#memeasaurus promptus

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[Kel -> Maddy in the middle of the night]

Kel: heyyy

Kel: ur so prettyy

Kel: pls pk me up lol drnk as fuck rn

[ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive]

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[sharpodjects]

Enemies and Rivals (by @memeasaurus-promptus)

“Oh great it’s you.”

“You don’t know how to stay dead, do you?”

“Like hell I’d let you win this time.”

“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance.”

“You’ve been in a thorn in my side for far too long.”

“We need to stop meeting up like this.”

“It sickens me to admit that I need your help.”

“You may have beaten me last time, but this time you will pay.”

“Admit it- your life would be boring without me.”

“I’d kill you without a second thought if given the opportunity.”

“Don’t get used to this- I still very much hate you.”

“Still have that stick up your ass, I see.”

“Someone has to pull you off your high horse and watch you break your neck.”

“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual.”

“I hope you came prepared this time.”

“I’d be disappointed if you weren’t expecting me.”

“Aw, did you miss me?”

“I’d say I’d see you in hell, but I’d rather not see you in all of eternity.”

“Did you get uglier since the last time I saw you?”

“Aren’t you looking positively trollish today.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, it’s just a little healthy competition.”

“Win, lose, doesn’t matter as long as you come on top, doesn’t it?”

“I did warn you that the next time we’d meet I’d put you through a window.”

“You’d hate to see me die by anyone else’s hands.”

“I’m winning this time. Not you.”

“I’m starting to think you’re stalking me.”

“Yes, it’s me again.”

“Why don’t you do us all a favor and walk off a cliff?”

[starscreamloki]

Short sentence Loki Muses (3/3)

A/N: I came across a list of sentence starters made by @memeasaurus-promptus​ and I thought it would be funny to write a mini drabble with every one of them for Loki. The idea was to keep it between three and ten sentences. There were a lot of them so I decided to divide them into three posts. If anyone wants to use them for a fic, feel free.

“Does it get lonely?” He couldn’t deny the fear he felt, his heart hammering in his chest as he was pressed with his back against the wall, Loki hovering menacingly over him. Still, he raised his chin as he stared the God dead in the eye.

Briefly he caught the confusion in those green eyes, but then they hardened and a snarl formed on that perfect face. “Do not ask about that which you don’t understand,” Loki hissed.

“Maybe I understand more than you know,” he defied, raising his hand to touch Loki’s cheek.

To his amazement, Loki let him.

“Oh god, please don’t hurt me!”

“The God part is correct, the hurting part is not,” the tall man with the penetrating green eyes said.

“God part?”

The man chuckled. “I am Loki, God of Mischief and Lies, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

“Your god has no sway here.” A vile grin spread across Loki’s face as he noticed the Mortal’s fear. “You can scream for your god all you want, but I assure you, you shall not be heard.”

A cold finger traced over the Mortal’s cheek who was petrified with fear. “The only God who shall hear your screams, is me.” Then he leaned in to whisper in the Human’s ear. “Scream for me!”

“And what brings you into my domain, little one?” The mischievous God asked with a wolfish grin.

The mortal arched an eyebrow, not impressed by the antics of the God. “My feet.”

“Oh, sassy. I like that,” Loki chuckled and then his tone turned menacing. “At last, a challenge.”

“I think I just woke something up. Something powerful.” Uncertainly you looked at your friend who mimicked your expression.

A wicked laugh curled around the both of you - it made your breaths hitch in your throats.

“Oh, you have,” a voice purred once the laugh had ceased. “You will dread this moment, dread the day, you have called upon a God of old.”

“W-who a-are you?” you stammered, your head whipping left and right to find the source of the person who had spoken.

That laugh was back, sending shivers down your spine. “You shall soon discover, Little Mortals.”

“Um… Hello? Any- Anyone listening?”

Loki rolled his eyes and snapped his book shut. This was the tenth day in a row you had been calling out and apparently he was the only one who heard you. Of all the Godlings out there, he was the one who had to put up with you.

