your body.

have you ever seen so many narcissists gathered in one place? be honest.

we hate all the same things.

why would you google such a thing?

people are almost never articulate about their pain.

there's not a lot of shame in this town.

it's not haunted. it's cursed, which is slightly different.

i never expected to feel this way again.

enough about me. did you have an okay childhood?

i've always been drawn to darksiders.

we just met. i don't want to scare you.

did you fit in, or were you a weirdo?

sleeping alone is my greatest unfiltered joy.

sounds like you read my diary.

call me before you do anything stupid, okay? promise.

perhaps you're unaware of it, but your every thought is written on your face.

i'm rarely lonely because i like my own brain.

anger can be cleansing, too.

better the devil you know.

aren't you afraid of getting caught?

you could talk to a hole in the wall.

i can't have more than one friend at a time.

people only live like this if they're on really good drugs.

i wish i saw myself in you.

do people say 'boss' anymore? you know, as a synonym for 'cool'?

a group of vultures is called a 'committee', which is kind of cute.

don't finish my sentences.

i don't respond well to verbal compliments. they seem phony to me.

dog parks are for people, not dogs.

did you just say what i think you said?

first thought, worst thought.

it feels like we already know each other.

i'm a thinker, not a feeler.

do i seem gay to you?

i was born with bags under my eyes.

what's more off-putting than namedropping?

i wouldn't know what to do with money, except piss it away.

are you going to make obscure references all night?

are you always this intense?

i distrust people pleasers.

you can't steal from the library. it's extremely bad luck.

luck is my only religion.

i don't feel like myself. or maybe i feel more like myself.

you've been standing there for twenty minutes.

last night i dreamed there were eight of you, and i didn't know which one was real.

i feel like you're hiding something from me, but i can't figure out what it is.

i think about you when you're not around.

don't tell me you talk to me in your head.

i fantasized about your forearms for weeks.

i might be growing a third eye.

lie next to me for a minute.

you already have what you're looking for. it's already there, inside you.

i'm feeling pretty gay, to be honest.

you look incredible for your age. you know that, right?

i watch porn now, thanks to you.

i am, in fact, a terrible actor. friend. human being.

stories change, depending on the audience. everybody knows that.

can you see what kind of night i've had?

you have the most expressive mouth i've ever seen.

you're not as detached as you think.

have you ever been happy?

i feel like a patch of moving fog, most of the time.

your ability to compartmentalize bewilders me.

you should try living in the world. or, i don't know, reading a newspaper.

i feel like i'm accessing and inhabiting one of my past lives.

i feel radicalized. ready to fight.

it's an omen. one of us is about to die.

you look more alive than you have in years.

are the words 'adult' and 'adultery' related?

i missed you. grievously.

what is that scent you're wearing?

i've been trying to ease my way into telling you about it.

before we met, i felt frozen. now i'm a puddle on the floor.

there's an air of doom about you.

you seem profoundly lonely.

so i make people want to kill themselves?

i tend to attract damaged people. broken toys.

i love being in public with you.

i am a master of the charade.

i never pity the rich.

do you consider me distant and unfeeling?

there's something actually wrong with you.

confess. unburden yourself. take responsibility.

we're not 'dating'. don't be disgusting.

i'm having an allergic reaction to your horrible personality.

i think we might be in love.

i had a very intense dream about ____ the other night.

what's happening to you?

one of the pitfalls of same-sex relationships? you can't break down in peace in public restrooms.

flowering dogwoods are bisexual. like us.

your 'tough girl' routine is pretty transparent, at this point.

it wouldn't be paranoia if i had any control over it.

you don't seem afraid to take emotional risks.

are you trying to get me to leave you?

you'll have to reinvent yourself.

do you know how many bathrooms i've cried in? thirteen.

i don't trust you right now, but i do care about you.

maybe you should try sitting with your discomfort.

i'd rather live like an animal than in some fantasy where people only have control over me if i let them.

you millennials and your utopias, i swear to god. you're so attached to your vision, to your virtue, to your supposedly good intentions. to being on the right side of everything.

why is it so dark in here?

i called and called but you weren't picking up, so i started walking.

you don't have a casual bone in your body. not one.

get under the covers. i'll sit with you until you fall asleep.

i'm always suspicious of people who openly worship their families.

if you can't even say it, maybe it's not something you should be doing.

you must have dirt on everyone in town.

i'm not done with you. i'm not sure i'll ever be.

this is a gossip-free zone.

you don't seem like a horse person.

your world seems like a good place to disappear.

you need to have more compassion for yourself.

i know my heart seems like it's in one piece, but it's not. it's all smashed up.

i was just looking for a way to feel better.

i've survived a thing or two, same as you.

you give up too easily. even in arguments.

is there anyone you actually care about?

i chose you. over and over.

i've never been more myself with anyone. including myself.

we all have an inner shithead. maybe you need to shake hands with yours.

i was too ashamed to tell you, or anyone else.

sometimes it's hard to let go of a secret companion, even if they're shitty company.

