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thecharmingknightemma-moving · 5 years

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like this post and I’ll pick a sentence from this meme and turn into a short starter (one liner or with a bit of context)

you can specify your muse(s) and everything else if you want (fandom, what is Emma)

some sentences might need to be adjusted to work

I’ll copy them under read more as well in case the post disappears:

‘ i’m a snack but everyone seems to be on a diet. ’ ‘ i’m gonna replace every bone in my body with a knife, if someone punches me they’re in for a surprise (the knife) ’ ‘ let me just flirt with you and be a brat and send you cute half nudes. ’ ‘ blue-flavored candy is always the best flavor of candy like what the fuck. blue raspberries aren’t even a thing. we are literally eating the color blue as a flavor and it’s fucking magical. ’ ‘ touch id is pissing me off. ‘try again’ the fuck? it’s me with a lil chicken grease. ’ ‘ call me in the middle of the night and tell me you can’t sleep without me. ’ ‘ healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake. ’ ‘ me to my alarm in the morning: i was literally sleeping but go off i guess. ’ ‘ do i blame my zodiac sign or my childhood traumas or both ’ ‘ *eating microwaved ramen noodles and watching kitchen nightmares* i cannot believe this asshole didn’t use fresh chicken in his paella, unbelievable. ’ ‘ my specialty: the accidental 12 hour nap in broad daylight ’ ‘ quiet little moans while making out is the hottest thing ever ’ ‘ date somebody who will go on a road trip with you to see america’s 10 most haunted places ’ ‘ any vampires who need permission to enter my house…. you have my permission… you wanna come through my window in a flurry of fog and wind? you can do that… wanna drink my blood and take me away to your big vampire castle? alright friend, go for it ’ ‘ i’m the guy from the lady and the tramp who gives stray dogs pasta and stands in an alleyway playing an accordion for them ’ ‘ *nervously calls crush bro* ’ ‘ i don’t have trust issues. i have ‘seen that shit happen before my own eyes’ issues. ’ ‘ fuck summer. i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october. ’ ‘ concept: we are holding each other in bed, we look at each other and know that all that waiting all that distance was worth it to be close now ’ ‘ i’m so lucky to have gotten to watch you grow so much this past year. i’m so proud of you. ’ ‘ i’m so protective of me now, i’ll cut somebody off for simply having the wrong energy ’ ‘ why are you trying to make me horny. bitch, you know i’m making macaroni. ’ ‘ date a boy who curls up on your lap, even though he is 6’2" because he loves cuddles ’ ‘ going out on a date is cool and all; but what about simply sharing a bed with someone, listening to music and discovering everything about one another, together. ’ ‘ we are drunk and i ended up sitting on the bathroom counter with my legs wrapped around you, but when i wrote ‘marry me’ on your hand with a sharpie, i wasn’t joking. ’ ‘ you’re equivalent to my favorite color. you’re the human version of what is safe. ’ ‘ one of the most toxic things i’ve ever done is ignore the bad in someone because i love them. ’ ‘ you think you want me to shut up? i have to listen to myself even when i’m not talking ’ ‘ why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had your back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary. ’ ‘ i like wearing your clothes. they smell like you and your scent is home to me. ’ ‘ *therapist voice* you are stupid and gay. ’ ‘ i like to blame myself for everything just in case. ’ ‘ the realist thing you can do for me is keep your word. ’ ‘ love yourself enough to set boundaries. your time and energy are precious. ’ ‘ i haven’t done anything but i sure could use a break. ’ ‘ sometimes you just need to hear how much you mean to someone. ’ ‘ who needs april fools. my entire life is a joke. ’ ‘ i wish i could be near you, my heart misses you. ’ ‘ i’m not trying my hardest but i’m very tired which i think should be taken into consideration. ’ ‘ me @ me: don’t start buddy don’t you dare. ’ ‘ so what’s next? you heal. you grow. and you help others. ’ ‘ my kink is not setting an alarm for the next morning. ’ ‘ if you think i’m cute send me money. ’ ‘ one day i will take a good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry. ’ ‘ not a day passes where i don’t embarrass myself but it’s ok because i’m on the path to destroy my ego so i won’t be embarrassed anymore. ’ ‘ there is no reason not to love with you whole heart. ’ ‘ i hope your heart heals from all the damage it took over the years. ’ ‘ sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and send that text. ’ ‘ ‘i can see your nipples through that shirt’ first of all stop being ungrateful. ’ ‘ so much is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s too much!