It frustrated him immensely, he couldn’t even read a book and he was going to put a halt to it now! One way, or another...

“This is stupid. Of course no God will listen to me.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because what God would listen to me? Why would a God even listen to a human, or give them attention? If they are real, they only play with their little ant-boxes. They don’t intervene.” A weary and defeated sigh escaped the human. “And why should they?”

Loki chuckled, a little smile playing on his lips, but he didn’t speak.

“What is so funny?”

“Have I ever told you who I truly am, Mortal?”

“You probably look nothing like your statue,” you murmured to the man you couldn’t see.

“Probably not,” he chuckled.

For days someone had been speaking to you; a voice only you could hear. You thought you were loosing your mind, going insane and one day short of becoming a total basket case. Nobody else could hear the voice, but to you it was real.

The voice - or rather the person the voice belonged to - was none other than Loki, the Norse God of Lies and Mischief.

His next words made your heart skip a beat with anticipation. “Would you care to see?”

“I hope this shrine is worthy enough for you…” you trailed, looking at your feet.

Loki inspected the small table with trinkets closer. Long slender fingers caressed a marvelous, green stone; the flat of his hand gliding over the black, silken cloth and his green eyes drawn to a golden pendant that spelled his name in runes.

His face was a mask until he turned to you, a smile softening his features and reaching his eyes. “Mortal, everything you make or do for me is worthy because you have made and done it for me. That devotion is all a God can ask for.”

“I’m here as a sacrifice, as promised by my people.”

“And what am I to do with such a pathetic sacrifice?” the God asked dismayed, looking down on the creature with a wrinkled nose.

“Pathetic?” the sacrifice parroted incredulous. “I am the strongest warrior of my people. I have slayed beasts and devils. I can lift the heaviest logs. I can-”

“I ask you again,” Loki interrupted with a tinge of boredom in his voice. “What am I to do with such a brainless sacrifice?”

[wonderalmighty]

memeasaurus-promptus​:

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

[thesecretsister-a]

@characterdevelopmentasks​ & @memeasaurus-promptus​ | X

Have your muse talk about a time they felt defeated.

“The time I was defeated as the Nightmare Princess. Before I tell you the story of how she was defeated, let me first tell you how it got to that point.”

“Ever since I was toddler, back when I was more lower-function than how I am now, I had come to believe that without my big sister, I was supposed to become the new Lord of the Nightosphere. I mean...my dad didn’t exactly tell me that this was the case...but I had always just assumed. So...I came to educate myself. About the Nightosphere’s history, the Nightosphere’s policies and tradings with other dimensions, the whole nine yards. Educationally, I was more than prepared, but I just seemed to lack...the chaotic evilness that full-blooded demons had.”

“I was actually a very sweet child. My favorite color was (and still is) pink. I liked cute things like ponies and little woodland creatures like rabbits. I could feel that a ton of the demons in the Nightosphere always...looked at me funny. And I...kinda always knew that even my own dad didn’t understand my interests, even if he tried to show me being supportive of who I was. Sometimes, I could hear the whispers. I could just hear them talking about how unfit of an heir I was. I tried to ignore them...but eventually, I began to doubt myself, too.”

“Then, Marceline turns out to be alive. We’re together as a (dysfunctional) family again for a few years until the...fries incident. After that, she cut all ties with dad...and by consequence, me. One night, after she had cut her ties, I...overheard my dad in his room. I think he was talking to someone else when he kept trying to convince himself that Marceline was just going through some teenage phase or something. That’s when he makes mention about Marceline being his heir and not me.”

“I just...froze for a moment. At first...I was glad that I was no longer his heir. That the pressure had been taken off my shoulders. But...I don’t know why...but all of a sudden I just felt...angry. Before he could catch me, I ran back to my room, where I was just fuming. All my life, I had been putting myself through the wringer trying to be a good heir. Was...Was all of my time studying...just for nothing? Why did he choose her over me? Because she was older? Because she wasn’t...different? Was it because I really was unfit? But that...that couldn’t have been...could it? If I wasn’t his heir...then who was I? What was I supposed to do with myself?”