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get to know me abc edition

a . age: early 20s!

b . birthplace: the midwest of the usa

c . current time: 8:18 pm

d . drink you had last: water

e . easiest person(s) to talk to: my best friend! but she has an unfair advantage (knowing me for 15 years)

f . favourite current song(s): uhhhhhh at this very moment if i had to choose it would probably be paranoid, get dumber, and familiar patterns by PUP. also maybe rough by VIAL

g . goals: uhhh. idk do well this upcoming semester ig? eventually become a librarian hopefully

h . horror yes or horror no: very very much depends on the horror

i . in love?: not at the moment

j . jealous of people: i do sometimes, i think everyone does, it's just human, but when i do feel it i try not to let it effect my actions

k . killed someone: only in a videogame. unless ocs count

l . love at first sight or should i walk by again?: walking by again seems more realistic but i'm also a huge softie so i'm open to either ig

m . middle name: i have two!

n . number of siblings: one younger brother!

o . one wish: oh boy. uh. probably to live closer to my friends tbh

p . plants: i do not have any sadly i once killed a succulent so i do not have much faith in my green thumb

q . questions you’re always asked: i genuinely cannot think of any people don't ask me questions very regularly fhkdsjnfksj

r . reason(s) to smile: my two sweet kitties who i love very much

s . song you last sang: paranoid by PUP

t . top 3 fictional characters: this is the hardest question oh my god but my top 3 LATELY (not conclusive all time list) would probably be denver lcd.p, nicolet.te gra.nt, annnd i'll say either tal.ly craven or ana kravino.ff

u . inexperienced or experienced writer: it feels weird to say experienced like i'm some sort of published author but i have been doing creative writing for fun since elementary school and writing most days for years now so i guess i am experienced? but i'm always growing and improving

v . vacation: i am actually not a Huge vacation person partially because i am 100% fine and comfortable with just staying at home and having fun doing my things but also because i have Awful motionsickness so the Travel part of vacation (and usually the hours/day after the travel) are not fun for me But other than the traveling part i do enjoy vacations when i have one planned!

w . when’s your birthday: january 31!

x . x - rays: never had an xray but i have had a sonogram of my heart!

y . your favourite food/cuisine: this is a hard question to answer bc i feel like i am not a Food Person in the way that so many other people are but if i had to pick a favorite off the top of my head tofu is definitely near the top of my list

z . zodiac sign: aquarius!

tagged by: stole it from the dash i don't remember who :(

tagging: whoever wants to do it say i tagged you i wanna see mwah <3

[mcmorare]

To be fair -- or, not fair, really, to make an excuse -- Katrina doesn't love using her powers, last time it had been entirely a desperation move to try and throw the blonde off balance so that Katrina wouldn't have to spend a month recovering from some sort of nasty stab wound she's sure Yelena would have had no trouble finding an opportunity for. Katrina knows she's good, but she also knows when she's outmatched. She's not ex-widow good.

Honestly, the trees do put her a bit more at ease this time, posture relaxed in a way that's not just that practiced confidence she walks into every potential fight with but also in a way that's real, at least around the edges. Yelena hasn't grabbed a weapon yet. That's something, even if she could probably make quick work of the SHIELD agent even without one.

"Hopefully not. Sorry about that last time." Just like her walk, her voice is all casual, but there is sincerity to those words. Hopefully today things will go more smoothly, for both their sakes. "Could ask you the same thing, though. I'm guessing you won't believe me if I say I'm just out for a walk."

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

an assortment of dialogue prompts.

on her latest mission, yelena hadn't expected to come across a familiar face— or any faces at all, for that matter. none outside of her target range, at least. this wasn't exactly the first time she'd found herself face to face with katrina, their earlier encounters having involved arguably more knives. she hoped not to have a round two.

