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Tobias;;

Los ojos de Cuatro analizaron los resultados más de una vez a través de la pantalla. Tal vez para darle tiempo al muchacho para recuperarse y volver a la realidad, conocía ese tipo de pruebas. Eran, incluso, causa de trastornos psicológicos. Entrecerró los ojos y volvió a mirarlo cuando oyó su voz. —Terminaste, claro — respondió decidido, pero volvió  a curvar sus labios — Significa que tienes que tener cuidado, tus resultados son muy llamativos para los líderes.

Frank dio un profundo respiro para calmarse, ya habia terminado. Ahora solo tenían que decirle su facción y ya habrá pasado al menos una parte de todo esto. “¿Cuidado?” Una de sus cejas se encarno al escuchar esa palabra. Él simplemente quería que le dijeran donde diablos pertenecía para poder terminar con todo esto, porque el no tenia idea. A veces creía estar seguro, otras no tanto. “No entendió cual es el problema.”

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The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares.                                                                                           they’re memories.

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“Who ARE you anymore?” [ unclxaned ]

“Sigo siendo el mismo.” Replico enseguida, más que nada tratando de convencerse a si mismo. Tratando de mentirse a si mismo porque sabia que ya no era quien solía ser... desde hace mucho, no lo es. “--Solo necesito tiempo.” Tiempo para encontrar la forma de parar las pesadillas y todo el desastre en el que se habia convertido.

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“What’re you here for?” [ itallburns ]

La muchacha de ojos claro frunció el entrecejo, observando a la persona frente a ella. “¿A qué te refieres?” Pregunto más que confundida por la pregunta ajena. “Tú me enviaste un mensaje.--¿Tú lo hiciste? ¿no?”

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SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.

gallagherswrites:

“I saw your browser history.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“We’ve already tried this.”

“You don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“Beyonce isn’t that great.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?”

“You have five seconds…”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you that?”

“Is this where you live?”

“… Why are your hands down your pants?”

“Is that a lobster?”

“You’re late on child support.”

“You never go ass to mouth.”

“One ring to rule them all…”

“He doesn’t even go here!”

“Did you just take that?”

“Is that a unicorn?”

“You’re a muggle.”

“It’s your turn to do the dishes.”

“Were you going through my computer?!”

“Are you pregnant?”

“You need to be honest with yourself, no one likes Nickelback.”

“Shut up.”

“I know you’re having an affair.”

“They’re dead.”

“Voldemort isn’t dead.”

“Let me see your phone.”

“I can’t believe it’s over.”

“How high are you right now?”

“I was with someone.”

“It’s not necessary to replace you, you’re not missed.”

“Why do you think we never worked out?”

“What went wrong?”

“You’re the most ridiculous person I know.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m having an affair.”

“Too little too late.”

“Snoop Dog just came into the diner.”

“You said we could get a puppy.”

“I need to move out.”

“You ordered a moon bounce?”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Meeting your mother changed my life.”

“Janitor’s closet NOW.”

“Is that for sale?”

“Do you want to get a drink sometime?”

“Your resilience is comparable to that of a cockroach.”

“He has a knife!”

“I was on an episode of Cops once.”

“Are you a hoarder?”

“We’re alone out here, you know?”

“I killed her.”

“I need to go.”

“Why did you invite me to your wedding?”

“You always do this!”

“You’re the master of excuses.”

“Did you hire a stripper?”

“I just got out of jail.”

“It was you all along?”

“I know you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Were you ever happy?”

“You’ve been in that same exact spot since 9 this morning.”

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“This is it.”

“I can’t believe it’s you.”

“We’re getting evicted.”

“I know who you are.”

“I wrote you a letter… Every single day.”

“They’re going to kill me.”

“You had sex with a serial killer.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I didn’t love you anyways.”

“That was the worst day ever.”

“That was the best day ever.”

“Is this your first date?”

“I’ve never been kissed before.”

“You’re famous!”

“I can’t see you anymore.”

“What’re you here for?”

“It’s always been you.”

“If this were a movie…”

“Are you high?”

