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Send, "Oh, fuck it." for sender's muse to suddenly kiss receiver's!

(Send "I wasn't expecting that." for receiver to kiss sender.)

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If you are a Trump supporter, please unfollow me. And for those in the United States, I’m giving you a really big hug right now. It’s going to be okay.

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Softer Love

"Will you hold me? Just for a while?"

"It's not too much to ask for - to be loved."

"It feels better when you're here."

"Hold my hand. Don't let go."

"Promise me you'll hold on."

"I don't feel so cold now. Because you're here."

"My heart aches when you're away."

"Share a blanket with me?"

"We should just stay in and watch a movie."

"Oh, I saw this and thought of you."

"I wanted to bring you here. I knew you'd like it."

"Let me take you to my favourite place."

"You light up the room for me."

"I can hear your breathing. It makes me feel safe."

"Can I listen to your heartbeat?"

"We don't need to do anything. I just want you to be here."

"Can I hold your hand?"

"You bought this for me..?"

"You're always cold, so I got you a scarf."

"I know you're right behind me."

"I can't sleep until I hear you get home."

"You can tell me when you're not okay."

"Just get some rest, okay? I'll be right here."

"I bought your favourite food."

"I made you your favourite meal."

"I picked up some of that tea you like."

"Oh! I saw a dog today, let me show you a picture -"

"You were talking in your sleep. It was cute."

"I can't imagine being here without you."

"I had a nightmare that you left me."

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@jgoldberg | cont.

What the heck?

That was the first thought that came into her mind as Sarah woke up. Earlier, she was cuddling with Joe in his bed. She felt safe in his arms. But all good things must come to end - telling him that she would go home. Actually, she was staying at a hotel. And then just as she was about to leave - everything turned black. Her eyes would open to find herself surrounded by glass, and seeing Joe just sitting at a table.

The average person would be terrified, but Sarah was confused. Why was she placed in here? Did she do something wrong? Offend Joe someway? This was all so confusing for her. Joe seemed like a nice man, why on earth would he have something like this in his home? That's...that's quite strange.

Sarah panicked slightly when her left arm felt suddenly light, shock to find her wrist device was gone. She had been so use to having it on (...it did eventually get stuck), she completely forgot how heavy it was. Her eyes searched around, finally noticing it was on the table. Don't press any buttons, Joe! She thought. It's dangerous....

She was bold enough to ask why she was in here, and his answer did not help answer her question. Sarah was fascinating? That made her laugh. Sarah was nothing. A loser. No one loved her or cared about her. Why would this man care about her? Who knows.

Sarah's hand would rest on the glass, wishing she could be in his arms right now. She didn't like this. Being in this cage made her feel like she was a hamster.

His sentence brought a genuine smile to her lips. Sarah liked Joe, she cared about him. Okay, maybe she had a bit of a crush on him. And it seemed he had the same feelings. He just...had an different way in expressing it.

"I...I...ca-ca-care...a...a...bout you, too. Y...Y...You're...v...er....im...im...im...portant...to...me." The words just came out; her voice was naturally soft, a slight hint of a British accent could be heard. The joys of being under the same roof with your grandparents, who immigrated from Britain.

"...MMMMMM...iss...being....h....h...eld...by...you." One would think that was a lie, but it was the truth. Sarah rarely liked being hugged, but she liked Joe's hugs. He was a good hugger.

Her gaze shifted to the table, the sight of that time travelling device made her whimper. Softly, she would blow on a small section on the glass; some fog on the glass. 'Don't touch ANY button on that thing. It's dangerous.' She written on the fog, slowly fading into nothingness.

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Insufferable individuals don't live long, especially around me. Sarah was not use to hearing a form of a threat, and that sentence alone brought a shiver down her spine. Nervously, she pressed her lips together, slowly nodding as her gaze moved to the ground. Be on your best behaviour, Sarah. Do not upset him. She did not want to die.