❝ looks like I'm not the only one out here playing solo, ❞ she counters, gesturing across the clearing towards @mcmorare, the trees around them creating a decent overhead canopy. there's no hostility here this time, not from yelena. she regards katrina with a wary but curious gaze. the last time they'd crossed paths like this, the job yelena had been pursuing ended up being entirely different from what she'd expected. that wasn't a comforting thought.

❝ what brings you out into the middle of nowhere? don't suppose you'll be— ❞ she makes a gesture with her hands against the sides of her head, ❝ blasting yourself into my skull again this time? ❞

[mcmorare]

private rites.

dialogue prompts from private rites: a novel by julia armfield.

people love a ritual when things get hairy.

i don't believe in the devil. but i feel him, anyway.

what's the point in dwelling? once you start, you'll never get to the end of it.

phones are how people reach you. nothing very good can come of that.

you're dissociating. don't do that. don't panic.

you're spiky. you've always been spiky.

you're not always very nice, but i don't think you do it on purpose.

you've always made me want to be better.

i'm not a sleeper.

you never think anybody likes you.

oh, is somebody sulking?

you learn to deal with it. sure, it's shitty, but you learn.

how busy can you really be?

people can turn any old shit into an omen.

all i really want to do is sit in a room with someone and let the world end.

can't you think of something nice to say?

the world has a way of erasing its own history.

i find you very hot, and i'd happily take you for breakfast.

you're different to how you used to be.

am i supposed to call you 'doctor'?

i don't think i'm as hopeful as you.

it's only weird if it feels weird to you.

your one job as a parent is to give your kid a childhood they won't have to recover from.

you'd be astonished how quickly you forget how to talk to people.

you're always hearing me talk and then slinging your own translation over the top.

i don't know you. you're just some person in my house.

i don't like or dislike anyone.

you're not very nice, are you?

courage? i don't have any of that.

you do not, by any chance, happen to smoke, do you?

i don't think it's possible to hate someone that you don't, fundamentally, love.

each time, you happen to me all over again.

i feel like i've known you for years.

i hate being touched when i'm not expecting it.

i can feel my heart in my knees.

i could be good with just this. i could be happy here.

sometimes i think hope is a far less satisfying feeling than despair.

you have no idea how hard i tried.

there's no way i can go, and i still have to.

progress can be painful, but the pain is our responsibility.

we love people before we notice we love them.

i think that i've probably been unfair to you.

loving someone is easier in theory.

i assume this is what people mean when they talk about dating someone.

is this a 'move'?

i'm giving you a date. i'm giving you the moves i'd pull on a date.

no one cares about what makes you guilty.

i don't want to be responsible for any of this.

i think this is my fault. i think i was meant to sort this out.

i have you.

[mcmorare]

the hollow places, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from the hollow places: a novel by t. kingfisher.

it makes a good icebreaker at parties, anyway.

we all do a lot that needs forgiving.

it just never occurred to me that i could leave.

i love my mother, but i cannot live with her.

you were always as tough as an old boot.

if you’d like to stay here a bit, i thought i’d offer.

i never liked androids, anyway.

good morning. i brought donuts.

do i need to kill them?

you haven’t been around in a while.

i never expected to live this long. now i’m just happy to be here.

you’re such a blessing to me.

my teeth always lock like that when i smile.

you might want to take a look at this.

don’t look at me, i just live here.

who am i to talk about what’s weird?

home improvement is not my skillset.

if we’re both hallucinating, then we might as well keep going.

i’m being very calm about this. i want you to notice this.

i’m just a hallucination, remember?

let’s discuss this like people who don’t die in the first five minutes of a horror movie.

we’re not in a horror movie. one of us would have to be spunky and virginal.

they say nobody’s ever won a fight with you.

no matter where you go, the jesuits got there first.

you probably saved my life.

i don’t think i can see ghosts.

i’m not leaving this room without you.

are you about to tell me something i don’t like?

but if we were both high we’d see different things, right?

nobody is from here. everyone comes through here.

you haven’t given a shit about my interests for years.

i don’t know how to describe it.

i don’t want to think too loud.

i don’t expect to get home, anymore.

