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Remade @ pathowing

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&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  platonic  ships  are  just  as  important  as  romantic  ones!  so  here’s  some  sentence  starters  for  all  your  friendship  needs!  )

❛ remind me why we’re friends again? ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜

❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜

❛ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❜

❛ please don’t ever become a stranger. ❜

❛ i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you. ❜

❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜

❛ i can always count on you. ❜

❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜

❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜

❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜

❛ do you think we’ll ever stop being friends? ❜

❛ i found this cool rock that made me think of you. ❜

❛ you can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids. ❜

❛ here’s a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window. ❜

❛ that sounds dangerous. i’m in! ❜

❛ we’re still friends, right? ❜

❛ i don’t have a date, so do you wanna be my plus one? ❜

❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜

❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜

❛ you’re the best, you know that? ❜

❛ i’m not hitting you, it’s called platonic bdsm. ❜

❛ you’re more family to me than my own family is. ❜

❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜

❛ i feel like i can be myself around you. ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ you are literally too stupid to insult. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ who needs them. we can have fun on our own. ❜

❛ you deserve every good thing that comes your way. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜

❛ you’re like, the strongest person i know. ❜

❛ friends don’t lie. ❜

❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜

❛ you can come over any time. it’s not a problem. ❜

❛ i’m glad to have met you. ❜

❛ you remember the day we became friends? ❜

❛ i know, i know. i’m the best. ❜

❛ no one hurts you and gets away with it. ❜

❛ because you love me! duh! ❜

❛ why do you keep me around? ❜

❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜

❛ what would you do without me, huh? ❜

❛ thanks. i really needed this. ❜

❛ what are best friends for? ❜

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  I  BECAME  A  VAMPIRE  TO  SUCK  BLOOD    &    TO  FUCK  FOREVER.    ©

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Send 💕 to surprise hug my muse

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Joker’s hand and splotches of his sleeve may be covered in blood, but his skin remains unmarred and otherwise immaculate. It isn’t his. Sodium vapor lamps bask him in an ichorous glow. Scrunching his nose fails to quell the acrid scent lifting from his arm, from the alley now splattered in brains and bloated trash bags. Few will notice a change in this city’s oppressive filth. Those wings might be in a farce, but her age probably isn’t. She’s a kid. 

Self-defense has taken a toll on his breathing. Ash-walled lungs make him dry-heave and wheeze. Joker maintains his footing, though. He attempts to prowl a semicircle with what limited space he has. 

Mountain ranges formed by waste block his view of the street. In all likelihood, they’ve become condominiums for the homeless…and Jersey’s state bird. Hundreds of their red, glittering eyes peek from within those black mounds. Joker backs another soundless step, angling his head so light rolls off his statuesque cheek. Baring his teeth spells that Joker’s second smile might just bite should she stray any closer. A vermilion spark spits smoke into the air once his teeth trap the cigarette between them. It muffles his cloying retort, “Do I look like a charity, Miss?” 

She has no way to defend herself. She could die out here. What could she do? This was the exact thing that her father had warned her about. She couldn’t help the world , and yet , she has to try. Someone like her doesn’t belong out here , even with the powers she possessed , she was just a little girl compared to the monsters that prowled the streets. Words echo in her head ‘ not everyone could be helped ‘ 

Each small step she takes makes her own body ache. To not be able to help , it hurt as much as the pain that was currently possessing the person. She was walking into danger. Hands raise in defense , she’s shaking so much. 

“   N-No!  No , not at all. I mean -- I just , is there anything that I can do to help you?   “ she asks again , she pries , and she will , because she’s stubborn in that way.  “  I’m sorry for being like this but I can’t just walk away from you right now!  “ 

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   “   a-are you really sure that this is okay?   “ she asks , more to herself than to him. Or maybe she was asking both. She’d been out plenty of times before , but with someone else leading the way , there was a hint of fear in her voice. It was dark enough no one could see her , but she holds a jacket over herself to avoid anyone seeing her wings. It was still early yet , they had time. There’s excitement and anxiety and everything in between floating through her body. How she wishes she could run and never look back. But at the same time , there’s so much guilt. 

