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a hundred random starters 

below are starters based on/inspired by various sources. change the genders as you see fit ;)

❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞

❝ have you ever considered the idea that maybe, this world doesn’t revolve around you & your problems? ❞

❝ love is love is love is love. ❞

❝ marriage is an absurd arrangement. one is sold as a fifteen-year-old child and makes a vow one does not understand and then regrets for thirty years or more, and which one can never undo again. ❞

❝ why are you crying this time? ❞

❝ you will never escape. ❞

❝ this isn’t what I wanted! ❞

❝ everything has its consequences. ❞

❝ this face bears the mission of heaven. ❞

❝ no, you shall dismantle the house of lies, but build the temple of the divine. ❞

❝ one copper coin for a bowl of noodles! ❞

❝ that one has the heart of a lion. ❞

❝ I needed to be summoned. ❞

❝ there’s no reason for this hostility! I come in peace. ❞

❝ they died screaming. ❞

❝ why fight anymore? what’s the point of fighting against destiny? ❞

❝ how long have you known? ❞

❝ I can only speak for myself. ❞

❝ the law can be changed. ❞

❝ are you sure you’re not pregnant? ❞

❝ your child is adorable! ❞

❝ you gave him a riddle for his birthday? ❞

❝ you have no fucking right to treat me this way. ❞

❝ your ambition blinds you. ❞

❝ he adores you. ❞

❝ I feel like I should be shocked that you two had sex there, but I’m not anymore. ❞

❝ she’s going to kill you. ❞

❝ have you ever tried the cakes? they’re actually quite delicious. ❞

❝ you’ll need to be punished. ❞

❝ you should learn to lie better. ❞

❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞

❝ I will take back what is mine & kill anyone who stands in my way. ❞

❝ then kill me. ❞

❝ there’s no such thing as love. there is only lust. ❞

❝ you’re selfish. you never think about anyone but yourself. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, but they’re gone. ❞

❝ death is just another adventure. ❞

❝ stop! ❞

❝ let them watch. ❞

❝ you have no shame, do you? ❞

❝ I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. ❞

❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞

❝ alright, tell me the truth, is he good in bed? ❞

❝ she is the best thing in my life. ❞

❝ you love him? ❞

❝ do you love me at all? ❞

❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

❝ please, you have to believe me. I didn’t kill anyone! ❞

❝ history is written by the victorious. ❞

❝ at least she has a heart! you have none. ❞

❝ isn’t it more important that they told you? ❞

❝ the king is displeased. ❞

❝ long live your majesty! ❞

❝ can you stop talking for just one moment & listen to me? ❞

❝ no matter how hard I try, they just won’t stay dead. ❞

❝ he’s a gold digger. he’ll screw anyone & marry them as long as they have money. ❞

❝ o! how sweet love must be! ❞

❝ do you really think that? ❞

❝ quick, you need to hide before they see you! ❞

❝ you taught me to never trust anyone. ❞

❝ this is extreme, even for you. ❞

❝ you guys were pretty loud last night. I guess it was good? ❞

❝ that wasn’t an apology & you know it. ❞

❝ are you a virgin? ❞

❝ I’m married. ❞

❝ best thing I ever did was marrying you. ❞

❝ red roses won’t erase the fact that you broke my heart. ❞

❝ stop taking all the ice cream! ❞

❝ has anyone told you that you’re sort of a little bitch? ❞

❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞

❝ do you want to fight for your land back or not? ❞

❝ I never realized how much of a coward you are. ❞

❝ there’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞

❝ haven’t you ever wanted to escape? to leave this place & explore the world? ❞

❝ i think you’ve had enough to drink. ❞

❝ your ancestors would be ashamed if they saw you. ❞

❝ one of the dolls is missing! ❞

❝ are we going to die here? ❞

❝ well looks like we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma. ❞

❝ I am no longer a child! ❞

❝ the baby won’t stop crying! i don’t know what to do anymore! ❞

❝ what if something happens to them? ❞

❝ once upon a time, I gave a damn about what people thought about me. ❞

❝ if he can get away with this, then so can i! ❞

❝ the dark shall come & take everything you love from you. ❞

❝ it’s the same story over & over again. you’d think people would know better by now. ❞

❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

❝ you are what is wrong with this world. ❞

❝ shattered dreams can drive anyone mad. ❞

❝ I am a phoenix. burn me & I shall return, rising from the ashes. ❞

❝ this is my home. ❞

❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞

❝ running away has never solved a damn thing! ❞

❝ fuck me. ❞

❝ oh the things I’d do to you if we were alone. ❞

❝ stop, he’s not here, remember? he’s gone & he can’t hurt you anymore. ❞

❝ your husband/wife – is he/she good to you? ❞

❝ stop & think a moment, you have to stay & rest. there’s a child who needs you now, you can’t just run & be a fucking idiot. ❞

❝ once, I drank a whole bottle by myself. ❞

❝ what do I want? I want to kiss you a thousand times before undressing you & kissing every bit of your flesh a thousand more times. ❞

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His breathing is growing shallow, the cold air not helping. HIs hands are shoved into his coat pockets, digging them in deeper and in front of him so his jacket swallows him up completely. “Nicole,” He breaths out her name like its part of a song. He lets her talk, he takes every stab to every part of him. His head falls backwards and his eyes look up into the sky - quickly closing as the snow begins to fall on him once more. He’s freezing, but can barely feel it. He’s numb and he hasn’t felt this numb in a while. Lip’s itching for a drink but he knows that he shouldn’t. He knows that he couldn’t but jesus fucking christ, he just wants to walk away and bury his feelings at the bottom of a bottle. 

“I had to leave, okay? I didn’t want too but I needed too.” He’s wording his words carefully, making sure not to spill to much. Making sure he isn’t about to slip up and say exactly why he left. “I didn’t just leave you without saying goodbye, I left everyone. No one heard from me. No one got to send me off, I left because i needed too. I needed to do this for me so that I could come back and be better. better for myself, better for Fiona and everyone else. So that I could be better for you and be the man you actually needed in your life.” He stops talking, catching his breath as his eyes try to grasp onto hers. “If you can’t forgive me, then i don’t blame you. I wouldn’t forgive myself.” He steps closer, risking everything. His eyes swell up and he tries to bat the tears away, if she were to catch onto it - he knows that he would use the, “It’s cold,” excuse. Without thinking, his mouth opens and the three small words fall out.

“I love you.” 

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Mickey’s hands grip onto Ian’s shirt and Ian’s hands instantly fly up to cuff them, pulling them off and throwing them to the others side. “Don’t grip me up.” He mutters, his voice is low and harsh and its a side he hasn’t heard in a while. it’s a voice he doesn’t use on anyone except Frank. “I’m looking you in the eye right now, Mick. Am I not?” He shot back.

“You don’t fuck anybody else? That’s a bullshit lie. How many times have you left me to go stick it in Angie? Just to prove to yourself and everyone around you that you don’t like it in the ass?” He growls. Ian’s eyes are growing and his fingernails are digging into the palms of his hands. He wants to look away, he wants to storm off but he knows this will just escalate into something much more deeper. “You don’t fucking hold me at night. You face the other way as if i’m not even there. Your back is always turned to me. Your kisses are quick unless you’re in the mood to fuck, then i’m lucky to get something more. It’s fucking obvious how i feel for you, do I have to spell it out? I come to you for fucking whatever because at least i’m not afraid to fucking feel.” He steps in closer, this time being the brave one. This time he’s not afraid of the fist that could possibly hit the side of his face. “At least i’m okay with who I am. What’s your excuse?”

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Lip lost himself six months ago. He had nearly drank himself to death, waking up one morning and looking into the mirror - he had only then realized how much he reminded himself of Frank. He couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t turn out like his piece of shit father. Lip wasn’t able to cause anymore damage to his family or Nicole. So he left. He packed his bags and headed off to rehab. Without saying a single goodbye to anyone. He left without a trace and not only till he got there, did he realize how fucked that was. 

But he’s back and he’s sober. His mind is clear and his intentions are better. He had already seen his younger siblings, and then he stopped in to see Fiona. Where he sat down and talked to her about a job - she was hesitant, which Lip gave her the right to be ; but after hours of talking, his old busboy job, was his again. There was only one person left to see and give an apology too and that was Nicole. He already knew it wasn’t going to go well. Lip knew she needed him and he abandoned her but he couldn’t let himself fall deeper into the hole he was already in and he was hoping she would understand that - without actually telling her where he went and for what. 