[mcmorare]

the melancholy of untold history.

dialogue prompts from the melancholy of untold history: a novel by minsoo kang.

i had a mean thought. never mind.

why are you with that guy?

oh, shut up and kiss me.

myths are the agents of stability; fictions, the agents of change.

may you pay dearly for your lack of generosity.

how does this story end?

all unfinished stories make me sad.

i think you're capable of anything.

it's so kind of you to be here with me.

i am so grateful you are in my life.

i was so intimidated by you.

you will be a great _____. i have no doubt in my mind about that.

i didn't think i was capable of loving anyone.

i'm sorry. am i prying too much?

didn't it get lonely?

you were nothing like i expected.

you have your own charisma, you know.

you seem down. are you okay?

can you tell me about it?

i'm not going to leave you. i'm going to stay with you. i'm not going to fade away from you.

what a dirty anus of a place.

the effectiveness of a story does not make it true or good.

are you religious or spiritual, in any way?

i don't think much about what's beyond this world.

i still can't forget how real it felt at the time.

there's nothing pitiful about you.

i am terrified by what i could feel for you.

how well you act the indignant innocent.

i moved them around like pieces on a game board until they destroyed each other.

i was never under any illusion about what i was.

i don't care what happens to me now.

innocent? i never claimed to be that.

i'm not sure i deserve to find peace.

no matter how hard it is, i will go on. do you believe me?

i hope we can still talk. still be friends.

can i tell you a story? it's kind of a long one, so i understand if you don't have time.

where would i go, other than home?

loyalty is more complex than people realize. even a virtuous person may commit evil by being loyal to a wicked person.

i want a real ending. it's too good to not have a proper ending.

how could i not be there for you after everything you've done for me?

you deserve to be happy. you know that, right?

can i call you tomorrow?

am i imagining you, or are you imagining me?

i wish our stories were different. i wish we could use our imaginations to change our fates.

it was all a dream? are you kidding me? what a tiresome cliché.

is there a real difference between a life actually lived and a life lived in a dream?

this time, we can do things differently.

[mcmorare]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[mcmorare]

migrations, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from migrations by charlotte mcconaghy.

if i were capable of staying in any place, it might be here.

everything feels smaller with the mountains watching.

it makes me cold just looking at you.

don’t call me ‘love’.

do you need help getting somewhere?

i’m not good at being indoors.

i was just taking a dip to sober up.

at least it’ll make a good story.

nobody ever seems to do what i want them to.

i never had any power over you.

you can convince anyone of anything.

i tried for you. i really did.

life’s no fun without a challenge.

i shouldn’t laugh, it’s not funny.

i can’t tell what color your eyes are, in the light.

not coping too well, princess?

don’t say ‘good luck’, moron.

what makes a young thing like you so tired of life?

it’s not life i’m tired of, it’s myself.

to be fair, i left first. more times than i can count.

i didn’t say you could touch me.

you sure i can’t make you up a bed?

it might be good to have a break from all that thinking.

only a great fool does not fear the sea.

how do you even know where i live?

i never even told you my name.

this is boring. let’s not talk politics.

it’s not right to be excited by danger, but i am.

i thought you’d be the end of loneliness.

i thought you couldn’t care less what i thought.

it’s just a bad day. there’ll be worse, and plenty of good.

your parents teach you how to tell stories?

the truth is a wound i can’t speak.

i dreamed of you before we met.

there aren’t words for what i am.

it’s not fake. it’s just not mine.

how old do i look, exactly?

why are you talking to me?

you can’t be a father if you’re not there.

why are you crying?

what would possess someone to choose such a lonely life?

don’t hang up.

the other side of passion is melancholy.

why would i choose someone who never chose me?

i hate everyone but you.

you might be just as mad as i am.

[mcmorare]

was dancing in the kitchen and headbanged so hard to a song i made myself nauseous and had to lay on the floor in the middle of making cookies good afternoon everyone

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random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 22

this isn’t who you are.

it’s hard to recognize hope, even when it’s right in front of us.

sounds like a terrible idea. i’m in. 

you, like, awakened something in me.

that girl’s like hanging out with a funeral.

places are easy to leave. it’s the people that are hard to leave behind.

i won’t prove them right. i won’t be the monster they think i am.

it feels like you’re kind of out of sync in your life.

it’s mushy, i don’t like it.

does anyone think about me as much as i think about them?

i know i feel too much. but isn’t that good, too? because i would do anything for the people that i love.

told you i’d survive.

love is a lot of things. safe isn’t one of them.

indifference is the best revenge.

sometimes i come here to cry.

