“What are you talking about?” María attempts to blow off their question but there’s a seriousness there that she’s not used to seeing. The fact that they’re not smiling also gives it away. “We’re having fun, right? I don’t see why we have to put any sort of label on anything.” There’s a loose thread hanging from the edge of her blouse and she’s suddenly interested in removing it without ruining the material. It’s also the perfect way she can stall, stop and think as her heart beats just a bit quicker. “I don’t know,” she finally answers, the silence hanging between them maddening. “We ... I mean, I ... I like you, you know that. Isn’t that enough?” She looks up, meeting their eyes. “I wouldn’t be here every day if I didn’t.”

plot: based off ol.d domini.on’s song “written in the sand”, your muse is asking my muse what exactly it is they are and i keep attempting to brush them off; how long they’ve been together is open open to: anyone muse: maría parra, 29-33, a bit flighty when it comes to relationships but can settle down for the right one

Location: In a restaurant Present: Jack & ?? ( @kxngdomcxme​ )

Approaching strangers was not something that Jack shied away from. He pulled out the second chair at the solitary patron’s table and turned it around, plonking himself down backwards. He slid a glass of water towards them. “Sorry for the intrusion and all. Noticed you were eatin’ beans and I fough’ I’d warn you. My mate said tha’ if you eat too many and the conditions in your stomach are righ’, you’ll grow a plant in you and it’ll be righ’ cocked up.” He gestured to the water. “Tha’s why I drink at least two glasses’a saltwa’er a day. Keeps the conditions bad-like, and it tastes like the ocean.”

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Location: In a bookshop Present: Jack & ?? ( @spellbxnd​ )

“‘Scuse me, you look smar’. Do you work here?” He did not wait for an answer before continuing. “I’m lookin’ for two books. The firs’ one is one of those word books tha’ tells you fancy words wha’ mean the same thin’ as stupid words. The other is like… if you ‘ave anyfin’ cursed? I’m buyin’ a gift for a friend and I fink it’d be righ’ funny if every time he tried to read i’, the book flew away.”

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Location: Opposite Lucinda, watching her very carefully Present: Jack & Lucinda ( @childish-omens​ )

“Listen, I know we’re on opposite teams and all, but i’ doesn’ have to always be doggy-dog, righ’? You’re pre’y bangin’ a’ wha’ you do and I wan’ advice.” He looked around as if to check that no one was listening, then leaned in closer. “We’ve go’ a big match coming up, righ’? And the Captain said we should ‘ea’, sleep and breafe Qui’itch’. I figured you’re smart, righ’? Do you have a spell to control what you dream abou’? I’ve tried to think abou’ brooms before I sleep, but that does bugger all.”

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“men need to be fuckin’ eradicated, bro.”

open    /  /    ft. rae

random misc dialogue ... sentence starters

“No, you’re hurt.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“You stole my heart.”

“Oh, yeah? Make me.”

“Don’t talk back to me.”

“Oh, sure, you bet’cha.”

“You’re so broken inside.”

“You can’t go in there alone.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“If you fall, I’m going to laugh.”

“You’re such a dork. I love you.”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?”

“Like you would ever understand...”

“I just want to know what happened.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“You have the worst sense of humor.”

“Do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Did you ever find out why they did it?”

“I don’t need a hug. I need vengeance.”

“You have the best smile I’ve ever seen.”

“How long are you going to stand there?”

“You’re so painfully oblivious some days.”

“Do you need me to back you up on this?”

“You’re not royalty, stop acting like you are.”

“Did you lose your glasses/cane/mobility aid?”

“I just need to rant for a second, is that okay?”

“If you’re gonna be such a chicken, just leave.”

“You’re the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen.”

“Yup, I heard it as soon as I said it, just let it go.”

“I don’t have proof, but I need you to believe me.”

“When was the last time you actually felt happy?”

“Yeah, I’m weak. What’s wrong with being weak?”

“How have you survived on your own for so long?”

“I really think you’re blowing this out of proportion.”

“I just want you to know I’m here... if you need me.”

“Look me in the eyes and say that again, I dare you.”

“I feel like I’d find more lively company in a cemetery.”

“Are you really sorry? Or just sorry you were caught?”

“You’re really not worth all this of this. You’re just not.”

“I know its dangerous... that’s why I brought you along.”

“How have you stayed so gentle through everything...?”