But the next thing she heard come out of Namor's mouth surprised her. Do you want to see underwater? She had been asked many questions throughout her life; some were odd and some were fine for her to be asked. But this one, was one question that left her puzzled. How is that even possible?

She was never the strongest swimmer and she had every girl's dream to be a mermaid - swimming with the fishes and practically live in the water forever. She wanted to yes, but apart of her was afraid. Was this some kind of trap? Would he hurt her once her feet touched the water? Or would he kill her when he has the chance? Was there a reason for him to harm her? No, and it's probably just her worrying over nothing - but still...

Sarah's eyes would focus on his hand, biting her lip. She was silent, unsure if she should accept his offer or not. Her gaze moved to the water, hearing the waves crash against the rocks brought her comfort. If she died - does her potential death sound more beautiful of dying in the water instead on land? Slowly her hand would reach over and gently hold his hand, a shy smile would appear on her freckled cheeks. Nodding slowly. Yes, she wanted to see the underwater world.

He didn't appreciate the other's demeanor. Her audacity was something to be reckoned with.

Though Namor was no longer considered king of Atlantis, his temper hasn't changed in the slightest.

The Sub-Mariner could sympathize with Sarah, however. He overlooked her lippy and cheeky approach, about to voice an answer when the flicker of mischief was noticed deep in her eyes.

"Insufferable individuals don't live long, especially around me." He warned, with arms crossed over his chest as he hoped she'd catch the memo.

Despite acting like he was annoyed, there was a hint of amusement under it all. Namor felt like he could find her presence delightful, should she not appear as often as the annoying dolphins he met long ago and haven't left him alone ever since.

Namor could tell she had a lot on her mind, but dared not question lest he'd be bothered by even more trivialities. Even so, his demeanor could be questioned ⸺ seeing as he was curious even.

She was much like the merfolk when they first reached the shore, only to be bombarded with knowledge of earth-dwellers. Namor always thought their culture and customs was dangerous for the merfolk to learn.

"Of course i can ⸺ Namor doesn't lie nor has these feathered feet just for show!" He retorted with indignant fervor. But reading Sarah's next words made him even more sure of what he wanted to do.

"Don't mention it. Patience isn't a virtue i have much of, but it certainly isn't lacking." The words kept coming, "Do you want to see underwater?"

With a hand held out, the first mutant kept in mind he wouldn't be able to fly with her for his wings weren't strong enough to keep two people in flight. But he could show her the world underneath the waves.

One of the Atlantean candies popular with the kids there enabled earth-dwellers to breathe underwater for some time. Maybe she could have one.

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A curious gaze followed Joe as he walked over to his personal display of books, searching through before picking out on book. It amazed Sarah to see someone own so many books; he could almost start up his own public library. There were so many books. She wondered if he actually read them all. Probably not -- maybe.

Her hands would delicately hold the book, afraid of her somehow damaging it if she allowed her hands to move within an inch. She would stare at the book in awestruck - no one had ever allowed her to borrow a book before. What a rare opportunity for her to experience. "Hmmmmmm...." She hummed softly, her thumbs would caress its sides, as her fingers gently traces on the front cover. It was colourful - perfect to catch Sarah's attention.

Sarah would slowly open the book, reading over its synopsis; her eyes grew slightly wide as she read along. Oh, Sarah knows this is for sure the type of book she would read. Gently she would set the book down on the table. And then she would look at Joe, staring at him for quite sometime. Until a smile would appear, along with a soft giggle. Quickly, she would stand up from her seat and arms would wrap around him. Hugs were a great way in thanking someone.

She would give him one gentle squeeze before letting go, picking up her backpack and placed it on the chair. Opening it up, she would carefully place the book inside before setting her backpack back on the ground. And then there she goes giving him another hug. Thank you! Thank you so much, Joe! She so desperately wanted to say to him.