      Her tone shifts as they begin to walk , “   where are we going to go first ?  “ 

@theseancekid​

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    the world moved on without her , that was how it always was. But it seemed like she was always the one that was here. Just watching and waiting. The first time she had experienced any sort of friendship and it was like it was all in her head. And he just . . . disappeared without a trace. It’s in her nature to worry , she would pray every night to that God that she wasn’t sure even existed anymore. Was she going crazy? Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. She loses track of the days , over and over again , she’s left here alone. Just like before. Hands make due being busy with trivial things , over and over and over again. 

The winter turned to spring and then it was suddenly almost the summer. And all she could do is worry. She had still continued to go out , in hopes to find him again , was this just Gods cruel way of joking with her? 

It’s on no night in particular , she works on keeping busy , hands are content with making progress on a piece of crochet that is soon to be a blanket. So many of them she’d done. They had begun to get boring. And yes , she must be getting tired because she sees someone off in the distance from the steps of the cathedral. Dropping everything with clatter , she stands. There’s no shoes on her feet , there’s no indication of anything that she’s supposed to defend herself with. But this has to be him. 

It just . . . it just has to be. 

She’s crying , her hands casting a glow , ready to aid in help if he was hurt , and soon , arms are around him.

@tempportal​

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❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. ❞

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          there’s a skeptical look on her face , and it turns to more obvious concern. She’d been sitting on the steps of the cathedral ( how far she was allowed to go after the last time she got scolded for going out. ) She made an oath under God , so her father knew she wouldn’t disobey his word this time. But when there’s a hint of someone being in trouble , in distress rather , Millie cannot just sit there. She ponders for a moment , standing there , watching , hands are tightly folded together. ( she promised she would be good. ) 

        “   h-hello?  “ she calls out finally when she’s off that step , she is unsure of the situation , but she can always run if need be.  “  are you . . . are you okay?   “ 

@terrcrized​ 

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      her journey had taken her a long way. This was much different than her home but , yet all of them were all the same. It was a weird change of scenery , to be the one that walked through the doors of a church that was not her own. Slow , very slow steps are taken and Millie feels immense guilt upon entering through those large doors. Guilt that feels like she’s turning her back on her own church , she would never go back there. But she stands by that enormous cross , kneeling on one of the pews , her wings in sight , because she’s safe here ( no matter if this wasn’t her own.  ) 

@exsanguinatedserenity​

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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             ❛ Nothing more dangerous than a guy who knows he’s already dead.❜

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              she had passed this house numerous times at her nights out , she’d gotten to know one of the residents that resided there. What she wasn’t expecting tonight while she was on her walk , was to see someone else who lived here as well.  Millie is patient when she mingles by the entrance ,  the way she stay illuminated in the moonlight , her wings making her stand out even more. ( funny , she thought she was able to hold communication with someone by now.  But talking to a few people didn’t really make a change in this situation now did it?   ) 

Her voice is quiet because she’s unsure on how to ask such an obvious question.  When they turn their attention to where she’s standing , she asks. 

       “    do you . . .  live here too ? ?  “

@sanguiisuge​​

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ABILITIES  &  SUPER-POWERED  THEMED  PROMPTS 

the gifted

❝  i don’t know how much longer i can keep this up.  ❞

❝  just wait—  i can do this.  ❞

❝  it has to be me.  no one else can do this.  ❞

❝  i dunno why i can do these things.  i figure i might as well do something with them that matters.  ❞

❝  i must have these abilities for a reason right?  ❞

❝  i don’t believe in that destiny bullshit.  but i do know i shouldn’t waste what i’ve been given.  ❞

❝  why does everyone expect me to be a hero just because i have some powers i didn’t ask for?  ❞

❝  they’re mine.  i get to decide what to do with them.  ❞

❝  i’m still a person!  they all look at me like i’m some intangible being who will save them.  i’m just one person.  ❞

❝  i can’t do this on my own.  i need help.  ❞

❝  i’m okay—  it just tires me out sometimes.  ❞

❝  get back!  i could hurt you.  ❞

❝  i could’ve killed you!  ❞

❝  i’m sorry…i didn’t mean for any of this to happen. ❞

❝  i was only trying to help.  ❞

❝  i tried to stay out of it but…you don’t understand what it’s like to have the ability to make things different.  it’s impossible to sit back and do nothing.  ❞