maybe next time you just need to kiss someone who wants to kiss you back.

what if all your dreams come true and it’s still not enough?

god, i love the smell of air conditioning.

i wish i was like you. i wish i could just be a stone cold bitch and not care.

i matter. i should matter to you.

i didn’t make you anything that wasn’t in there already.

don’t you see? this is life or death.

you make my life worse. you make me worse. you’re the thing that i do when i want to hate myself.

all you do is lie to me.

this is why you broke up with me. i’m a crazy person.

once someone leaves, that’s it. that’s who they are.

not many people wanna be my friend right now. i’m not very popular.

i don’t know who i am without you. you changed my life, my life became about you.

i’m strong. i’ve had to get really strong.

kinda nice to know there’s a little bit of crazy going on around here that doesn’t involve us.

that’s what us lesbians do. we just stare at each other and nothing ever happens and we think about it forever.

i do not trust happiness. 

you know, i’ve been pretty independent my whole life.

you’re not the one i need to hear ‘sorry’ from.

it’s okay to fall apart a little.

your feelings can be a lot sometimes.

you are giving me panic attacks. what are you still doing here?

i could use a break from keeping you alive.

we are some shitty best friends.

you turn the page, and you don’t look back. you do better today than you did yesterday.

do you think we’ll ever be able to trust each other again?

i was the original leaver. i just came back.

he makes you feel bad about yourself, why would you spend any time with him?

the only person who doesn’t know how beautiful you are is you.

you know how i can come across as a weird asshole sometimes?

you’ve become more questions than answers for me.

you are the calmest thing i know.

why don’t you want happiness?

i’m your only friend.

you know, it just feels like we should be fucking.

also, you look really hot, by the way. 

you just seem so unapologetically you. like, in every way. where does that come from?

when i’m with you, i don’t feel sick to my stomach.

how do you do that? say out loud what i’m thinking? 

don’t ruin your life by being passive aggressive.

it’s like you’re lost.

you can’t rewrite the past.

i’m not happy here. and i don’t think you are, either.

now that i’ve met you, now that i know what it feels like to be in love with you, i cannot see spending the rest of my life with anyone else.

what do you do except follow me around?

you’re just drunk and you’re trying to hurt my feelings.

i always felt like nothing.

who needs food when you have love, right?

do you have any idea what it feels like to be in pain all day?

you’re clinging to me to make yourself feel better.

because of you, i finally know what it’s like to really want something, but it can’t just be you.

if we don’t break up now, i will continue to make you my whole world.

you better make us breaking up worth it. if you’re not gonna fight for us, at least fight for you.

if it weren’t for you, i’d still be locked in a life that wasn’t mine.

maybe we’ll be ready for each other in 10 years. 

next time you see me, it won’t be as friends.

you were hurting, and you lashed out, because that’s what you do.

i was so angry at you for leaving. i don’t want to feel like that anymore.

you want your revenge? or you want your people to live?

look at you. fighting is all you know.

i promise, i won’t slow you down. i’ll just keep you company.

you haven’t been happy about anything in a long time.

doing the right thing can kiss my ass.

nothing like a little pain to remind you you’re alive.

i didn’t bail on you. i came back.

i do hard things so you don’t have to. i know i’m a monster.

you turned me into the worst possible version of myself. 

the next time i see you, i’ll kill you. and that’s a promise.

i know you think you don’t deserve this, but you’re wrong.

i want you to get everything that you want.

i think i love you too. i tried to fight it. because, hello.

i thought about dying. like a lot. like, “okay, at least there’s that option.”

you overstep until people suffocate.

you are only ever going to hurt me.

you know who i am. i’m you. remember?

danger is supposed to come with warning signs.

i don’t like you nervous. it’s unsettling.

look, it’s you. it’s always gonna be you. and i know you love me too.

i know you better than anyone. you want all this, not me.

so that’s what we do now, we just run away when things get scary. 

i don’t wanna run anymore. i just wanna be okay.

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"I guess." Purpose is something she has yet to find, going through the motions and down a road that seems to lead nowhere. But she tries not to think about that. Expression doesn't shift, still confused, still unsure, eyeing it like she's trying to figure out a puzzle. She doesn't quite know what to make of it, the strange speech patterns, different clothing, that air of old wisdom that so many of the masters seem to have (that sometimes leans closer to pretensiousness). The biggest question she has, really, is why exactly it's talking to her.