Sarah was naive. It could be solely her personality, but the blame could be placed on her mother for never teaching her the dangers of talking to strangers. Especially when one chose to go to that stranger's home. Sarah thought Joe was simply a nice man, if only she knew the dangers she just put herself in.

𖥸 ─ You’re cute, with your freckles and small hands. They remind me of RIP Beck’s small, small hands but no – no – I can’t think about her now. I won’t kill my buzz. This is fun, though a bit eccentric. I speak, you write. It’s impressive and your writing is as pretty as a lone field of grass and flowers. And when you smile, you mean it. Sarah, you are genuine. RIP Love had a mousy way of writing, little scribbles like little scampering paws on paper. But you, you write like you are dancing, like a ballerina. It’s so beautiful I could get lost in the curves of each letter.

I don’t know why you prefer to write than talk. I don’t think you’re mute? I think you’re shy. But then, what kind of shy girl follows a guy to their home like it’s nothing? That’s not shy – adventurous and borderline suicidal, more like. Do you hate yourself, Sarah? You barely know who I am...

The way your head tilts when I speak reminds me of a little curious bird. A small bird I could hold in my cupped hands. You’re so attentive and it’s so refreshing.

I watch you become upset over your dried marker and retrieve another, then ask me for recommendations. I smile. Yeah, I can help with that. “Not scary, huh?” I walk around the counter and reach my personal bookshelf in my living room. I move my fingers across the titles. I devour everything and anything, but clearly that’s not your case. Then I stop at one novel, a hard cover, and slip it from the shelf. When I return, I give you the book. There’s an old lady on the front cover peaking through blinds in a window. The title reads: Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers. I learned a thing or two from that book, but you don't need to know that.

“It’s more fun than it looks”, I assure you, “it’s a murder mystery. Since you’re into Nancy Drew, this might just be a good match.”

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⭐️⚜️Golden Stars Time ⚜️⭐���

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general unwell starters

"You just passed out."

"Are you okay? I'm worried about you."

"You're really shaking."

"Why are you so cold?"

"Why are you so hot?"

"You're not breathing right."

"Is your chest okay? You keep grabbing it."

"Wait, are you crying?"

"I can't hold your weight by myself -"

"You just went white as a sheet."

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

"You're too light."

"Something's wrong."

"You need help."

"Let me help you?"

"Okay, your heart beat is really weak."

"We need to take you to the hospital."

"I think this bone might be broken."

"There's a lot of blood."

"I think your nose is bleeding."

"Oh, that's not meant to bend like that."

"I heard a crack."

"Hold onto me. Don't close your eyes."

"I'm begging you to stay awake!"

"Your eyes aren't meant to look like that."

"You need to sit down."

"We're going to get you out of here."

"Nice, slow breaths, okay?"

"You're going to get better."

"I need to get you help. I need to help you."

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W C N D E R L A N D R E A M E R ; Independent and selective rp blog of Phoebe Lichten from Phoebe in Wonderland (2008). Mild triggering themes will be presented on here; blood, gore, and violence. Minors (under 18) and non rp blogs - please go away! Adored by Hillary (25+ she/they)

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Sarah struggled making friends. Growing up, she was bullied a lot by the neighbourhood kids and classmates for being non-verbal. They would nickname her 'silent film' and 'silent time.' The only friends she had were Ruthie and Santiago. Ruthie was a childhood friend, whom they known each other since they were babies, no thanks to their mothers being good friends. Santiago was a mexican immigrant, who just lived three houses away from her grandparents' home. They became good friends right around when they started middle school.

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@jgoldberg | cont.

Sarah sat on a chair near the counter, her feet dangled above the ground. The joy of being short. Her backpack tucked underneath her seat. Those green eyes wouldzig zag around the area; admiring the condition of Joe's home. It was cozy and welcoming. She liked that. If she owned a home, she hoped it would be just as cozy and welcoming to those that visited as Joe has it.