“Being a jerk isn’t the same as being strong, you know.”

“You’re a better person than you give yourself credit for.”

“Thanks for sticking with me. I know it hasn’t been easy.”

“I keep having the same nightmare. And it just won’t stop.”

“Are you actually living, or are you just fighting to survive?”

“Nothing wrong with admitting you need a hand sometimes.”

“Hey, if you need to bare your chest, I’m right here. I’ll listen.”

“I just want to eat pizza and pass out, is that too much to ask?”

“I needed you to know... you’re the most important part of my life.”

“Don’t tell me you’re being honest, because you’ve done nothing but lie.”

“Okay, maybe we all just need to step back and calm down for a minute.”

“I know its been a long time, and I’m sorry to show up out of the blue, but --- “

“I just need to be wrapped up in a hug and squeezed back into my body, please.”

“I’m going to be here for you, no matter what. Come hell or high water, I’ve got your back.”

“I’m tired of being strong all the time. When is it my turn to break down and be told, ‘its okay, you did your best”?

a starter for @cvvalier​​​ !

another early evening like any other, a few parents coming in with over enthusiastic children looking for the first rescue of their dreams. he can hardly blame them, that’s been him on more than one occasion. but never the less, most definitely not his problem, perched on the comfy office chair at the desk for the evening. paperwork and computer duty, the joy of all joys - his favourite when his day job was a lot. his day was already pretty breezy, the sun was shining throughout the day and even now, the sun not quite ready to set, he can revel in the glow that peeks through the blinds of the front windows. the sun seems to shine a little brighter for just a second though, as someone walks through the door. the corners of jack’s lips curl as he see’s nina walking through the door. “back again?” he says, eyes flicking down to the computer - a weak ploy at pretending he’s barely noticed. “missed me and the cats that much did you?”

a starter for @cvvalier​​ !

shells of promises lay unfulfilled at leon’s feet, broken and bent out of shape. such sweet promises of being at her side, holding her hand so tight through contractions or whatever she wished. he’d meant well, hoped that maybe with narae, their relationship wouldn’t start - or begin again - with husks of promises that he cannot keep. the comfort of holding up his end does not stand with him, instead stood on a stage, lit up with lights that made him sweat even more than usual. management informing him through his ear piece in the midst of the best part of their most popular song, that narae was in labor. he couldn’t leave without causing a scene, and gods knows, he’s caused enough of those lately. dressed in the same clothes he’d left in before the encore, damp in all the wrong places, hair clinging to his face in a way he didn’t much care for, he’d hopped in the first taxi he could find outside the venue. there was no time for waiting for his manager to get his car, no waiting for someone else to try and come to his rescue. he had to come to hers. rushing around the hospital felt like a little of a blur, the floors all blurring into one as he found the maternity ward. besides a brief scolding for being a little too loud, a nurse showed him to her private room; the door feeling more foreboding than he’d like. knocking on it, he peeks his head in tentatively before she even answers him. “i-... i hear there’s two patients in here now.”

SOMETHING I’VE READ/AM READING STARTERS // Always Accepting!

@statcmcnt-bcgins​ sent a 📖 !

William   shook   his   head.   ❝   I'm   immortal   now,   what   more   could   I   ask   for?   ❞

“  i’ve got your back, okay? ”

@xfthemist / misc sentence starters / accepting~

A SOFT HUM LEAVES THE REDHEAD AS HE TILTED his head and looked toward the vampire. There was no doubt that he believed in those words at all, as Kasumi always had his back no matter the situation as Jotaro had done. Lavender irises glanced toward the other, a word not leaving the male for a few long minutes until he gave a simple nod in response. "I know you do." He said, lips quirking slightly into a small smile of sorts.

MISC  SENTENCE  STARTERS. || Accepting

@chironitas: ‘  i’m  not  sad,  i’m  just  really  numb  inside.  ’

What dismissal. So nonchalant...

Hearing anyone say anything remotely close to what Vanitas had just stated was concerning. He must have been through many trials and tribulations if that's truly how he felt.

Or he simply didn't trust her enough to be honest about his emotions. It wasn't something she'd hold against him.

"Is that so.. Feeling numb inside can't possibly be any better than being sad, can it?"

Golden and blue eyes were raised to look into his own blue ones.