❝  i did nothing before and people died.  ❞

❝  last time i tried to help i just made shit worse.  ❞

❝  i thought this was a gift but all i do is hurt people.  ❞

❝  i can help—  let me help.  ❞

❝  i don’t want this anymore.  i just wanna be normal.  ❞

❝  everyone always wants something from me.  ❞

❝  everyone wants things from me and i don’t mind—  i want to help.  but i’m just so tired.  ❞

❝  i know what i can do is special.  i just wish people would see more than what i can do for them. i wish they would see me. ❞

❝  this is really cool,  watch this!  ❞

❝  please don’t freak out.  ❞

❝  please say something if you keep staring at me like i grew a second head i’m gonna throw up.  ❞

❝  i don’t know what or who i am without this.  ❞

❝  if i didn’t have my gifts,  no one would care about me.  ❞

❝  i’m not a hero.  i can just do things and sometimes i wish i couldn’t.  ❞

❝  i know to other people it’s like,  comic book type shit.  to me it’s just normal.  it’s like being able to smell and hear.  it’s just part of me and i just want other people to see it like that too.  ❞

the observer

❝  you have to stop,  you’re killing yourself!  ❞

❝  that’s enough.  ❞

❝  you’re only making things worse.  ❞

❝  you need to rest.  you’ve done more than enough.  ❞

❝  we can take it from here.  ❞

❝  you did good.  now you need to recuperate.   ❞

❝  i hate to ask…but we could really use your help.  ❞

❝  i don’t need your help.  i don’t want it—  not from someone like you.  ❞

❝  you almost got yourself killed.  ❞

❝  you were out of control.  you almost killed me.  ❞

❝  no one else can do what you do.  we need you.  i need you.  ❞

❝  you’re not the only one here with power.  it doesn’t always have to be you.  ❞

❝  it’s okay,  you don’t have to do this alone.  ❞

❝  no,  sit back down.  you need to rest.  ❞

❝  you pushed yourself too hard.  you passed out,  i thought you were dead.  ❞

❝  holy shit— that was amazing?!  ❞

❝  it must be an awful burden to bear such gifts.  ❞

❝  just because you can,  doesn’t mean it should have to be you.  ❞

❝  look—  i get it.  it’s a lot of responsibility and everyone always wants something from you.  but you have these gifts.  and we don’t.  and it’s real shitty to hear you complaining about it while the rest of us are powerless every time someone we love gets hurt.  ❞

❝  i’m not here to ask you for anything.  i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.  ❞

❝  you’re always trying to save everyone.  who takes care of you?  ❞

❝  i’m taking care of you because no one else does.  ❞

❝  you have to slow down and take care of yourself too.  if you run yourself into the ground then you’re not gonna be helping anyone.  ❞

❝  don’t be a fucking martyr.  the world can function without you for a day.  ❞

❝  stop showing off.  ❞

❝  that was really stupid of you.  but thanks for helping.  ❞

❝  i care about you.  not your abilities.  ❞

scenarios

[ ONE ]  for sender’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed,  causing receiver to show concern. 

[ TWO ]  for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed,  causing sender to show concern. 

[ THREE ]  for sender’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes,  causing receiver to show concern. 

[ FOUR ]  for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes,  causing sender to show concern. 

[ FIVE ]  for sender to have overexerted their abilities,  causing them to pass out in front of receiver. 

[ SIX ]  for receiver to have overexerted their abilities,  causing them to pass out in front of sender. 

[ SEVEN ]  for sender to have passed out from overusing their abilities and receiver stays at their side until they wake. 

[ EIGHT ]  for receiver to have passed out from overusing their abilities and wakes up to sender at their side. 

[ NINE ]  for sender to collapse in receiver’s arms after using their abilities. 

[ TEN ]  for receiver to collapse in sender’s arms after using their abilities. 

[ ELEVEN ]  for sender to have a super powered meltdown which receiver talks them down from. 

[ TWELVE ]  for receiver to have a super powered meltdown which sender pulls them out of by caressing their face/taking their hands/etc.  (feel free to add dialogue) 

[ THIRTEEN ]  for sender to reveal their abilities to receiver by protecting them. 

[ FOURTEEN ]  for receiver to reveal their abilities to sender by protecting them.  

[ FIFTEEN ]  for sender to carry a fatigued receiver away after a battle.

[ SIXTEEN ]  for receiver to carry a fatigued sender away after a battle. 