“Stick a sock in it.”

“You’re better off without me.’

“I’m better off without you.”

“You’re like a freaking Taylor Swift song.”

“What do you want?”

“Fuck it.”

“That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”

“Who ARE you anymore?”

“Can I get a refill?”

“Well you don’t see that everyday.”

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Adara;;

       "Solo abrázame y cállate.” Susurró contra su oído mientras lanzaba una pequeña carcajada. “No, pero te demoraste una eternidad en el baño.” Acusó, ni siquiera sabiendo si allí había ido. “Un chico me está molestando así que pretende que eres mi amiga, novia o algo, ¿quieres?” Aún no la soltaba, y no lo haría hasta que la castaña accediera.

“Lo qué usted diga” murmuro envolviendo sus brazos alrededor del cuerpo de su acompañante. “No estaba --No importa.” Corregirla sobre su paradero no era relevante en ese momento. La ojiazul dio un pequeño asentimiento con su cabeza indicando que habia comprendido y haría lo que le pedía. “Bueno, mi amor, ¿puedo golpear al tipo?” Pregunto en un susurro antes de separarse un poco de la morena. 

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plot bunnies based off songs by the neighbourhood

how: muse a has lived in a conservative town their entire life. their father was a pastor of the town church. however, muse a has just turned 18 and decided they’re done trying to live by their families rules. so, the week after their eighteenth birthday, muse a decides to move off to new york city. they’re sitting in a nearby cafe one morning when they see a brawl going on outside. enter, muse b. muse a stops the fight and is instantly attracted to muse b. after a swapping of numbers, the two hit it off instantly. muse b shows muse a the wilder side of life. things aren’t as great as they seem though. there’s ridicule, drugs, sex, fights. it’s the most dysfunctional relationship either has ever been in. it’s dangerous and that’s what makes it great.

afraid: muse a is a rockstar on tour. they’ve got adoring fans, groupies, drugs, whatever they want. but there’s someone they see in the front row of every los angeles show, muse b. tonight, muse a’s band has a show at the roxy and there’s muse b, front row as usual. except after the show is over, muse a goes looking for muse b. they find them and the night unfolds into one of an absolute dream. now they’re afraid that it was just a fling and muse b is just another groupie. plus, with the media constantly hounding on them, how are they ever supposed to be a normal couple?

everybody’s watching me (uh oh): muse a is a famous rockstar/actor and they’re trying to get home one night when they’re bombarded by paparazzi. they’re trying to escape when they hear a voice above them. muse b is hanging out of a two story building, an amused smirk on their face. muse b pulls muse a into safety right as the paparazzi rounds the corner. it’s an abandonded building and muse b has only a few candles lit around the place. the night resolves between the sheets and the next day, muse a kisses muse b outside the building. but one of the paps was still lurking around. now muse b is in the spotlight. where can you go? everybody’s watching you.

sweater weather: muse a and b have fgrown up together in venice beach. they love the street life and that everything is always alive there. one night, they decide to have a bonfire and get a little too drunk and end up in each other’s bed. after that, they decide they work and start a friends with benefits deal. but as the seasons change, so do the feelings. it’s no longer summer and it’s no longer so easy. now one of them must approach the other with the fact that they might be falling for them.

let it go: muse a grew up in thousand oaks, a small town where everyone was loaded with money. muse b just recently moved there after their dad was promoted to a higher office job. they’re the ones that live in a house with only a one car garage, no pool, and two stories. muse b is on scholarship, something frowned upon in thousand oaks high. muse a is someone who doesn’t care about standards. they’re well respected and liked in the school, a popular kid, if you will. muse a is welcoming to muse b from the first day, something that’s a little overwhelming. but eventually, they start to hit it off. but when it all goes to muse b’s head and they start getting too big for their britches, what will come of the two?

