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I forgot how lonely I get during holidays…
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Send in 🍬 + a candy and my muse will be forced to try it!
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Sparring/Training Sentence Starters
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“Come on, then! Hit me!”
“Your stance is all wrong.”
“Am I doing this right?”
“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”
“Get down and give me 20!”
“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”
“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!”
“Nice punch! Now do it again!”
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.”
“My grip feels off…”
“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.”
“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”
“Here, you put your feet like this…”
“Relax. I’m trying to help.”
“Can you teach me how to __?”
“God, we stink.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“Are you alright?”
“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?”
“Come on! Another round!”
“You can win this time!”
“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!”
“What are you doing up at this hour?”
“Where did you get that bruise?”
“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”
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“Come on, then! Hit me!”
“Your stance is all wrong.”
“Am I doing this right?”
“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”
“Get down and give me 20!”
“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”
“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!”
“Nice punch! Now do it again!”
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.”
“My grip feels off…”
“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.”
“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”
“Here, you put your feet like this…”
“Relax. I’m trying to help.”
“Can you teach me how to __?”
“God, we stink.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“Are you alright?”
“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?”
“Come on! Another round!”
“You can win this time!”
“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!”
“What are you doing up at this hour?”
“Where did you get that bruise?”
“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”
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Send in 🍬 + a candy and my muse will be forced to try it!
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I forgot how lonely I get during holidays...
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Send me "How'd you get this?" For my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars and asking how they got it.
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Stress Sentence Starters
“I don’t have time right now”
“I have to get this done tonight or I’m screwed”
“I can’t even try to think at the moment”
“Just fuck off for a few hours”
“Don’t touch me I’m busy”
“I can’t stop thinking about it”
“Everything is happening to much”
“It’s too loud! Shut it off!”
“Get me another coffee”
“I know my eyes are red but I can’t sleep now”
“Just one more energy drink and I’ll be fine”
“I can’t handle this right now”
“Just…. stop”
“It’s not ‘stress eating’ it’s…. eating when I’m stressed”
“I need a cigarette”
“Get me a beer”
“Get me a shot”
“Fuck- I need another pencil now, NOW”
“Don’t even think about asking me what’s wrong!”
“Fuck you and fuck everything”
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Stress Sentence Starters
“I don’t have time right now”
“I have to get this done tonight or I’m screwed”
“I can’t even try to think at the moment”
“Just fuck off for a few hours”
“Don’t touch me I’m busy”
“I can’t stop thinking about it”
“Everything is happening to much”
“It’s too loud! Shut it off!”
“Get me another coffee”
“I know my eyes are red but I can’t sleep now”
“Just one more energy drink and I’ll be fine”
“I can’t handle this right now”
“Just…. stop”
“It’s not ‘stress eating’ it’s…. eating when I’m stressed”
“I need a cigarette”
“Get me a beer”
“Get me a shot”
“Fuck- I need another pencil now, NOW”
“Don’t even think about asking me what’s wrong!”
“Fuck you and fuck everything”
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“O-Oh.. I-its not a problem really..” He gave a soft smile. “I-I have to get food for Fang anyway...”
Cough cough
M-miss Annie, a-are you alright? *hands you a washcloth* Y-you need a d-doctor!
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“Th-thanks.. I..I havent r-really had a lot o-of friends..” Jack muttered to himself.
Cough cough
M-miss Annie, a-are you alright? *hands you a washcloth* Y-you need a d-doctor!
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“I-I… Um..” He began to fidget. “When I g-get angry.. or wh-when I get really s-sad.. I-I turn into a… A wolf…” He winced, the words seeming to bring back some bad memories. “I-it’s why I-I was alone f-for so long…”
Cough cough
M-miss Annie, a-are you alright? *hands you a washcloth* Y-you need a d-doctor!
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He nodded slowly. “Wh-what do you want to kn-know?” He asked as he slowly started walking.
Cough cough
M-miss Annie, a-are you alright? *hands you a washcloth* Y-you need a d-doctor!
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Broken
Broken.
A word that meant a lot and, as he would put it, the thing that described him to the very core.
Broken.
His mothers death had broken him. There were nights when all he’d do is punch the thick trunks of the green pine forest in order to feel whole, to not slip through the cracks of insanity. but his body didn’t want him to stay broken for long.
Months had elapsed since his mothers death when he woke up in the middle of a wolf pack, all snuggled up against him for warmth. Months after he left that pack, Whispers of the Wolf boy were carried on the winds. But that was in the forest. Here, he was just some lost boy scout who was too shy to even ask for directions.
What was he even doing here? The whispers of the group known as the Armed Detective agency guided him here, but would he even fit in with them? a soft sigh passed his lips, whipping around the tall buildings, riding along on the winds. He quickly walked away as a small, orange tabby followed suit. His new family.
“May name is Jack London. I am broken. But one day I hope to be whole again.”
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Reblog if you want a "why are you so..." in your ask.
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