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Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for muses that don't feel so great, and for muses trying to take care of another. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How bad can it be?"

"Getting stabbed is very demotivating."

"Sorry to miss our meeting, but I was a little busy getting shot."

"I think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress."

"I believe I've got a bullet in my arm."

"Listen, you're making terrible decisions right now because you're not thinking clearly!"

"You were about to make a medical comment?"

"Whatever is causing this, I think it needs immediate attention."

"Hang in there. I'm not going to let you die."

"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought it might be."

"I have no desire to damage my brain."

"That's going to leave a nasty scar."

"I don't think you ever get over something like that. It becomes a part of who you are."

"Your hand was shaking. That's not nothing."

"You look like you've paid a visit to the Devil himself."

"You don't look so good."

"I thought for sure you were dead."

"You've stitched yourself up before, I take it?"

"At a time like this, curiously, you begin to think of the things you regret or the things you might miss."

"Do you have any idea what you've been through?"

"How are you coping?"

"Talking doesn't cure anything."

"Where did you get those cuts?"

"Say something reassuring?"

"I'm concerned why you came back to work three months early."

"Why are men such babies when they get sick or injured?"

"I wake up sometimes and I think to myself 'how the hell am I still alive'."

"I've got three separate medical reports that all state you're physically and mentally unfit to work."

"Are you crazy? I just pulled a bullet out of you!"

"I'm taking you to a hospital. No arguments."

"You need to lie down."

"Do you feel strong enough to move out?"

"When I woke up, I was covered in blood."

"Guess what? It seems as though I've been in some sort of accident!"

"The doctor says you have a mild concussion."

"Doing okay? We're almost there."

"I know I'm not well, but I'm alright."

"Is this as bad as it seems?"

"Just so you know, the doctor said that kissing will speedrun my recovery."

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"I am calling an ambulance for you!"

"Here, this should help with the swelling."

"If I could get up, I'd kick your ass."

"No doctor in his right mind is going to sign you out!"

"I am perfectly capable of walking on my own!"

#Meme

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lights, camera, action! a collection of scenarios / plots from yours truly.

amnesia. one of our characters loses most of their memories.

bodyswap. both of our characters swap bodies.

co-parent. both of our characters suddenly have to raise a child together.

dream. one of our characters visits the other in a dream.

earth. both of our characters find each other on post-apocalyptic earth.

flashback. both of our characters are stuck in the past.

flashforward. both of our characters are stuck in the future.

greencard. one of our characters marries the other for a green card.

groundhog. both of our characters are stuck in a time loop.

haunt. one of our characters is dead and haunting the other.

ink. one of our characters writes/draws the other into existence.

investigate. one of our characters is hired to investigate the other.

job. one of our characters will do anything for a pay-check, the other hires them for an odd job.

kin. one of our characters meets an alternate universe version of the other.

language. one of our characters has been cursed to speak nonsense, somehow the other is the only one who can understand them.

magnetic. both of our characters are magically magnetised to each other.

number. one of our characters is in trouble and was given the number of the other to call if they needed help.

ogre. one of our characters turns into an ogre at night.

possession. one of our characters meets the other while possessing someone else's body.

quest. both of our characters set off on an adventure/journey together.

rescue. one of our characters saves the other from danger.

resurrect. one of our characters comes back from the dead.

sleepwalk. one of our characters always sleepwalks to where the other is.

taken. one of our characters finds the other after they've been kidnapped.

transplant. 'where's my boyfriend?' 'who do you think gave you the heart?'

urgent. one of our characters is injured, the other is their emergency contact.

vegas. both of our characters wake up married after a drunk night in vegas.

wish. one of our characters makes a wish and the other shows up as a result.

x-ray. one of our characters develops x-ray vision, the other is the only person they can't see through.

yeehaw. both of our characters are in the wild wild west.

zing. both of our characters are struck by lightning and can now sense each other's thoughts and feelings.

#Meme

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Chris did you ever have to deal with demon kids?