Books were a rather rare item to live under the same roof as Sarah. Her grandparents tended to be a bit old fashion, believing reading was nothing more but a waste of time. Unless one chose to read the newspaper or the bible. Her grandparents would not allow their only grandchild to read, but that did not stop her from sneaking a few books; Nancy Drew and a few fantasy books. She more so enjoyed reading fantasy; often wishing she could go on such adventures like those characters did.

She smiled, it was genuine. She enjoyed hearing Joe's words, rarely did she meet someone that she could discuss about books with. It was nice topic of conversation for her. Her head would tilt, carrying a curious expression. It was book title she never heard of, but it did sound intriguing for her to at least check it out.

Once again, that sweet smile would make its way back on her freckled face, gently picking up her marker - removing its cap and pressed the tip against the blank page of her notebook.

'I've never heard of - ' Oh no! Her marker dried out. With a sigh of frustration, she would pull her backpack from under the chair. She placed her marker inside the front pocket of her backpack, proceeding to unzip and rummage through it. With luck, she found a marker - she should probably buy a few more sometime soon.

She would flash him a shy smile, her a way of apologizing. Shoving her backpack once more underneath the chair before resuming to take a seat. 'That book before, I'll check it out!' She scribbled down.

'I need to try and read other books that are not part of the fantasy genre. Could you give me a few recommendations? I do not care what genre they fall under, as long as its not scary...'

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Do you know what Sarah always wanted to see? Snow.

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@mikaels0n-elijah sent: "Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" From Protective prompts. Always Accepting !

Today was suppose to be a good day. Sarah had it all planned out; get her favourite chocolate bar, kit-kat and a cherry cola from the grocery store. After, she would go to the music store to pick up a few records - she managed to luck out with finding a few records of Frank Sinatra. She was hoping to get more, but she was happy with what she purchased. Today was such a great day for it.

Night time had arrived - it was time for Sarah to go home. Well, not exactly home - she was staying at a motel, but it was somewhat safe. She was still trying to figure out what to do and how to get a proper roof over her head. But she could worry about that another time, at least she was somewhere safe.

The redhead had walked down the empty sidewalk, and for a change - she decided to take a short cut through an alleyway. Big mistake. Sarah could hear footsteps from behind, she did her best to ignore it, but the anxiety soon crawled up to her mind. She turned behind - two men were following her, causing a nervous whimper to slip out. Just ignore them.

In a blink of an eye - the men had suddenly flashed in front of her. They smiled, but sharp canines were exposed. The sight caused her to gasp and just as she tried to make a run for it - they pushed her against the wall, eager to taste her blood. Sarah was terrified, all she could do was shield her face with her hands - preparing to die.

Now there was silence. Her eyes opened and there was no sight of the men. She was alone, until the sudden voice startled her. The redhead turned to see a man - a nicely dressed man standing before her. She would slowly blink, processing his question. Oh, he seemed kind.

"Hmph!" She would hum in response, gently shaking her head. She would set her bag down, reaching inside to take out her notebook and a marker. 'No, I'm alright. Thank you though!' She would scribble down on a clean page.

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Sarah is going to go as Nancy Drew for Halloween.

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Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!

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Sarah loves music. She can play the violin; she owned one that was given to her mother as a birthday gift, who found it for a good price at a yard sale. Sarah's grandmother was a music teacher in the past, and gladly taught Sarah how to play the violin. Sarah's favourite song to play on the violin is Coldplay's Yellow.

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There are two things sarah is a bit afraid of; alarm-like sounds (even the fire alarm) and the dark. Although she was only a child during the Second World War, she very much so remembers those black out drills her and her family had to do nearly every day. Hearing that alarm to remind citizens that it was time for the drill - she hated it. And spending hours in the dark in her grandparents basement, practically freezing and having that fear that Sacramento might be attacked - terrified her. Now hearing any form of an alarm, she gets really scared, worried she may have to go in the dark once more. As for the dark, Sarah sleeps with a stuffed bear, often leaving her bedroom door open with the hallway on.