His hand shook as it balled into a fist, knocking at the door. He had gotten Nicole’s new address from Fiona, after prying her for it. Lip was assuming the kids would run out to him and a smile would be on her face but it was too much of a fantasy. She stepped out and instantly he was shoved backwards. “Fuck, Nicole.” He muttered as he caught himself from falling. He backed up as she moved closer to him again, “Don’t.” He spoke louder this time. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me talk first before you shove me away.” 

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After the two exchanged words, Mickey wasted no time walking out of the hospital. He knew how much Brayden hated them, but little did Bray know, Mickey hated them just as much. The last time he was here, it was for Ian. Even though it was a little bit different, all in all, it was still the same. The same white walls in every room. The same stupid decor that was made to try and make the rooms more ‘homey.’ It was the same amount of nurses running through the halls in panic. It was hell. And Mickey hated it. But he stayed for Ian, and he’ll stay for Brayden.

His head is hanging low as he makes his way up the street to the apartment. Mickey swears he can still smell the hint of smoke in the air, but he’s trying not to pay much attention to it. The apartment has come into view now and his breathing has grown shallow. He didn’t want to do this alone, despite the fact how bad ass he may thinks he is - he wishes he had his boyfriend by his side right now. He sucks it up, a deep breathing piercing his lungs as he walks inside what used to be the couple’s home. He instantly feels his eyes swell up with tears and is desperately trying to convince himself that it’s just the aroma of smoke. 

Mickey doesn’t spend much time in there, not only because of the overwhelming emotions but because he was warned not too. He grabs what was important. Clothes he could salvage for the boy, shoes, books, movies. Whatever was still in decent shape, he grabbed. Whatever wasn’t he planned on replacing it - even if it meant he had to get back into the game. Brayden would forgive him later. 

He showed up at the hospital no later than 2 hours after he left. He tried to be as quick as he possibly could. Mickey didn’t want to leave Brayden alone any longer than he already was. He was escorted back into the room and a smile tried pulling its way across Mick’s face. “I got what I could,” He started, placing the bags down in the corner of the room. He rumbled through them, pulling out Bray’s journal. “I was sure to grab this.” Mickey swayed over to the bed, sitting down at the foot of it as he placed the journal on brayden’s lap. 

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CLOSED STARTER || @amultitudeofmuses

I’M TIRED OF FIGHTING ALONE. 

It’s been a long week for Mandy Milkovich. With Ian not being around, and Mickey on the run, she felt like had absolutely no one in her corner. Not a single soul to turn and run too. Well, she had lip but she didn’t at the same time. Things were rough between them. Mandy had tried multiple times to save their relationship, or what was even left of it. She had fought days in and days out, trying to put effort into something that only began to feel one sided. 

Even with trying to convince herself that things were lost between the pair ; she still found herself sitting on his bed, legs crossed and back rested against the wall. A freshly lit cigarette hung between her fingers, every now and then being brought to her full lips. She inhaled and exhaled, softly and then roughly. 

Lip wasn’t home and she began to wonder when he was ever actually home. It didn’t stop her from waiting around though. Fiona didn’t seem bothered to know that she was around. It’s not like she was bothering anyone or sitting in the kitchen pigging out like Mickey used to do. She sat idly in Lip’s bedrooms. Eyes scanning over every familiar thing, realizing that some things had changed over the years. She shook her head, taking yet another drag. 

That’s when he walked in. Her eyes lit up, even if this might turn to hell. Her eyes grew and she sat up straighter, legs coming undone. Mandy wiggled her toes, trying to make the blood flow once more. “Sorry,” She blurted out when the look on his face changed. “Fiona said I could wait up here for you.” 

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i'm backkkk!!

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“Take that up with Jessa then, she’s always calling me her Ray Of Sunshine. - You can’t blame Michael, he’s always trying to get laid. Poor guy, I don’t think he’s even seen boobs in real life. He’s always had a thing for you, you know?” He lets out a low chuckle, “You should probably let him know you’re not interested before he gets down on one knee.”  