He nodded, "Yeah, of course." They were always attacking the adults in his life. Being the kid of one of the charmed one's also wasn't exactly easy because they were easy targets to get to The Charmed ones. He frowned a little "One of the big reasons why we all had to hone our abilities really early. Though, some of us needed less time." Thinking of Wyatt's using magic from the womb, the usual bitterness creeped in for a moment, "But no big deal." Chris let it go with a shrug, he didn't dislike Wyatt, obviously, he loved his older brother. But he was certainly jealous.

#Asks #ChrisAsks #AnonAsks

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If they had a kid meme

#Meme

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"LET ME HELP YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

here, i'll take care of that.

why don't you sit down and let me take care of it?

you must be exhausted. i can finish up.

i know you were struggling. that's why i did it for you.

i'm your friend. it's my job to help you out.

oh, it's no trouble at all. let me take care of this.

this won't take long!

you just sit there and look pretty. i'll handle everything.

no no! i don't want you lifting a finger!

this is my way of thanking you.

i've got everything under control.

you do so much for me already. it's time for me to return the favor.

i know how much this means to you.

let me help you, dammit.

i put everything away while you were asleep.

hope you don't mind.

it was never going to get done without me.

i like helping you out.

you deserve some good rest.

it's no trouble at all.

i'll tell them. you stay there.

i've got everything under control.

figured you could use my help.

no need to thank me!

i wanted to help you out here.

i heard you needed some assistance.

they said you needed help, so i stepped in.

oh, don't mention it!

everything will be just fine once i finish this up.

you've done so much for me already.

i wanted to thank you for helping me out.

this is my show of thanks.

let me carry that for you.

don't move a muscle.

it's clear you needed some help with this.

i'm not gonna just stand here and make you do all the work.

where can i help you out?

what can i do? put me to work.

that's easy! i can do that for you.

let me try for a second.

you've done quite enough! it's time for me to take over!

i stepped in and finished the job while you were away.

i took over the project.

i saw you struggling with it. i didn't want to say anything.

oh that? that wasn't hard at all!

i care about you. i wanted to do this for you.

when's the last time you let someone help you?

you never let me help out.

you can't do everything by yourself.

listen to me. i want to help you.

i'm not going anywhere until you let me help.

this is too hard for one person.

it would mean a lot to me if you let me help.

i hate seeing you struggle alone.

#Meme

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Send 🧸 to interact with my muse as a child!

(Remember to specify character and/or verse if relevant)

#Meme

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Mean Sentences, Vol. 5

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? I have two words for you: 'hairline' and 'receding'."

"Why should care? I mean, seriously? Why should I care about you?"

"You know what your problem is? You're spoilt."

"I know you think you've got this all figured out, but you don't."

"You are your own worst enemy, but do you know what's worse? You're my worst enemy."

"You know, I really thought you had changed, but you know what? You are the same reckless, immature, self-centred jackass that you always were!"

"You're a weak coward. It makes me sick."

"You're not very good at this, are you? "

"The truth is, I really don't care."

"I think it's time for you to take a break. A long one."

"You're more of a fool than I took you for."

"You don't know me. You think you do, but you don't."

"I once looked up to you. My God, how I despise you now."

"What did you expect? An apology? A hidden heart of gold?"

"Why don't you do something completely new and have some friends?"

"Are you always this unpleasant?"

"You are a... Unique personality."

"You disappoint me."

"I know bad acting when I see it."

"Well, well, well - look who's doing the walk of shame now!"

"Oh, I'm not your friend."

"You have failed everything you've attempted."

"I hate to be rude, but so far I'm not impressed."

"There's a word for people like you, and it's not 'patriot' - it's 'traitor'."

"I changed my mind; I'm not sorry."

"Have you no compassion?"

"Your promises don't mean very much."

"You could never play the game, could you?"

"Do you honestly expect me to believe a word you say?"

"Just because you're smart and beautiful doesn't mean you have good judgement."

"You thought you sounded so smart when you started that sentence, didn't you?"

"You know, you've got a chip on your shoulder the size of Stonehenge."

"How does it feel to know that you have failed?"

"You know, for a minute there, you actually made me believe that you were human."

"You're a low-level dirtbag. You're not a criminal mastermind."

"You sound a bit delusional, you know?"

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever seen!"

"Do you think I'd be talking to someone like you if this wasn't urgent?"

"Why are you so in denial?"