"I can't begin to imagine what circumstances would make you feel that way inside, but... you may overcome them one day. I don't think you will be detached from your emotions forever."

A smile was then given to him.

"Time heals all wounds, but we all need someone we can trust to help us along the way. You have people that care about you and your well-being, do you not?"

"You may feel uncomfortable disclosing things to me, but I'm sure that the person you trust most is waiting to lend an ear to your woes and provide the comfort you need. It's no good to bottle everything up."

A sheepish laugh.

"Ara. Forgive me... How arrogant of me to assume I might know you or even a bit about your past. I hope I have not offended nor upset you."

Location: An Order meeting Present: Whitney & Max ( @xavecamour​ )

Whitney didn’t dislike Order meetings. As grumpy as he sometimes seemed, he’d always been a team player when there was a good cause worth fighting for. And this? This was a great cause. Even as panic started to set in, and paranoia led to the group switching meeting spots, Whitney remained a fixture. 

He was currently seated in one of the mismatched armchairs of the hastily prepared gathering room, waiting for the real decision makers to arrive. Nestled in a box on his lap was the fledgling fwooper he’d recently rescued. The creature was malnourished and required regular feeding and hydration, which meant that he’d barely slept a wink despite the protests of the other volunteers. 

He sighed softly and turned to look sideways at Max. “If ten years ago ya’d told me this is where I’d be now, I’d’a laughed. The bird was expected, but this?” He gestured to the room in general. “Helping a bunch’a young kids play war? Nah, hoss.”

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Location: A charity clothing shop Present: Cassidy & ??? ( @xavecamour​ )

Clothes shopping was practically holy for Cassidy. The whole world had opened up for her when she had bought her first dress. Things had only gotten better from there. Sequins, heels, faux fur in wild colours. She tried on clothes just for the fun of it, instead of grabbing the nearest item to hide her figure and shy away like she used to. Now? God, now she dressed like a toddler who’d found their way into their mom’s closet, and she felt good. She could try on whatever she wanted. 

She stepped out of the dressing room of the charity clothing shop and made her way to the nearest mirror, jutting her hip out in a model pose. The items all clashed. Truly awful as an ensemble, but fun just to try. She adjusted the rim of her wide-brimmed hat and turned around, locking eyes with the nearest patron. 

“What do you think? Are the earrings too much?”

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Location: On the street Present: Glenda & ??? ( @xavecamour )

It was official: Glenda owned way too much Halloween paraphernalia. It had always been her favourite holiday, and now that she had not only a living space, but her own working space too? Double the room for decorations! Which was, of course, great for October. And if she had a say, great for the other eleven months as well. 

But unfortunately for her, she had other colleagues. Colleagues who did not think Halloween decorations in May were appropriate. They were wrong, of course, but who was she to argue? So she’d taken it all down and packed as much of it as she could into the storeroom. All she was left with was one box of giant spiders that had nowhere to go but the charity shop. 

She hummed to herself as she locked the door of the studio, the box cradled against her hip. When she turned around, there was a pedestrian staring at her - or rather, the box of pipe cleaner legs. She grinned. “What? You’ve never seen a woman carry around a box of fake spiders before?”

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me: ugh i have a horrible headache i think i'll just nap

Lex: but i am horny :(

me:

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plot :   i want a ‘you’ve been dating my brother, but he clearly doesn’t appreciate you, so ive come to save the day even though i’m entirely sure i’d be worse for you’ kind of plot.  open to :   males / nb.

here she was , actually thinking she’d done something great.   it was tommy’s birthday after all , and she thought it would be something special to get all his friends together at their place as a surprise  ...  but clearly she was wrong.   he seemed fine , he seemed happy , but as the party started to dwindle he couldn’t wait to pull her aside and share his frustrations with everything.   he told her she never should have invited people over , that he was too busy with work and it was nothing more than a stupid distraction , and that he was going to bed - and that was the last she saw of him.   she put on a smiling face to say goodbye to everyone , only then did she begin to clean up.   there’s a solemn expression on her face as she starts to take down streamers from the patio when she hears someone behind her.   when she turns around she finds tommy’s brother , she hadn’t realized he was still there.   “ hey , ”   she mutters with a cheerless smile ,   “ sorry  ...  i think the party’s pretty much over. ”

just a note  :  the rest of my starters may take a while bc i used up all my starter juice on the ones i’ve already written .