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“What? I’m a ray of sunshine, can’t you tell?” Collin teased, turning his head slightly so the fading smile wasn’t in view. “I don’t drink, actually. But all means, make yourself comfortable in the kitchen.” 

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“You’re not actually my guest. You’re his.” Collin’s hand extended in front of him, then his finger unfolded and pointed in the direction of his roommate. “So, if you want a drink, go badger him.” 

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“I tried for you, you know?” Effy’s eyes closed tightly, lips going into a straight line. She was trying to contain her composure. Effy was trying not to explode directly in front of the other, but it was hard. “I gave you my heart and that’s not something I do often. You told me you loved me, then you just fucked off.” She looks up, tears making her vision blurry but she could still see him through her eyelashes. “You fuckin’ broke me. You don’t get to come back now that you finally figured it all out.” 

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- ̗̀ A little bit of 

H E A V E N 

and a little bit of 

H E L L   ̖́ -

- Indie OC, Rider Starr - Semi Selective / Semi Private - Mun & Muse are 18+ (depending on verse)  - SIDE BLOG TO BLOODYKNUCKLESX

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can someone tell me to stop making side blogs for my OC's?

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“I’m not walking around like i’m the king of anything. I don’t need too, I don’t need a high horse to sit on because I don’t care what anyone thinks. Especially you.” The words flow off his tongue before he even thinks about what he can say. He can’t breathe, everything is going to black while he tells himself to calm down. While he’s trying to be the person he is now and not who he used to be. Everything would be easier if Collin was able to talk about the way he felt. About his past. But not everyone is able to blurt out how they feel. He bites his tongue because he’s almost told Mickey he cares. 

His words hit Collin full force and before he can even open his mouth to speak, a fist is flown into the side of his face. Pain builds up and his hand reaches for the spot thats now throbbing. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Mickey with his hand still cupping his face. A few seconds pass, a few engines roar in the distance and its just enough to snap him back into reality. “You know what, Mick?” He speaks, moving closer to the male. Both of his hands are at his sides. Not balled into fists, he’s silently patting himself on the back for it. “Fuck you.” The words roll off his tongue, bitter and sweet. “I have nothing to say to you. I want nothing to do with you. Don’t worry about waiting around for me, because I wont show up.” He stops talking and shakes his head, disgust grabbing ahold of his features. “... And when you’re tossing around at night when you can’t sleep and you start to think of me... Wank off or something, call one of your ex’s. Go punch someone again. but don’t fucking call me. Don’t come ‘round my place.” He backs up, stepping backward into the direction his place is in. “I mean it, Mick. I want nothing to fuckin’ do with you.” Collin whips around before the tears that have been building up, break loose. He walks slowly, parts of him wanting Mickey to chase after him - drop at his knees and apologize. The other part of him is screaming FUCK HIM. 

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Collin stood outside, the air whipping around him - piercing his skin as he tucked his arms. He was breathing harshly, itching for a cigarette. He had to keep reminding himself that he was stronger than this. Just as he began to remind himself, he’s shoved. He turns around, ready to apologize to a bypasser for being in the way, apparently. But he’s faced with Mickey again. “Are you serious?” Is all he’s able to mutter until he has Mickeys shirt wrapped in his fist and the others back pressed against the wall. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me like you’re some badass. I don’t give a shit how many people you beat to a pulp, I got some news for you - I’ve probably done worse.” He exhales deeply, letting go of Mick’s shirt, flattening it out before he steps back, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “I’m warning ya now Mick. Don’t touch me.” Collin wasn’t afraid of Mickey, it was the complete opposite. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid of what he’s capable of if he gets pissed off enough. 

Collin throws his head back, trying to force the laugh down. This wasn’t funny. Nothing was funny. If only he’d open his mouth and tell Mickey the truth. Tell him all of the fucking feelings he has buried deep. But he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes meet the others again and theres a look on his face that he hasn’t used in a while. “Last time I checked, you fucked off to mexico, right? I moved here long before you came back. This may be your neighborhood but i’m not afraid of someone who still walks around like their shit don’t stink.” He stops talking, trying to read Mickey. “You’re only making a fool out of yourself. Look at you! You just can’t let shit go.”