alleyways: muse a and muse b have both just started college in a new town where neither of them know anybody. muse a has a lot of money but muse b is struggling and therefore, turns to prostitution. muse b is standing on a corner one evening when muse a pulls up and offers a lot more money than b is expecting. they accept of course and part their ways without so many words. until the next day, when they discover they have advanced physics together. cue a very stunned muse a and b. after talking it out, muse a could easily help muse b, with a little payment themselves. muse a’s father owns a porn company and tells muse b that with only 5 movies, they could pay a whole year of tuition. muse b agrees. what happens when muse a starts getting jealous?

w.d.y.w.f.m.: *trigger warning: abuse* muse a has spent the past year trying to make muse b happy. everything they did, was for their good. and yet, nothing works. muse b just gets angrier and angrier every single day. and yet, muse a stays with them. but it’s starting to get harder to conceal the bruises. especially when people start asking about them. and muse a is starting to blame themselves. they think they might die. but to die at the hand of muse b would be the perfect way to go, in their eyes.

flawless: sex. lots and lots of sex. muse a and muse b are both rockstars in the same band and somehow always end up in each other’s beds, despite their growing choice of others. there’s cigarette smoke constantly surrounding them and they practically live in their tour bus. tattoos and drugs and alcohol. it’s never boring with muse a and muse b. and everything is super angsty and dramaticized and grungey.

female robbery: modern day bonnie and clyde. muse a decided that it’s time they get what they feel they’ve deserved their entire life. muse a has always been a good kid in school; never got in trouble, never was even sent up to the principals office. so when they approach muse b, local badass, about the idea, they laugh in their face. until muse a shows them just how serious they are. so, with their first bank robbery successful, they decide to do some more. they’re consantly on the run from the law but with enough money to do whatever you’d want, there’s lots of fun to be had.

staying up: muse a suffers from insomnia. to deal with this, they sometimes go driving in the middle of the night. one night, they’re driving on a backroad, listening to their favorite record on repeat when a person runs in front of their car, muse b. muse a slams on their breaks and is– honestly– terrified for their life. muse b taps on the window and then muse a recognizes them. the homeless person from downtown. muse a, despite their conscious telling them no, lets muse b into the car. they learn that muse b is a good person and just down on their luck. now every night, muse a goes and picks up muse b and they go for a drive together, occasionally getting some donuts or some coffee. until muse b comes to muse a’s school one afternoon. they’re embarassed and tell them to leave. now they spend all night searching for muse b, wanting to apologize.

float: muse a is absolutely terrified of water. there’s nothing that scares them more. yet, they somehow find themselves at the beach with their giant group of friends. of course, they refuse to go into the water and instead sit on a big beach towel high up on shore. sometime during the day, the lifeguard, muse b, comes over to sit with them on their break. muse a isn’t expecting it but throws themself into the conversation nonetheless, admitting their fear of water. now, muse b is convinced to help muse a get over it. day by day, they venture deeper into the water until muse b decides to be funny and dunk muse a underwater. an act so childish sets muse a off and leaves them ignoring muse b. muse b is fighting for their friendship back, doing whatever they can to try and win them back.

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horror plots based on songs by the beatles

Why Don’t We Do It In the Road “No one will be watching us, why don’t we do it in the road.” Muse A and Muse B decide to take a cross-country road trip, stopping randomly in the desert to camp for the night. They set up their tents, they stargaze. After talking about it, Muse B brings up the idea of them being intimate in the desert, reminding Muse A, nobody’s around. Don’t worry. But skulking down the road is a knife wielding sociopath, out for blood.

Hello Little Girl “You never seem to see me standing there. I often wonder what you’re thinking of. Is it me and love?” Muse A is a beautiful, brilliant student who has, unfortunately for them, caught the attention of Muse B, a transfer student who only recently just started at the university. Not much is known about Muse B other than the fact they’re new and relatively quiet. Muse A takes it upon them-self to show Muse B around, a gesture misconstrued as romantic affection. Muse B begins to obsess, and eventually kidnaps Muse A.

