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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Taunting  him  would  have  been  easy  -  for  hadn’t  he  served  the  opportunity  right on  a  golden  place ?  He’d  been  the  one  to  challenge  her  into  this  race.  He’d  been  the  one  to  appear  certain  of  a  victory.  And   he’d  been  the  one  to  fail  tremendously  bad  in  the  very  end.  Still,  her  tone  lacked  that  very  expected  mockery,  the    arrogance.  And  quite  honestly,  he  couldn’t  have  helped  it  but  smile.  ❝ Well,  I  m  honored. ❞  Words  that  came  with  a  drop  of  tease  as  he  put  the  helmet  back  into  the  car.  It’d  be  a  lie  to  claim  that  he  didn’t  like  her company ;  the  place  usually  abounded  with  people  that  sought  to  destroy  each  other .  Snakes needing to look flawless, invincible . ❝ And  who  trained  you then ? ❞ 

[ . . . / / K . G ]              kat   wasn't   there   to   tone   down   his   ego   –   it   was   all   fun   to   her.   to   put   her   own   skills   against   someone   else   who   shared   a   similar   profession.    along   with   learning   from   someone   else   and   teaching   them   as   well.   braking   was   a   big   part   of   it.   hell,   one   had   to   if   they   didn't   want   to   hit   the   wall.   she   had   her   fair   share   of   doing   that   in   the   past   and   it   took   a   lot   of   training   to   manage   to   get   the   hang   of   it.   and   there   was   always   that   chance   another   driver   could   pass   on   turns.   it   was   expected   in   racing.   eyebrow   quirked   at   his   response.   she   expected   the   bitterness.   and   in   a   lot   of   ways   ,   he   reminded   her   of   Noah   Verstappen.   both   great   but   both   had   that   stubborn   arrogance   to   them.   ❝   you   don't   have   to   take   the   advice   .   just   -   tossing   it   out   there.   ❞   her   Russian   accent   showed   before   she   took   a   few   steps   closer   to   him.   ❝   you   might   not   –   but   ,   it   does   take   practice.   so   –   if   you   ever   wanna   train   with   a   formula   driver,   i'm   your   girl.   ❞  

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

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Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences for muses that don't feel so great, and for muses trying to take care of another. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How long will this take to heal?"

"Your memory will return over the next several days, so we'll wait and watch."

"You better sit down before you keel over!"

"You're suffering from a head trauma. You appear to have mild retrograde amnesia."

"Am I going to die?"

"Do I need to worry about you?"

"You're self-medicating with homemade drugs?"

"Are you trying to fix me?"

"Have the headaches started yet?"

"I don't deserve to die like this!"

"I've never felt pain like this, ever!"

"Why are you walking? You were in a coma!"

"You can keep on telling yourself that you're fine, but you're not fine!"

"This may be something of an understatement, but you are not doing well."

"You better take that shirt off. You can't get bloodstains like that out if they set."

"Your head wound wasn't caused by an accident. It was the result of a gunshot."

"Don't you die on me! You hear me?"

"A panic attack is a miscued fight-or-flight mechanism. You think it's a heart attack, but the body is just sending oxygen to organise that need it for defence."

"Listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me."

"Was I in some kind of accident?"

"Up until the punching, this was a real nice party."

"I'm going to bleed out while we have this conversation. Can we do this somewhere else?"

"Hey, don't go to sleep. You probably have a concussion."

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Do you have any lingering pain from the accident?"

"Am I going to die? I mean, soon?"

"You broke my nose!"

"You can fool the doctors, but you can't fool me."

"They have absolutely fabulous drugs here! I feel great!"

"I'm sorry, does that hurt?"

"This won't hurt. It'll just feel a touch odd."

"Some people swear by hair of the dog, but I refer nature's sponge: the egg."

"I'm in too much pain to go to sleep."

"If you like breathing, you might want to fix this."

"I've never felt so helpless in my life."

"Is there someone we should call for you?"

"I know I don't know you well enough to say this, but you haven't seemed yourself lately."

"Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"

"There's bad, and there's bad."

"You're going to be okay. You're going to be alright, okay?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      A  simple  life  had  it  once  been .  A  simple  life  that’d  turned  complicated ,  shadowed  by  the  threat  of  death  and  war .  To  be  alone,  his  worst  fear ;  for  how  many  times  had  he  tried  to  abandon  everything  and  everyone  for  the  sake  of  his  loved  ones  safety ?  How  many times  had  he  tried  to  condemn  himself  to  solitude  in  fear  of  causing  harm ?  Countless,  and  all  had  ended  in  the  very  same  way;  him  not  being  alone .  Having  people  that  could  help   him ,  that  cared   for  him,  that  he  cared  for  as  well.  So ,  if  there  was  one  thing  he  had  learned  after all  this  time ?  It  was  that  they  all  needed  each  other.