“As all these questions swirled in my head, I heard a voice in my head that stood firm. I was worthy. That I had been wronged all my life, not only by the demons who whispered about me...but even my own father and sister. They thought that I wasn’t good enough. That I could never be like my all-powerful father. That I was weak. Before I knew it, I began to agree with the voice in my head. I was worthy. That the people around me had wronged me. That they thought so little of me...Not only was I going to be as powerful as my father, I was going to be better. Stronger. I was going to show them all that either you bow down to me or I become your worst nightmares come to life.”

“From then on, I began plotting. Scheming. I was going to take my father’s throne from right underneath him. I was going to take back the birth right that I thought was rightfully mine. As the more time went on, the more I began to become more and more hostile to my dad. The more I began to continue hearing that voice, telling me to take what’s mine. Now, how was I able to plan behind his back? I’m...not too sure. Ever since I was toddler, my dad was always...protective of me. And I mean very protective of me. He always kept me in the castle where we lived so he could keep a real close eye on me. I’m not quite sure how I was able to scheme behind his back, but I was able to do it. For almost 4 years, I built up a small rebel army and planned for the big day all while my dad remained unaware. One night, I even came to think that I was going through some of that same teenage angst. Ignorant fool…” Marshalia violently shook her head before continuing.

“Finally, when I was 16, my dad eventually did find out about my small rebel army, but didn’t know that I was the leader. Regardless, he completely trashed my army. All of my hard work...had gone to waste. After that...I don’t really remember much. I kind of just blacked out. The next time I come to, I briefly see as this green beam is racing straight towards me...then everything goes white.”

“I don’t know how long I was out. But when I come to again, I’m back in my own bed. Every part of my body was aching, but I managed to stumble on over to a mirror in my room and that when I noticed a strange looking line peeking about from my shirt’s collar. I pull down my shirt’s collar to take notice of this strange looking mark on my chest. It didn't take me long to realize what had happened. The anger I had over my hard work going to waster, the green beam...I...attacked my dad. I fought him...And I lost.”

“I felt all these emotions come pouring out. I was angry, ashamed, defeated, and I became...afraid. Did I...die? That beam should have killed me! If I wasn’t dead, what would my dad say to me when I had to face him again? Would he be mad? Betrayed that his youngest daughter tried to beat him down? I didn’t want to find out. Thankfully, he was asleep when I woke up. So...using my failed plan of running away that I had come up with years before while Marceline was still with us, I packed some of my belongings and booked it out of there. I left him a note on my bed, telling him not to come looking for me.”

“Too bad my dad can’t follow directions.”

[ltcolonelfamilyman]

Have your muse talk about a time they felt rage. (Source: memeasaurus-promptus) (Please tag @characterdevelopmentasks in your answer!)

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@characterdevelopmentasks

“Wow, that’s a bit of a weighty topic,” Maes chuckled as he took his glasses off to clean them with a bit of his shirt. “I try very hard not to let that particular emotion show. As a soldier, letting passionate emotions like that run unchecked can be ten times more dangerous than for civilians... and a lot of the time, more people end up hurt or worse because of it. But... I will tell you about one time.”

Settling in, he replaced his glasses to his face and closed his eyes. “It was in the earlier days of my deployment in Ishval and it’s a day I’ll never forget. We had been pinned down by a group of Ishvallans that had set up on the roof of a building. If it hadn’t been for Roy and his alchemy, I honestly don’t think many of us would have made it out of that fight alive. With a snap of his fingers, the spark lit up the building and we could finally emerge from the rubble piles we had been taking cover behind.”