I Saw Her Standing There “When I saw her standing there, well she looked at me, and I, I could see that before too long I’d fall in love with her.” Muse A attends a house party, where Muse B stands but goes unnoticed by Muse A. After everything is said and done, Muse A returns home to find a note on their car, explaining how beautiful they were and how Muse B (though unidentified by the note) cannot wait to hold their hand. Muse A mostly shrugs it off and goes about their life. Muse B watches from a distance, and when the time is right, Muse B begins to slaughter Muse A’s friends. If Muse A has no friends, they’ve nobody to pay attention to except Muse B. 

Girl “She’s the kind of girl you want so much, it makes you sorry. Still, you won’t regret a single day.” Muse A becomes smitten with Muse B. Muse B has a domineering personality, and is easily able to convince Muse A to go on a killing spree with them. Although Muse A knows it’s bad, it all feels worth it to be with Muse B, someone who seemed formerly unattainable to them. Muse A’s family gets concerned by their erratic behavior and they begin to suspect Muse A and Muse B are a very toxic relationship. So, Muse A and Muse B, armed to the teeth, run, on a Fugit/Starkweather type murder spree.

Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite “For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight. On trampolines.” Muse A and Muse B experiment with lysergic acid deithylamide (LSD/acid). They decide to explore the woods with their new-found warped perception of the world. They stumble upon what appears to be a circus tent and decide to go inside. Once inside, they see severed limbs being bounced on trampolines by victims of torture. They try to fun out, when a deranged ringleader by the name of Mr. Kite traps them, forcing them to partake in the macabre circus.

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Lindy;;

“A menos que entiendas sobre computadoras y como desencriptar la información que hay en esta NO creo que puedas ayudarme. Y no perdí la cabeza, es importante lo que estoy haciendo.”

“Mi conocimiento sobre computadoras es bastante básico y desencriptar información, no entra en esa categoría. Vale... ¿y por qué es tan importante? Realmente luces acelerada.”

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Malia;;

       La COYOTE estaba legítimamente nerviosa & con el paso del tiempo su desespero aumentaba, estaba metida en un gran marrón,  debía aprender a ser más PRUDENTE aun cuando ni siquiera entendiera del todo el significado de la palabra o el cómo combinarla en una oración, MALIA TATE necesitaba practica — sus pasos no se detuvieron, pisadas fuertes & largas ayudaron a que la de ojos oscuros se moviera de forma ágil sobre el pasto reseco mientras que pequeñas raíces se RESQUEBRAJABAN debajo de sus botas militares  ❝ me acabas de ver, ¿no confías en lo que vislumbran tus ojos? ❞ preguntó curiosa mientras una sonrisa efímera encontraba cabida sobre los labios de la coyote.

        ❝ Yo soy una coyote, pero si quieres más respuestas tendrás que esperar a que coma, ya que deliberadamente interrumpiste mi caza e hiciste que ese HERMOSO CIERVO escapara ❞ explicó casi como si estuviera hablando de una de las más simples situaciones, claro que para ella era simple, para Malia eso formaba parte de su dia a dia  ❝ en cuando lleguemos al restaurante respondo lo que quieras.. ❞ siguió caminando asumiendo que FRANKIE le estaba siguiendo el paso.

La muchacha se preguntaba si estaba volviéndose loca o habia sufrido de una alucinasion por algo que ha consumido. Claro esa segunda opción tendría sentido si es que de hecho hubiera consumido algún tipo de droga o estuviera borracha. Para la tortura de su pensamiento lógico tampoco habia bebido una gota de alcohol desde hace más o menos una semana. “No confió en lo que no me hace sentido.” Replico caminando con cuidado por sobre hojas caídas y ramas rotas. No caminaba junto a la muchacha más bien por unos paso por detrás para mantener sus pensamientos andando, además de observar los movimientos ajenos que tal vez le revelarían algo más. Tal vez, no estaba del todo segura si funcionaria. Aunque con su experiencia, las personas siempre dejan revelar más en su comportamientos que en las palabras de su boca. “¿Tú confiarías en tus ojos viendo lo que yo?”