There's almost a slight frown at the last comment. "...Similar to what?" She's still not exactly sure what it is it actually does. "I don't think I want my job to be... remembering."

❝ ah, ❞ she has no idea who i am at all. realization just barely shows on its face in a mischievous glint of dark eyes, little muzzle twitching curiously as it looks up at mace's stony-faced padawan. ❝ weird, it seems? to you, maybe, ❞ it says simply, gaze drifting towards something unseen past the girl's head. its real job of course was dedicating its life and skills to those in need across every inch of this galaxy — both literally and metaphorically, cobalt and white f.e.a.s.t. uniform sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the soft tans and brown of its fellow jedi.

❝ we all need a purpose, padawan, yes? ❞ chin lifts, little fangs barely visible in the idea of a smile, ❝ found mine, i have, that's all. ❞ its head tilts a degree, studying brändle closely. ❝ i think yours will be similar, one day. ❞

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secret identity.

dialogue prompts from secret identity: a novel by alex segura.

the darkness can only shield you from so much.

why? why are you doing this?

how's our fearless leader today?

you're good. maybe the best.

you're so different from anyone i've ever met.

you've gotta learn how to have some fun.

life's too short to be so damn serious.

are you ever gonna tell me what the deal is, or will i have to keep guessing?

i know about you.

do you feel bad for me or something?

why are you so difficult?

what's bouncing around in that pretty skull of yours?

did i overstep? sorry. i have no filter sometimes.

second chances are still allowed, right?

does everyone know where i live?

i don't mean to disrupt your life.

can we really talk? not just dance around each other?

i have no idea what it's like to be by myself. to do what i want.

i'm not the person i was the last time we spoke.

i was handling it. i didn't need your help.

what are you gonna do with me?

sometimes, the hard way is the only way.

aren't you scared they'll call the cops?

things happen at their own pace.

the paper called me a menace.

there's no safe haven for the likes of me.

i can be patient, but i can't be passive.

you showed up at the right time.

i won't bullshit you. but i don't have to tell you my secrets, either.

i'm not sure what you're asking me.

i regret moving out here at least once a day.

where do you live? i'll get you home.

i can never get a straight answer out of you.

i want to be loved because of who i am, not in spite of it.

i thought you'd never ask.

i'm tired of feeling hopeless. that's not who i am.

just pretend it never happened.

there's always more to people than what we know.

don't look so worried, okay?

i want to help. that's why i'm here.

i need a sign i'll be okay.

you stirred up some serious shit, huh?

i'll stick to my word, but you have to give me yours.

don't leave town. don't do anything stupid.

there's something funny going on here, and i don't like it.

we're in quite the pickle, my dear.

names are just words on paper.

i know somewhere nice you can take me.

two things can exist at the same time. two feelings can share the same space.

finally realize you need a friend?

you seem so nervous. is everything okay?

and here i thought you just wanted to spend some time with me. silly me.

looking back, i guess it was one big long con. just a grift.

i'm terrible at playing hard to get.

call me again, okay? don't play head games.

____ isn't worth it, you know.

you really want to know? track down the money. follow it.

your secret's safe with me.

glad to know that heart of yours can work, when shocked into action.

can you cut the voice? it's creeping me out.

are you sure you want to stick your nose into this?

i'm a reporter. i dig things up.

you had us going there, for a minute.

i'm not ready. i'm sorry.

here's my home number. not many people have it.

you're nosy and you have a weird sense of justice.

if my gut is right, you're gonna do something stupid again. soon, even.

best get your story straight.

don't let them keep you in the shadows anymore.

thank you for your friendship. don't forget me.

we have to carry on, you know?

you never were a team player.

you're not as dumb as you pretend to be.

what do they have on you?

you should watch how you toss accusations around.

i can't see my own hand in front of me.

you look worse than usual.

i don't take shit from anyone. not anymore.

i won't let you hurt ____ anymore.

no good hero goes into battle without backup.

that's how these things go: you get close to a light, and then it flickers and fades.

you're thinking too hard.

it's nice to see you happy.

the mission isn't over. it's just begun.

i love to cook, but i'm not particularly good at it.

it's okay. you can ask me whatever you want. i'm all yours.

we can't just bury things. they crawl back. they reach up and poke at you.

we have to make peace with what we did, and what others did to us.

i've been waiting for someone --- anyone --- to figure it out.