“Given that he had the most effective ‘weapon’, Roy had led the way inside the building to ensure that it really was all clear. He’d gone for the roof while I had helped out a few other soldiers going through the few floors. I should have gone with Roy though. By the time I got up there, I saw a single Ishvallan, his pistol already raised and finger squeezing the trigger. I had just enough time to get a shot off at the same time he did...”

Maes pauses for a moment, collecting himself as he gets ready to recall the next parts. “We both hit our marks that afternoon... but where Roy got lucky and the bullet lodged in his pocket watch, the Ishvallan wasn’t quite so lucky. It was only after the proverbial dust had settled, and once I knew Roy was alright, that I realized the man I had shot was someone Roy and I both had once called a friend. We had all been at the Academy together... we had stood up for this man when upperclassman had thought it was alright to bully him just because he was Ishvallan. That war, that senseless conflict, had not only turned a friend into our foe but it had driven us to a place where it was kill or be killed.”

It’s very clear that even now, even just recalling the memory, brought back a bit at least anger for Maes. His face turned a bit red and the hands resting in his lap had started to curl into fists. “I remember coming down off that roof with the medics who had come for Roy and just leaving Heathcliff’s lifeless body there in the dust against that sun bleached stone. I remember how, even in it’s deep red from drying in the hot sun, the blood that pooled around him stood out like Roy’s flames had done to clear that place to begin with. And... I remember how full of rage I was that we had been drawn into this mess at all. I was so full of hate, and anger, and blind rage at the entire situation. I hated my own country and the military I served in that moment for putting Roy and I in a situation where that was even something we had to do... I was angry with Heathcliff for raising his gun to Roy, for tossing everything that we’d been through together aside but I was also angry at myself for the anger I felt towards him. I was angry that Roy had to use something that he’d learned in hopes of helping people to kill them instead. I was angry that he had been responsible for killing so many of Heathcliff’s brother and sisters, that we both had been pulled into this hopeless situation. There was so much anger and rage in me that day.”

“I’d swallow it down though, just like I had done countless times before, and countless times after. If I let it consume me, there was no way I was going to make it home. I had others that I knew needed me to look out for them. No matter how much rage I felt at the entire thing, I knew that I had to survive, that I had to make it out of there and compartmentalize all of it and lock it away so that I could be a better man for the people I loved. And the first of which after all this that needed me... was Roy. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much I wanted to just walk away sometimes, I knew Roy needed me and I knew there were going to be others that I would need to help get through the long days in that desert. But that day... that day was the one were years of learning to choke back the rage actually hurt the most...”

[xmansiontexts]

Scott: So...

Scott: who blew up the microwave???

Scott:

Scott: It was Jubilee wasn't it

Jubilee: I can explain!

Jubilee: It was late and I was half asleep but I wanted a snack

Jubilee: I forgot that microwaves and foil don't mix

Jubilee: The popping sound startled me and then fireworks started flying and boom no more microwave

Scott: Oh my GOD

Scott: That's the THIRD ONE JUB

[starscreamloki]

Short sentence Loki Muses (1/3)

A/N: I came across a list of sentence starters made by @memeasaurus-promptus and I thought it would be funny to write a mini drabble with every one of them for Loki. The idea was to keep it between three and ten sentences. There were a lot of them so I decided to divide them into three posts and I separated them with pictures. If anyone wants to use them for a fic, feel free.

“And what are you the god of? Bad tastes?” You bit mockingly.

For a moment Loki looked taken aback before a wide grin spread on his face. “Since I have taken a liking to you that might be true.”

“You’re not my god.”

The smile that formed on Loki’s face was nothing short of predatory. “Oh, by the time the evening his ended I shall be your God. My name will have fallen from your lips so often that you are no longer able to deny I am your God.”

“It’s been a long time since anyone invoked my name,” Loki said as he looked at the mortal with narrowed eyes.

A lift and drop of one shoulder was all he got before the human said, “Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now, you answered my call, are you going to help me or not?”

“I’m a god, not a genie. I do not ‘grant’ wishes.” Loki had to refrain himself from rolling his eyes. The mortal was so rude.