“Una coyote, okay. Lamento interrumpir tu caza, pero podemos culpar a mi curiosidad.” Respondió al tiempo en que otra duda se arremolinaba en su mente. Tenia muchas preguntas la verdad. “¿Por qué no comes como las personas... comunes? Quiero decir podrías simplemente ir a una tienda, ¿por qué cazar? --Cazar es algo complicado.” Las palabras salían de sus labios casi al mismo tiempo en que venían a su mente. “Vale.” Soltó un suspiro, si era sinceran sentía que la cabeza le iba a explotar en cualquier momento.

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Ben;;

¨Te daré dos tarjetas de crédito… Las mantienes contigo hasta que te de el dinero.¨

“Mmm...” Se quedo pensando por un instante antes de tomar un decisión final. “¿Y cuando vas volver?” Pregunto para asegurarse.

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Tobias;;

—Nadie desde que tengo memoria, ha logrado hacer eso como tú —largó Cuatro, haciendo un fugaz movimiento con las cejas hasta juntarlas en su frente. Los resultados de ese/a iniciada eran muy llamativos, por no decir que le daban la clave para pensar que estaba frente a un divergente. Pero no podía asegurarse de eso, podía ser su talento. Podía no estar en peligro.

Estaba algo confundo por las palabras ajenas, el corazón le latía con fuerza en el pecho. ¿Había terminado la prueba, no? Porque en algún flash de su mente creyó que se encontraba ante otra prueba pero no, al ver el rostro el chico soltó una bocada de aire. “¿Qué se supone que eso significa? ¿Termine, no?”

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“No podía dormir.” Se excuso sin volver, su mirada se mantenía fija en un punto al azar del otro lado de la ventana. Aún podía sentir su corazón latiendo como loco en su pecho por culpa de una constante pesadilla. No sabia como habia logrado calmarse pero lo habia hecho. Eso era una buena señal ¿no? “¿Por qué estás despierto/a tú?” Pregunto aunque probablemente habia sido culpa de uno de sus gritos.

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Ben;;

“Lo se, lo se. Pero te aseguraría de que te pagare.” 

“¿Cómo puedo confiar de qué vas a volver y vas a pagarme?”

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“Si me dijeras qué diablos intentas hacer tal vez podría ayudarte o podría decirte que perdiste la cabeza. Por como se ven la cosas, sucederá la segunda opción.”

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Malia;;

     ❝ Es que — no tengo demasiada experiencia en esto de la transformación… ❞ aclaró su garganta, ¿podría ella CONFIAR de tal forma en la de ojos azules? es decir, comentarle el cómo el cuándo & el por qué sin conocerle demasiado parecía algo arriesgado ❝ no somos experimentos solo somos — personas que fueron MORDIDAS por otros iguales que nosotros, te aseguro que aprenderías muchas más cosas si te lees un libro de hombres-lobo, aunque yo no soy de esa especie — ❞ se quedó callada para luego comenzar a caminar hacia el pueblo, estar en el bosque, la dos solas, no era del todo PRUDENTE, no al menos sabiendo los terrores que enfrentaba Beacon Hills en ese momento  ❝ a penas sabes mi nombre ¿no te doy miedo? ❞ preguntó.

“Transformación.” Repitió intentando procesar todo lo que habia visto y escuchaba. Aunque nada tenia mucho sentido para ella todavía. Tomo un respiro profundo antes de realizar la siguiente pregunta que, por cierto, jamás pensó se la haría a alguien. Al menos no hablando de manera seria, y ahora esperaba que todo fuera una broma. “¿Está diciéndome que son hombre-lobos? ¿Con todo eso de la luna llena? Eso... eso no tiene sentido. ¿Me estás tomando el pelo?” Cuestiono bastante seria. No entendía nada y entre más hablaba su opuesta menos sabia si quería averiguarlo o si quería quedarse en ese pueblo. “Espera, ¿Qué se supone que eres tú?” Pregunto siguiendo a la chica, necesitaba más respuestas. “No” Respondió enseguida pero se detuvo un momento a pensarlo ¿realmente le tenia miedo? “No, uhm ¿Debería? --Me confundes e intrigas más que el miedo que se supone deberías causarme, creo.”