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want to sleep in the forest for 190 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m tired leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ’ ‘ i heard you like bad girls. well i’m bad….. at everything. ’ ‘ yes, i am fully aware that I’m The Worst™ but i still wanna be like……. loved and stuff. ’ ‘ i really am, from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot. ’ ‘ let me show you just how good i can be. ’ ‘ i’m just tryna chill on a beach somewhere at 3 am. ’ ‘ i have a serious weakness for thigh grabbing and hickeys. ’ ‘ i’m a snail and god is salting me. ’ ‘ i hate texting people who don’t use a billion emojis and a trillion exclamation points in their messages. just say you hate me and want me to die. ’ ‘ being called baby?????? holding hands????!? being KISSED?!!!?!??????? ’ ‘ i hope your heart heals from all the damage it took over the years. ’ ‘ my heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something and they thought of me. ’ ‘ i have hella heart eyes for you. ’ ‘ you’re cute. i wanna kiss you for a whole hour. ’ ‘ it’s pretty iconic to like yourself. ’ ‘ i am so jealous of animals that get to hibernate, like what the fuck, why can’t i just sleep for four months and then return to real life. ’ ‘ stop feeling sad and acting weird you bitch (the bitch is me) ’ ‘ i’m still obsessed with you like it’s day one. ’ ‘ to quote hamlet act iii scene iii line 92, ‘no’. ’ ‘ i would have a cuter room if i wasn’t a goblin who threw all her shit on the floor. ’ ‘ on two hours of sleep i’m either way too happy or violently homicidal. ’ ‘ let’s go on a date and by date i mean lay in bed and make out for three hours. ’ ‘ alphabet soup. more like times new ramen am i right. ’ ‘ tbh it’s okay if no one else thinks i’m funny because i think i’m a riot. ’ ‘ catching feelings is bullshit. i’m just eating french fries, why i gotta think about kissing you? fuck you. ’ ‘ smiling is so weird like you stretch your eating hole to show happiness. ’ ‘ self care is putting absurd amounts of parmesan cheese on your pasta. ’ ‘ you didn’t go through all of that for nothing. ’ ‘ get you a girl who loses her shit every time you send a selfie. ’ ‘ i wish i could be there to take care of you right now. ’ ‘ home is where the heart is and my heart has always belonged to you. ’ ‘ i just wanna have soft glowy skin, long eyelashes, pink lips, rosy cheeks, lots of cash, and no responsibilities. ’ ‘ ok but platonic forehead kisses. ’ ‘ my heart is guarded but like… very poorly. the kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an r-rated movie. ’ ‘ what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me (unfortunately). ’ ‘ do you ever look at a boy and wonder if he moans as pretty as he looks. ’ ‘ life tip: if nothing goes right go to sleep. ’ ‘ by cute do you mean you wanna frick frack or do you mean i look 12? ’ ‘ cats are very pickupable and i think that was a really good choice on their part. ’ ‘ don’t depend on anyone. handle your own shit. ’ ‘ there isn’t one alternate reality where i didn’t fall in love with you. ’ ‘ being my ex must be the worst thing. imagine losing me? ’ ‘ if i say ‘backstreet’s back’ and you do not say ‘ALRIGHT!’ we’re not friends. burn in hell, you sick fuck. ’ ‘ i love every cat in the entire world. every cat on the planet. if there are any cats in outer space, i love them too. ’ ‘ my mom is really that bitch and i’m that bitch jr. ’ ‘ you know you’re fucked when their voice turns you on. ’ ‘ don’t look at my fucking boner when we fight. ’ ‘ not all heroes wear capes. a lot of them wear collars and are called dogs. ’ ‘ it’s you. it will always be you. ’ ‘ why do tattoos cost so much? i’m paying you to injure me. ’ ‘ thank you for being the biggest light in my life and saving me from the darkness. ’