“And yet, when I wished for you, you came.”

“You haven’t an inkling of an idea of what you’ve just done, haven’t you?” Loki sighed.

The mortal stared at him with glassy eyes and Loki rolled his eyes. “You have just summoned a God, me. Loki, God of Mischief, Lies and Deceit. Though I suppose I should be grateful to you, because at least now I’m no longer bound in that cave.” A cruel smile formed on his scarred lips as he made his dark promise. “Ragnarok shall come and it shall be me who unleashes it!”

“And what is a mere mortal to a god?” Loki asked while he was circling you, taking in your small form with his penetrating, green eyes. “You truly think I care for your feeble race? That I care for you? Pathetic. You are nothing more than an ant ready to be crushed beneath my boot. You would do well to remember that, Little human.”

“A god is only as powerful as their believers.”

The mocking laugh welled deep from Loki’s chest. “Is that what they have taught you? Oh, how disappointed you shall be.”

“When’s the last time anyone prayed to you?”

Loki had been staring down at his fumbling hands and now his head whipped up, his eyes meeting yours. He swallowed, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.

“It has been centuries...” he whispered.

“Don’t be stupid. Gods don’t exist,” the human said, eyeing Loki warily.

Loki smiled a self-satisfied grin. “And yet here is one standing in front of you now. Go on, Mortal,” he prompted, “fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness for the insolent remark you just made.”

“Your petty discourse is highly amusing,” Loki chuckled. “You truly think such words could save you from a god like me?”

You scoffed. “No, I hold no such illusions, especially not towards you, Loki. However, I hoped to placate you with those words and with my act of submission. Is it working?”

Loki looked down on your kneeling form and tapped his lips with his index fingers. “Go on, Mortal,” he urged. “It might...”

“What a cute little shrine! I wonder, who is it to?” He trailed one slender finger over the black cloth of fabric draped over the small table. A single black candle laced with gold lining, an amulet made of gold with a green emerald and a little wooden chest with a brass lock. It was indeed cute in the most mocking manner.

“It ah-” the mortal stuttered, eyes cast to the floor and whispered, “it’s for you.”

[starscreamloki]

Short sentence Loki Muses (2/3)

A/N: I came across a list of sentence starters made by @memeasaurus-promptus and I thought it would be funny to write a mini drabble with every one of them for Loki. The idea was to keep it between three and ten sentences. There were a lot of them so I decided to divide them into three posts. If anyone wants to use them for a fic, feel free.

“Your title may have “Evil” in it but you just look sad.”

“One does not necessarily exclude the other,” Loki said while holding up a finger. Then he growled in the back of his throat, “And I am not sad nor am I looking sad.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “If I offer you a hug would you want it?”

Loki was silent for a moment before he admitted with a small voice, “Yes.”

“No one’s ever built me a shrine before…” Loki trailed as his brows furrowed.

You chuckled. “Loki, God of Lies, we both know that is a lie. You have a lot of followers, you just don’t care to admit that.” Then your expression changed serious. “Don’t drag yourself down like this. You’re more worthy than you think you are.”

“You mustn’t be a very good god then.”

“Define ‘good’,” Loki said and narrowed his eyes. “Do you mean ‘good’ as in the opposite of evil, or do you mean ‘good’ as in excelling in something? Because I can tell you, I am good at being bad.”

“Your mortal woes are beneath me.”

“That’s funny, Loki, seeing your woes turn out to be just as human as mine,” you said with a cocky smile.

“How is that?”

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. “Do you wish me to recite the list?”

“You dare speak to me in such a tone?” Loki hissed, stalking towards the mortal in a threatening manner.

“I do,” the mortal countered, not giving an inch. “Care to know why?”

Loki’s answer was equal parts curious as denigrating. “Enlighten me.”

“Because you are not my God!”

“Be careful of what you wish for,” Loki said with a wink.

“I thought you just told me you’re a God, not a genie, and now you’re speaking of wishes. That’s funny.”