[ SEVENTEEN ]  for sender to carry receiver away after saving them. 

[ EIGHTEEN ]  for receiver to carry sender away after saving them. 

[ NINETEEN ]  for two muses with abilities to explore what they can do together. 

[ TWENTY ]  for sender to accidentally hurt receiver while using their abilities. 

[ TWENTY-ONE ]  for receiver to accidentally hurt sender while using their abilities. 

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“ Ouch. ”   Tony  muttered  from  behind  the  broken  HUD  now  he  was  slumped  on  the  floor.  They’d  all  told  him  it  was  too  soon  to  go  out  in  the  suit,  yet  he’d  done  it  anyway.  Maybe  they’d  been  right,  but  he  wasn’t  willing  to  admit  to  it.  Instead  he’d  figured  he’d  go  out  in  the  middle  of  the  night  and  practice.  Now  here  he  was  a  bloody  messy  with his  suit  scattered.

He  only  hears  the  younger  voice  then  and  lifts  his  head  to  meet  the  girls  gaze.   “ I’m  okay- ”   His  back  screamed  at  him,  his  arm  even  more  so  but  he  wasn’t  willing  to  admit  to  it  -  even  if  she  had  no  idea  who  he  was.  Tearing  off  some  of  the  armor  he  tried  to  pull  himself  to  stand  using  his  one  arm  and  slipped  back.   “ Can  you  give  me  a  hand? ”  He  reached  out  with  the  still  suited  arm  and  used  the  other  to  pull  himself  up  some  of  the  way. 

she doesn’t understand where all the machinery came from. Was this man made of this metal? It sure looked like he was , but he was also human? Her mind is spinning with such naïve questions but it takes her a second to get back to what was important when she hears that ‘ ouch ‘ coming from the stranger. She was so small compared to his frame but she stands , and she holds out her hand.  “   My home is a little ways but if you can walk a few steps I can help you there.  “ 

As soon as the touch is made , she can feel all of the pain transfer to her , and it makes her wince , she wonders what happened to him , but at least now , some of it that he was feeling was now on her. Wings get crushed by his heavy metal arm when she throws it over her shoulder to help him walk.  

“   j-just hold on okay?   “ 

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When the nearest buzzing streetlamp bathes his left hand in an eerie golden glow, it’s gut-wet: sluiced in crimson that splashes up the sleeve of his one and only suit. A modest pile of twenty-something’s should lie strewn amongst the heaps of rotting trash. Rats large enough to ride have already sunk their teeth into a rogue clown’s finger. 

Joker keeps his back to the carnage, yet sidesteps to burgeon what distance already parted them — two cement pavers. Should she get curious, black and white face paint might make her think she’s looking at skeletons buried in the trash as opposed to former Joker rioters. It reeks. Joker can hardly grip the cigarette between his fore and middle fingers. Three stubborn flicks light up the spark wheel. Taking a drag helps him continue to ignore those aberrant wings that certainly only live in his scrambled skull. Sirens have yet to scream. Werewolf shows his crooked teeth and leans each way to search for sirens that won’t arrest him. 

“With…” he ducks for a silent, breathy laugh that he rolls his shoulders into. Clearing his throat barely regains his composure. “—what gun, Miss?” As best he can, Werewolf takes stock of her without those ridiculous folds extending behind her. “This isn’t some comic convention — one of ‘em had a semi-automatic.” Joker just had the faster trigger finger.

she knows she’s stepping into danger. As far as she was concerned , every time she stepped foot out of that cathedral she calls home , she was in danger. Yes, she’s afraid , she’s so afraid but she is not going to let this man ( who is the main priority , needs the help more than her ) suffer if she could do anything about it. 

Millie was naïve , and she steps into things that she cannot handle herself ;; so much faith she has in this world that she’s not experience in at all. Hands raise in an attempt to show she means no harm and she takes a step closer. If she can rest her hands upon his face ;; his skull , somewhere to alleviate the pain , take it from him , then she would be able to accomplish her mission she knows she was put on this earth to do ;; help people. “  I-I’m not.. . . “ there’s confusion in her voice, but she does not argue or go against those words. 

“   please I-I can help you ! You’re in so much pain , I can feel it!   “ 

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millie seeing a dog in person for the first time  ‘; u ;