"That part of me that admires you is not the part that makes tough decisions."

#Meme

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#Music #KaiStuff #HomelanderStuff #TheMasterStuff #Youtube

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Incorrect Quotes!

pulled from this generator, sourced from various media.

Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for metaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.

...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

 Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

‘Technically legal’, the two best words in the the English language, right before ‘cowboy spectacular.'

God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

#Meme

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Things I’ve Overheard: The Meme

“My New Years Resolution is to be more emo.”

“Gimme all your cheap vodka!”

“Get your cube!”

“I told my boyfriend he better ask me to be his valentine. Just cuz we’re together don’t assume I’m your valentine!”

“I forget everything, always.”

“I am eating a cookie because I’m naughty!”

“The number of cookies I eat is directly correlated to how badly I hate myself.”

“This is the closest thing I’ve got to a healthy coping mechanism, everything else is illegal.”

“You ever had fried chicken?”

“Changed my mind, I’m not gonna start wearing all black, I’m gonna start wearing all salmon.”

“My New Years Resolution is to be the biggest pain in the ass possible, and so far I’m killing it.”

“Sometimes you gotta look life in the eye and say ‘you hit like a girl.’”

#Meme

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Malcolm really didn't even notice she was being rude. He didn't do so with most people. Mostly he just ignored them, rather than suffered them. Looking up as the apology came, he nodded "Okay." Was his only response. Then he went back to focusing on the matter at hand. Observing Azalia as she seemed tense, even in the precinct, he frowned slightly. But didn't say anything. He wondered if she had been feeling like her ex would be foolish enough to target the place.

Swallowing, he waited with her in the silence as time ticked on, feeling stressed the more it continued. Though the boom and the building shake from it had directed his attention away. Standing up, he turned toward the door. The lights in the room shut off, the red becoming the only presence of light a moment later "Really…he is that stupid…" Malcolm let out lowly, forgetting it seemed that Azalia was in the room with him. Only at her clambering around Gil's desk did he finally look over at her "What are you-"

Moving away from the door, another boom sounded off, before he blacked out for a moment. Waking up only a few seconds later, he lifts a hand to his head "Azalia…" Seeing the shadow in the smoke approaching, he felt something tugging on his leg, keeping him from getting between the intruder and Azalia. Things were starting to become blurred after a moment, blood dripping from off the side of his face as he struggled to get to her, hearing yelps and other noises, protests among them, Malcolm felt useless.

Aiden walked over the glass, crushing the shards beneath his boots as he moved emotionlessly toward Azalia, very aware of where she was in the room and watching as she moved. Sitting on her chest, he forced the cloth into her face, smirking a little bit as he enjoyed her squirming and protests. Deflecting her attempts to be freed from him with his right arm, he smacked her hands easily out of his way, pinning her to the floor and holding her tight with his thighs beneath him "Ah -ah-ah." Dropping, he noticed she was starting to drift off. Pushing a finger to her lips once she had, he grinned in that playful, yet sadistic way usually only seen portrayed in movies or the like.

Once he was sure she was unconscious, he got up off of her, making sure she was still breathing before grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the room with him. Making sure she hit every patch of glass and stone and other debris he could on the way out. As he exited, he ordered a few of those whom he had managed to recruit in this plot into the building.

At the secured location he had sorted out before enacting his plans Aiden was now sitting, staring at Azalia as she began to wake up, patched up now from the injuries she had, after all, he didn't want her bleeding to death or becoming septic on him. He wanted her to suffer! Aiden shifted where he sat, listening to her prattling, "Yeah. Maybe. If they're still alive." They had a destroyed precinct to worry about, too. Glancing up, he half rolled his eyes, blowing off her words "Sure…Keep going." Standing then, he walked over and decked her right in the face with a clean right hook, knuckles locking with her jaw perfectly. Pulling back away, he laughed a bit "I don't know. They might be…Might not be." He finally answered then, giving a cocky little move with his head, and then poked her in the nose "You should be more concerned about yourself."