Loki hummed. “I am glad you think that is amusing. Especially since you are my entertainment for the evening.”

“You don’t know the meaning of ‘God-King’,” Loki growled.

You arched an eyebrow that showed you were unimpressed by his statement. “Do you know what it means?”

“Of course,” he said smugly and smiled. “I am a God and a King, hence God-King.”

“You know not of who you speak to, do you?” Loki said as he raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you didn’t exactly introduced yourself. You just barged in here and started making demands. Can you blame me?”

Loki scoffed. What had happened to Midgard that its inhabitants even didn’t recognize their own gods anymore?

“You don’t look very… godly… to me.”

Loki scowled before he plastered a big smile on his face. “What had you expected? An ethereal glow and a halo? In terms of looks Gods do not differ that much from you, Human.”

The mortal gave him a small smile. “So it seems.”

“’A god’? Don’t be so full of yourself.”

Loki rolled his eyes and gave up on the fight. Of course this creature wouldn’t believe him. Nobody ever did, because who would believe the Loki, author of Lies? It wasn’t even worth fighting for anymore. Let them believe what they wanted; all the more priceless would the looks on their faces be if he proved them otherwise.

“What are you the god of?” the mortal asked.

Loki sighed. “I thought you all had those small devices on which you could find all the answers.” He shook his head. “How very disappointing.”

[therapardalis]

therapardalis​:

memeasaurus-promptus​:

Send me a number and I’ll write a starter where our muses meet:

At a house party

At a fancy party

At a festival

At a church/temple

In the woods at night

At the local community garden 

At the store at 2AM

In the lunch line

Hitting your muse with my muse’s car

Your muse hitting mine with their car

Stealing my muse’s horse

My muse stealing your horse

While robbing my muse

While my muse is robbing yours

Finding mine unconscious in an alley

Finding yours unconscious in an alley

During a blind date

At the library/bookstore

In the graveyard

In the abandoned castle/mansion

In jail/prison

In my muse’s room 

My muse in your muse’s room

Being caught at knifepoint

Catching my muse covered in blood

Catching your muse covered in blood 

At the beach

In the middle of a rain/snowstorm

Lost in the desert

Looking for the same rumored treasure

Lost in an ancient ruins

Seeing each other across a canyon/river

Trying to climb the same path up a mountain

Being chased/hunted by the same monster

🌎+ add your own!

[fashionfangsa]

memeasaurus-promptus​:

Annoyed/Frustrated Sentence Starters

“This is getting ridiculous.”

“‘Bleh bleh bleh, I’m very important, do what I tell you’. Bitch.”

“If you’re so good why don’t you do it?”

“Stop. Just, fucking stop.”

“What did I just tell you?”

“Do you even listen to me?!”

“What the hell did you even do?”

“A monkey could’ve done a better job.”

“Are you done giving me lip?”

“Why.” Slam! “Won’t.” Slam! “You.” Slam! “WORK!”

“Hurry up, I’m not getting any younger.”

“I gave you one, ONE, job.”

“Oh for fucks’ sake!”

“Did you even follow the instructions?!”

“I followed the damn instructions!”

“What did you do now?”

“Wonderful. Just great.”

“Shall I snap my own neck now or later?”

“You. Are completely useless.”

“I can’t get it to fucking work!”

“I’ve tried everything and still!”

“You said you had my back, but as SOON as I have it turned, you’ve fucked off to who knows where!”

“This? This is shit. Utter nonsense.”

“You said you could handle it!”

“I’m THIS close to cutting you loose.”

“Why do I even keep you around if you only just disappoint me?”

“A corpse would be better use than you at this rate.”

“You said this’d be easy!”

“I told you I couldn’t do it!”

😡+ add your own!

Annoyed/Frustrated Sentence Starters

"This is getting ridiculous."

"'Bleh bleh bleh, I'm very important, do what I tell you'. Bitch."

"If you're so good why don't you do it?"

"Stop. Just, fucking stop."