#sorta starter call #starter call;#to be reblogged later #some can be texts some are definitely said out loud #might be done tomorrow for obvious reasons

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scribblesnblues · 5 years

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“W-What are you going to do to me?” the boy stuttered.

That was a good question. What was Francine going to do with him now? Father obviously wasn’t interested in her gift, but that didn’t mean that she had to give up altogether. For all she knew, Father was only putting on airs in front of the family, and meant to thank her in private. He couldn’t show her his gratitude if she threw away her catch.

But what if he isn’t? That thought still lingered, as well as the bruise that had formed around her neck. There was a possibility that Father’s rejection was genuine. He certainly seemed off, but Francine blamed it on the weather. Rough winds blew loose leaves from struggling trees and a harsh chill made her raise the collar of her coat. Milky-white clouds had also spread across the sky, chasing away the warmth of the sun and casting shadows across the grassy stream’s side. Had Francine not been tasked with putting the boy back where she had found him, she would have found the nearest den, made a fire, and taken a nice, long nap, or at least until her father’s anger was quelled.

But as she glanced at the mortal, whom she had thrown to the side while she thought her next move, it appeared that she wasn’t the only one who felt winter’s effects. The season always brought the harshness and unforgiving might of nature onto its unsuspecting occupants, and if you weren’t strong enough to brave it, then it had no problem devouring you and spitting you back out until you were; that is, if you survive the ordeal. Francine had thirteen years to get accustomed to it. That was why she wore clothes, unlike the other satyrs. She understood that the best way to protect yourself from the elements was to bury yourself underneath a pair of trousers made from sheepskin, a minimum of two undershirts, and a thick jacket, preferably from the coat of an owlbear. Their dense plumage could thwart the heaviest of snowstorms, not to mention were easy to transition into a soft bed if need be.

The boy, however, didn’t know this trick. He shivered underneath his clothes, too thin for the cold, even if it was late into the season. Coupled with his harrowing experience just a few moments earlier, he looked to be on the verge of death.

Francine winced. I can’t have that. She didn’t want to kill the poor kid. All she wanted to do was scare him. Well, there was no longer a need for any of that now. She might as well get rid of the dead weight.

Unfurling her legs, Francine slipped down from the log that acted as both her seat and lookout point. With one hand, she scooped him up, and took off her coat to wrap it around him with the other. Her skin crawled, both from the cold and knowing that she’ll have to clean the thing afterwards, but pushed through the feeling.

“What's your name?” she asked him.

The boy’s eyes flew across her face. His teeth chattered as he responded. “Wh-Wh-What?”

Francine rolled her eyes. “Your name. What is it?”

“T-T-T-Tito.”

“Well, Tito,” she said with a condescending echo, “don’t come back to this place ever again. Do it, and I’ll have no other choice but to…Uh…”

Francine looked around. Nearby, a fox munched on its latest meal: a mole, and a fat one, at that. She smiled. “I'll eat you.”

For some reason, Tito didn’t respond the way that Francine expected. He didn’t pale, didn’t look away. Rather, he tilted his head in confusion, now warmed by her coat. “Why?”

Francine blinked. “What?”

“Why would you eat me?” he asked. “I didn’t do anything. You came and attacked me, remember? Shouldn’t you be the one in trouble?”

Although his question was a valid one, and it did make Francine look away in thought, that didn’t mean her response would have been just. All it did was make her question her next move even closer, and as she watched the stream slide by beside them, it came to her alongside a wicked grin.

“Fine,” she said. “Then you can go for a swim.”

She tore her cloak from across his shoulders, then flipped him, as if he were nothing but a defenseless babe. He struggled in her grasp, like a long, slippery catfish, but Francine had a vice-like grip on his ankle. She once held off a gryphon by clutching its throat; no amount of fighting was going to break her away.

From there, she slowly approached the stream, making extra sure that each step toward the ice-cold water was agonizingly slow. She relished in the fear that rolled off the mortal in waves, the terror in his eyes when they matched gazes was almost euphoric. She could tell already that he would never even dream of leaving his home, let alone coming to her forest again. Surely once Father realized that he would thank her? Reward her, even?

But just before she could dunk him in, a loud voice cut through the trees, “Just what in the gods’ name are you doing?”

Francine whirled around, perhaps a bit too fast. In her haste, she slung Tito like a ragdoll, where her hands instinctively let him go. From the corner of her eye, she saw him land on the ground, hard, where he let out what sounded like a cross between a yelp and a sigh of relief that help had come on the way. Francine, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky.

Like many people who were given the unfortunate opportunity to have been born, Francine was not Father’s only child. He had another who was considerably older, but he didn’t take his seniority too much to heart, nor did he take it too lightly. The best and only way to describe him was that he was average in every sense of the word. He wasn’t too tall, wasn’t too thin, wasn’t too reserved, and wasn’t too boisterous. He could walk right past you, and you’d never notice. His face was normal, his hair was okay, and his horns had the right amount of point to not be much of a threat to others. But to Francine, he was the worst person imaginable, because unlike everyone else who saw her and made her want to be what they expected of her, her brother was fine with the way she was. His averageness made her be content.

And she hated it with every fiber of her being.

“Hi, Tes,” she said, with the same energy as a guilty snail.

He hurried through the bushes, like a stag climbing over an obstacle getting to the nearest bundle of clovers, where he then took her by the arm and pulled her away from Tito’s (now praying) form. “I thought you were supposed to put him back where he was supposed to be?” he asked. “Why are you now trying to drown him?”

“Does it matter?” Francine snapped back. “He’s here. I’m here. Why can’t I just have some fun?”

“Because your ‘fun’ is the reason why you are in trouble with Father, again.”

Francine frowned. “That’s not my fault.”

“Is it?” Tes looked down at Tito, then back at Francine, before letting her go. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Sister, you are not a child anymore. You cannot go on playing these games. One day, you must take responsibility for your actions, and the damage that they can cause.”

“Of course,” Francine agreed with a shrug. “But today isn’t that day, is it?”

Tes clenched his jaw, but Francine stood steadfast. She knew that he knew that she had the full intention of continuing on with her ways, whether he was there to witness it or otherwise. The fact that he caught her just then was only a fluke. So, what would it be? Continue down the futile path in hopes that she would learn her lesson? Or would he step away for just this moment, when no one else was looking, and follow her instead?

It was a tough decision, but that was the trick about being the youngest child. No matter what the other said or said, sooner or later, one way or another, the eldest was going to sag their shoulders, roll their eyes, and give in to their relentless spirit. So when Francine saw the defeat in Tes’s eyes, she couldn’t help but beam brighter than the summer sun.

“Come on, then,” he said. “I am sure that there is a mortal camp worth watching.”

Giddy with excitement, Francine took up her cloak and followed her brother away from the stream. For all she knew, Tito’s wellbeing was now up for him to decide. But for her, all that she cared about was that for the first time in a long time, she had garnered someone’s attention. Not by filling their nest with stinky fish, or leading a hungry lion into their den with said fish. To be honest, Francine didn’t know why her brother decided to take time to be with her. She thought that he was going to leave her be. But no matter. If he wanted to be with her, why would she say otherwise?

It wasn’t as if anyone else would do the same.

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