Once she was asking about his current career goals he gave a shrug, pointing a gun he had at her suddenly, pressing the barrel to her forehead "Since about a year ago…Why? You wouldn't have anything to do with that, right?" Tapping the gun to her forehead, he laughed lightly "No. Of course not." Moving the gun from her forehead then he traced it along the side of her face, following her jawline, before tucking the barrel sideways under her chin, directing Azalia to look at him directly "What's your question? I have plenty of time…"

Malcolm shifted a bit as he was being roused from unconsciousness. Scrunching his nose he turned suddenly, the sound of a chain could be heard as he moved, not just one chain, actually. Several. Shifting as he started waking up more, he opened his eyes and saw that the room he was in was quiet but dark. Wincing as he moved and sat up, his head throbbing he moved his right hand back to feel it, feeling wetness "Ah…Hello?" Malcolm called out weakly. They quickly realized that Malcolm hadn't been at the precinct and that the group there was unfortunately discovering that, at the same time.

Azalia's frustration mounted as she found herself sidelined in a precarious situation. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Glancing at Malcolm, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Yes, I'm aware of how they are," but her tone came across more rude than she had intended. Realizing this, she quickly added, "I'm sorry," her voice softening.

She could sense that something was about to go down, and it put her on edge. Her instincts told her that the precinct, the place that should have been the safest, didn't feel that way right now. Even with Malcolm by her side, her unease was growing.

Before she could elaborate on her feelings, the entire building shook, and she let out a small yelp of surprise. Panic set in immediately as another loud noise echoed through the room, and the lights went out, leaving her in darkness. She clutched the edge of the table, fear creeping in. Her heart pounded in her chest, and the taste of adrenaline filled her mouth.

Why didn't they listen to her? Smoke began to fill the room, and she could hear the sounds of chaos and panic from outside. Her body shivered, and tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the red emergency lights that sporadically flickered to life. The cold sweat on her skin gave her goosebumps.

She forced herself up and rushed to her father's desk, her hands trembling as she yanked open the drawers. There, she found a small pistol, and her shaky hands fumbled with the bullets. She yelled in frustration, dropping the ammunition. Her trembling fingers were now covered in glass shards from the shattered windows. She could feel the sting of minor cuts, but she had no time to dwell on it.

Despite her reputation for fearlessness when helping others, Aiden's presence terrified her. The smoke was filling the room, making it difficult to breathe, and it was clear that the game was over for her. She glanced over at Malcolm, who was struggling to stay awake but appeared to be okay.

Fear consumed her as she saw a dark shadow in the corner of her eye. Panic took over, and she picked up a chair, flinging it in the direction of the intruder. Her eyes darted towards the broken glass, which could be used as a weapon. She just had to be quick enough to get to it.

Running toward the glass, her body was suddenly yanked backward by her hair, sending her sprawling on the floor. She yelped in pain as she landed on a piece of glass, feeling it pierce her leg, and the sharp agony made her cry out. Blood poured out onto the floor, the metallic scent mingling with the acrid smoke.

Her screams filled the room as the assailant climbed on top of her. "No!" she shouted, her voice filled with desperation as she hit the intruder at every opportunity. "Get off of me," she cried out, her screams muffled by the cloth placed over her mouth. Her body weakened, and she struggled for each breath as darkness closed in. The cold, harsh reality of her dire situation sank in as she fought desperately to stay conscious.

The girl woke up in a dark and grim space, her limbs bound with cold, unyielding metal restraints around her wrists and ankles. The harsh reality of her situation hit her, and a sense of dread settled in her chest. She couldn't believe she was going through this torment once again. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at her leg, which had been bandaged. It was a grim reminder that her captor had no intention of letting her go easily.

A faint glimmer of light seeped in as the door cracked open, and she immediately sat up, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. Her voice was weak and dry as she spoke, "They're going to come for me." She knew that her loved ones wouldn't rest until they found her. "No promises that Malcom won't kill you, or my father," she added, her voice quivering with worry as she finally got a clear view of her captor. She noticed the new tattoos on his body, but that was the least of her concerns.

She watched him closely as he laid down weapons across the table, her mind racing with concern for Malcolm. "Malcom! Is he okay?" she questioned urgently, a multitude of questions swirling in her head, each one more pressing than the last.

Her voice trembled as she asked the question that had been gnawing at her, "Since when did you become a killer?" Azalia knew that if her captor intended to end her life, she wanted answers before that happened. "If you're going to kill me, you might as well answer my questions." Her determination to uncover the truth burned brightly in her eyes, even in the face of her dire circumstances.