"What did I just tell you?"

"Do you even listen to me?!"

"What the hell did you even do?"

"A monkey could've done a better job."

"Are you done giving me lip?"

"Why." Slam! "Won't." Slam! "You." Slam! "WORK!"

"Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger."

"I gave you one, ONE, job."

"Oh for fucks' sake!"

"Did you even follow the instructions?!"

"I followed the damn instructions!"

"What did you do now?"

"Wonderful. Just great."

"Shall I snap my own neck now or later?"

"You. Are completely useless."

"I can't get it to fucking work!"

"I've tried everything and still!"

"You said you had my back, but as SOON as I have it turned, you've fucked off to who knows where!"

"This? This is shit. Utter nonsense."

"You said you could handle it!"

"I'm THIS close to cutting you loose."

"Why do I even keep you around if you only just disappoint me?"

"A corpse would be better use than you at this rate."

"You said this'd be easy!"

"I told you I couldn't do it!"

😡+ add your own!

[grieverspride]

memeasaurus-promptus​:

Word Prompts: AU Edition

Send in a word, and I will draw or write a drabble about my muse relating to that word. (Please specify muses/characters when needed. Note: some prompts may have overlaps and similarities).

Mermaid

Pirate/naval officer

Vampire

Werewolf

Centaur

Farmer

Socialite

Businessperson

Singer/band member

Shop-owner

Barista

Florist

Assassin

Special agent

Superhero/villain

Witch/wizard, Harry Potter style

Witch/wizard/mage, traditional style

Pokemon trainer

Mad scientist

Space explorer

Alien

Star Wars universe character

Royalty

College student

Ball attendant

Monster hunter

God/goddess/deity

Demon/devil

Dragon

Explorer

Jester/clown

Elemental powers

Doctor/Ph.D

Shapeshifter

Winged

Free space! Send "AU"+ the word of your choice

I will write a drabble

[edenslostwallflower]

memeasaurus-promptus :

“Want to take a walk with me?” 

“Do you need a hug?” 

“Dude, I’m taking you out shopping. No buts.” 

“This couch is big enough for the both of us.” 

“I stole your __ I hope you don’t mind.” 

“Can I hold your hand?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with friends holding hands!” 

“You look like you could use a hug.” 

“My socks look good on you. I wondered where they went.” 

“Come here! Cuddle session!” 

“Think I can squeeze in there with you?” 

“Why did you put that all the way up there?” 

“Can you open this for me?” 

“Do you need help opening that?” 

“Not gonna lie, your clothes look good on me.” 

“You look comfy.”

“You look good today!” 

“Can I brush your hair?” 

“Can you brush my hair?” 

“Can you get that for me?” 

“I’m wearing your name tag obviously I’m you.” 

“This couch is all mine I will push you off if you try sitting on it.” 

“Budge up you’re hogging all the room.” 

“I know that look- you’re up to no good.” 

“Do you know where __ went?” 

“I will roll you up in a blanket if you refuse to go to bed.” 

Platonic/Friendship Sentence Starters

[edenslostwallflower]

memeasaurus-promptus :

Requested by Anonymous

“Is… is that your arm on the table?”

“Please, don’t look at me!”

“I-I-I-c-c-c-an ex-ex-explain-!”

“Why is there a wire sticking out of the back of your neck?”

“I can’t make my leg stop kicking.”

“What happened to you?!” 

“…Was that supposed to come off?” 

“…I guess you’re wondering why I’m sparking…” 

“Do you need help getting up?”

“Don’t break down on me now!” 

“Why is your ass so heavy?”

“I’d rather if you didn’t scrap me for parts.” 

“Oh… that wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

“Can you fix this for me?” 

“Sit still before I put your limbs on backwards.” 

Send 🚷+ a sentence of your own!

Buggy/Damaged Android Muse Sentence Starters

[wonderalmighty]

memeasaurus-promptus:

Requested by Anonymous

“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.”

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters