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plot where our muses hook up during college orientation, but then end up as random roommates in the fall

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* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

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Misc. sentence & symbol starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction (sfw & nsfw):

Feel free to change pronouns/etc, or add descriptions of what’s happening!

“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it. But once you get out? All Hell breaks loose.”

“I don’t need you to hold my hand. I can do this alone.”

“That letter you wrote–did you mean every word?”

“Come watch the sunset with me.”

“Once, just once, I’d like for someone to bring me flowers instead of corpses.”

“Everyone I’ve asked says you’re someone who can’t be trusted. What do you make of that?”

“You’ve been so quiet, lately. Is there something we need to talk about?”

“Nobody completes another person. There’s no such thing as a soulmate.”

“If we die tomorrow, I want you to know that you were the (best/worst) thing to ever happen to me.”

“Love doesn’t always involve suffering. At the very least, it shouldn’t.”

“Who taught you love was supposed to hurt?”

“I’m not asking for your deepest, darkest secrets. I’m just asking you to open up a little.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t.”

“Does (name/pronoun) know you’re here with me?”

“When they died, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I just… got lost.”

“Rage will only get you so far.”

“There are more lives at stake here than the ones you care about! What gives you the right to decide that one person’s life weighs more than countless others?”

“You look at (name/pronoun) like you want to fuck (name/pronoun).” 

“It’s been a bad day, please pay attention to me.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Can you stop eye-fucking me for five minutes?”

“What I’m saying is: I want to fuck you.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but your hand keeps brushing my groin.”

“Hands to yourself until I say otherwise.”

“On your knees, there we go.”

“Everyone knows the two of you have been fucking.”

“Getting laid might help you relax a little.”

“I could kiss you all day.”

“I’m not saying I don’t love you. I’m saying I don’t trust you.”

“Don’t think for one second that there’s anything I wouldn’t do for (name/pronoun).”

“Did I ever tell you about my parents?”

“You must have done something truly awful, to end up where you are now.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Stop trying to make me feel guilty.”

“Tell me something nice, please. About anything.”

“If you don’t get out of bed, I’ll pour this coffee on you.”

“I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”

“If you would just let me take care of you, this would be a lot easier on us both.”

“What makes you think I’d ever help you?”

“Do you need me to kill someone?”

Symbols (add as much or as little description as you’d like!)

★ to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth and drag them out of sight

❉ to kiss my muse on the mouth (or somewhere else, if specified)

↑ to pick my muse up and carry them, for whatever reason

™ to wrap an arm around my muse’s shoulders and pull them in for a hug

♫ to playfully slap my muse’s ass

✂ to grab my muse by the throat

☛ to start shouting at my muse for something they did

♦ to slide a drink towards my muse (alcoholic or otherwise)

♠ to tend to my muse when they wake up injured and confused in your muse’s home, having been rescued by your muse

≠ to slap my muse across the face!

♡ to touch my muse any way you’d like - add a description!

Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ roles to be reversed!

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♧ (whichever docco u like)

MANHANDLING SYMBOL STARTERS

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch

Lukas looked over, his eyes widening before he practically fell out of his chair as he scrambled to cross the room in several less bounds than usual.

“No no nonoNO–!”

He only just managed to smack the Doctor’s hand away from his project table, glaring at the woman with a deeply set frown.

“Did you listen to nothing during the power point presentation?” he asked, trying not to show weakness as he rubbed the shin he’d banged on the futon, choosing to project all of his pain unto her.

                    “I know you’re different every time you change, that’s why we have the power points. But there’s one thing that never changes.”

With a jab of his finger, Lukas gestured to a piece of paper taped to the glass wall of his office, the words having been written largely in English with red sharpie, then much smaller all around in various colours and languages.

                     DO NOT               TOUCH LUKAS’                   PROJECTS

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❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple, anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞

                “Well, good to see you’re embracing the staples of the Scottish, Sara….                                  But that really doesn’t explain why you’re outside my flat at six in the morning. In Scotland.”

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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                               ( starter call : capped @ 5 )

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i will always hold that quote dear to my heart. it was from my first rp with lia’s gwen and all this time later it’s still the most lukas thing to ever be said. i’ve had it on my computer’s notes this entire time--even when i switched laptops. miss you, limabean.

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                                           ❝What’s it take to make you care?❞

        ❝A strong cup of coffee and the end of the world.❞   

                                                  independent, mutuals-only                                                 Torchwood Original Character                                                           penned by JACK

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but what if... I came back...

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orangeflamewrites:

“Then you should probably not say stuff like that, don’t you think?”

         “Pretty sure I can say what I like, darling.”

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wearethelasttwo:

       “I am aware, yes… Might I ask what brought you into my TARDIS?“

   The Doctor had been trying to test out hologram clothing. It had apparently not worked automatically, as he had hoped. The idea had come to him as a precaution for if he or a companion forgot to grab clothes for a shower and there was a towel slip incident, inspired by his time lodging at Craig’s place.