JT's eyes widened as they returned from Aiden's old house, the sight of the mess causing concern to wash over them. Everyone was present except for Azalia, and the anxiety in the room was palpable.

"Malcom," JT spoke gently, shaking his arm slightly to rouse him from whatever thoughts consumed him.

Glancing over at Gil, who remained rooted in place near a pool of blood, JT sighed in frustration. As Malcolm began to wake up, JT reached out to offer a hand, speaking in a stern but caring tone, "Easy." They knew that the situation was dire, and their primary focus was on finding Azalia and ensuring her safety.

#Para #Malcolm #MalcolmPara #AzaliaPara #Luvvsisi

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THE LOST HERO QUOTES pt. 1

"yeah right, ___. we've all been framed!"

"what am i doing here? where are we going?"

"you're really gonna play this out, huh?"

"we're totally tight. you do everything i say and give me your dessert and do my chores—"

"___, you're weird."

"whatever. we have to talk when we get back to the dorm."

"you alright? you're not going to throw up over the side, are you?"

"i'm fine, just a headache."

"this can't be safe."

"storm's right over us, but it's clear all the way around. weird, huh?"

"dang, is that gold?"

"you've been holding out on me!"

"it's nothing. it's just a coin."

"how'd you do that?"

"seriously— are we friends?"

"you sure? what was the first day we met? what did we talk about?"

"you're right and everyone else is wrong?"

"did you do this?"

"don't play games with me, ___."

"what are you doing here?"

"you mean. . . you don't know me?"

"never seen you before today."

"all i know is i'm not supposed to be here."

"you got a powerful way with the mist, ___."

"i've been smelling monster for days now."

"you don't smell like a monster. you smell like a half-blood."

"so— who are you and where'd you come from?"

"i don't know who i am."

"i don't have any memories."

"you've got to help me."

"i just know what you are, and it means trouble."

"what are you talking about?"

"they said an extraction team is on the way."

"whoa there, cupcake."

"i thought you said this thing was stable!"

"but i'm not feeling too godly. are you guys feeling godly?"

"the mist bends reality. it makes mortals see things in a way they can understand— like their eyes might just skip over this valley completely, or they might look at that dragon and see a pile of cables."

"i'm not a regular mortal. i'm a demigod."

"even demigods can be affected."

"monsters infiltrate some place, like a school, pass themselves off as human and everyone thinks they remember that person. they believe they've always been around."

"the mist can change memories, even create memories of things that never happened."

"but ___ is not a monster!"

"we'll figure it out."

"maybe it'll work out with you guys for real."

"every demigod needs a weapon."

"medic! i need some help over here!"

"i just got overwhelmed. so much happened today."

"it's kind of against the rules, but it can be our secret. . ."

"you don't know, do you?"

"maybe i ran away to live among the woodland creatures."

"i'm sure ___'s fine."

"so it's true. you don't know."

"you feeling okay? want to keep going?"

"i want to see everything."

"that sounds cool."

"they get to be immortal?"

"no dating— ever. for eternity."

"what happened to them?"

"we should keep moving."

"we have a long history."

"we're supposed to do dangerous stuff, right?"

"i'm so sorry! i came as fast as i could."

"oh. that's cool."

"don't worry. everybody finds it a little creepy."

"usually i'm harmless."

"something bad is happening."

"do i get a sword?"

"sounds like the god of cowboys."

"died? like— painfully?"

"curses and death. this just gets better and better."

"we got lots of secrets."

#Meme

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𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

#Meme

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It was absolutely hilarious hearing the Toymaker brag about defeating the Master like it was some kind of flex, as though the Master hasn't died in practically every appearance, as though that dipshit's entire life hasn't been the equivalent of the Sixth Doctor regenerating by falling over, as though that idiot isn't somehow simultaneously the best at being basically immortal and the worst at being basically immortal, like this dumbass was killed by Lucy Saxon because he pretty much forgot she was there—you're not special, Toymaker.

#Things

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DOCTOR WHO

⤷ The Witch's Familiar

#Things #TheMasterStuff