Lukas gaped for a moment before righting himself, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Not what he’d expected, but then again, no one really knew what to expect when it came to the crazy Doctor and his Tardis, did they?

         “You, uh, you didn’t hear the knocking?”--more like pounding, really--“ or my, uh, calling out?”--more like shouting, again, really--“because... uh... Torchwood.”

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Rules: we’re snooping upon your playlist. Set your entire playlist on shuffle and report the first 10 tracks that pop up and then choose 10 friends. Repost, do not reblog! -

tagged by: @timekeepxr​

Mercy : Hurts

Stay My Ground : Within Temptation

Stay Alive : Jose Gonzalez

Evermore : Josh Groban

It Makes No Difference Who We Are (Wish Upon a Blackstar) : Celldweller

Night Sky : Lux Laterna

The Last Goodbye : Billy Boyd

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful : Florence and the Machine

Little Talks : Of Monsters and Men

Closer : The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

Tagging: @orangeflamewrites​, @torchwoodsretcon​, @imjustanauthor​, and anyone else who feels so inclined!

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asortofsensation:

Maybe this one would listen.

“Please, just - five minutes, is all I ask.” Quick to plead, so easily brushed off by Torchwood in the past, Eugene catches the other’s wrist in a desperate attempt for their attention. He had findings; he had the eye, for crying out loud. A child genius - surely to Torchwood, he could be useful…right? “I’m not going to waste your time, promise. Just five minutes, or for however long it takes for you to drink a cup o'tea. Please?”

Lukas pursed his lips, thinking of a million reasons to turn the guy down but not actually wanting to bother with any of them. The sheer fact that he’d been basically stalked all the way back up to Glasgow and to his favorite cafe said a lot about the young man’s tenacity... and also his startling amount of free time.

               “Fine, but only because you bothered with the train from Cardiff to Glasgow, and for that I feel sorry for you.”

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timekeepxr:

         Sara half-turned to face Lukas, and her assassin’s gaze immediately trained on the tells that he no longer bothered trying to conceal from her, or perhaps that she could read now regardless due to repeated exposure. “Right, not a big deal.” She assured him, but there was a glimmer of her smile pulling at the corner of her lips. 

          When she had been asked, rather awkwardly, to join him for the holidays, she hadn’t imagined that he had his whole extended family in mind, but seeing him like this, it was worth any misgivings she had. Lukas off balance and almost… bumbling. She would have paid to see it. Touching the side of her neck, she  “**Don’t worry, your family will be very surprised at my mastery of Swedish, I’m sure.**” 

            Tapping her throat again, she was back in English. “You don’t need to worry.” She smiled, no longer teasing and hopefully reassuring, her fingers reached out to smooth back his hair and gently rub the base of his neck. “I’ve faced immortal psychopaths, magic-users, the former Ra’s al Ghul, and a very annoying speedster– I can take your relatives.” 

              Leaning over in the small automobile, she strained against his seatbelt until she planted a smacking kiss on his cheek. “Re-laaaax, Lukas.” 

Her kiss was reassuring, but the fact that she was downplaying how rowdy the Engstrom clan could be wasn’t reassuring at all.

“I told you the story about how we all got banned from Disney Paris, right?” he asked, hoping to jog her memory at the fact his family was... well. They were Engstroms.

         It wasn’t as though he disliked his family. Quite the opposite: he loved them. They were large and silly and ridiculous but they had not once ever made him feel strange for the fact that he was the only cousin who never played a sport ever, for the fact that he’d decided to pursue astrophysics and engineering rather than go for the Navy like his father. Sure, they teased him mercilessly for his “allegiance” to the United Kingdom, but if it ever came down to it they would trust him as they would trust one another.          They were just... large. And sometimes a bit overwhelming for most non-Engstrom folk. They were like the fae, except they didn’t steal little children.

       “I’ll relax when I’m dead. Or when I have a coffee in me.”

A flick of the turn signal and Lukas pulled into the parking complex of his parents’ building, quickly parking and putting up his visitor’s sticker that they’d mailed him a week prior.

He unbuckled and sat back, taking a few deep breaths.

“Why is it that every Christmas before now, some alien or another has tried to take over Britain? Can’t a guy get a little slack?”

Not that he didn’t want them to meet Sara. He’d invited her, after all.

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torchwoodsretcon:

The Godtier obediently followed Lukas up the stairs, his fingers trailing across the railing. Feeling the cold, hard, and smooth surface slide under his, or rather Greer’s, skin. 

“Tell me, is this ‘cuppa’, a common term? Is it something that all English speakers say?”

“Mostly, from what I’ve seen. Everyone here but Ricky, though he does when he’s sassing the accent.”

Lukas propped the kitchen door open behind the Godtier, kicking the doorstop underneath before he moved to get the electric kettle boiling and the a refill of water for the keurig.

“Is Greer okay?” he asked, absentmindedly despite the fact that he genuinely cared, “I mean, last time we saw you was when he nearly got shot. So... he didn’t have an episode or anything, did he?”