❝ You  are  troubling  me  worse  with  your  silence . ❞  Words  that  escaped  him  softly  as  he  took  a  seat  beside  her .  ❝ If  I  didn’t  want  to  be  told  about  what’s  worrying  you,  I  wouldn’t  have  come . ❞  For  perhaps  his  own  mind  was  abounded  with  worries  and  questions  about  the  future,  however  it  didn’t  mean  that  there  wasn’t  place  for  her  in  his  thoughts .    

@thenightmareofyourdrems ' rand  asked : You can keep trying to push me away. It's not going to work.

amelia huffed frustratingly before swiftly turning around to face rand with a frown etched on her lips. her brows was scrunched up in the middle and her arms were tightly curled around herself, hoping it will bring her comfort. unfortunately it failed. " rand... " she started, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth then sighing heavily. " i can't help it. i just... "

she strolled over towards, uncurling her arms mid-way through before she slowed to a stop before him and tentatively grasped his biceps delicately. " i merely do not wish to trouble you with my nonsense and worries. you needn't more on your already toppling plate... so please, no need to fret over me. alright? " she offered a tiny smile, hoping he would drop it altogether.

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                   ˜”*°•.      Encountering anyone  at  this  moment  was  far  from  ideal.  But  to  cross  paths  with  a  demon,  of  all  beings?  There  were  certainly  far  more  pleasant  ways  he  could  have  spent  his  day. Still ,  he  didn’t  miss  the  opportunity  to  offer  one  of  the  most  scornful  smirks  he  could  have  possibly  achieved .  If  she  wanted  to  play , well … then  so  be  it.   ❝ I  don’t  usually  say  hi  to  pests. ❞  Tone  that  echoed  as  disdainful  as  the  words  being  spoken.  However,  to  claim  that  he  wasn’t  curious  about  what  was  happening ?  It’d  be  a  horrible  lie .    ❝ I  doubt  you  came  on  holidays,  so  what  is  it  that  you  want ? ❞ 

@duskhued | Continual from here

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

||i wont hide it i have a high muse for rand and for doctor who stuff these days

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

You've Gone Too Far

"What have you done?"

"How could you let this happen?"

"Why are you covered in blood?"

"My God, you're a monster."

"How could you do this?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're not who I thought you were."

"Oh, my god. My god. What have you done?"

"You've gone too far this time."

"We can't go back from this."

"Get away from me!"

"This - this wasn't meant to happen."

"Who are you? What happened to you?"

"I've never been so ashamed of you."

"Why would you do this?"

"What ... what are you?"

"I'm never going to trust you again."

"Stay the fuck back."

"I thought you were my friend..."

"Get - get away - get back -"

"You're sick."

"You're fucked up."

"I never wanted this! No!"

"You don't understand why this is wrong, do you?"

"I should never have trusted you."

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                   ˜”*°•.      Unstoppable  and  mysterious,   well-admired  and  popular ;  the  four  Horsemen  had  written  history  in  both  the  states  and  the  whole  world.  However,  history  could  be  erased  -    and  the  way  they’d  been  targeted ?  Paid  to  do  the  impossible ?  it  was  only  pushing  them  closer  and  closer  to  a  very  dangerous  edge.  And  the  man  before  him ?  He  didn’t  know  whether  he  would  pull  them  or  push  them  all  the  way  down .  ❝ So,  you  know  these  people ? ❞  For  one  thing  was  for  sure ;  they  hadn’t  been  part  of  the  plan .  They’d  come  out  of  nowhere  in  the  worst  possible  time,  turning  every  next  step  upside  down.  While  the  fact  he’d  suddenly  lost  contact  with  the  others ?  Maybe  they  had  always  loved  messing  with  people,  yet  it  was  becoming  pretty  clear  that  someone  else  was  messing  now  with  them . 

@mcntra | Continual from here

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                   ˜”*°•.      The  heralds  of  destruction  were  echoing  louder  than  ever  before.  War  was  lurking  on  the  horizon,  and  sides  were  soon  to  be  chosen .  Of  course,  they’d  heard  about  Lucifer’s  recent  defeat  -  a  humiliation  before  their  people,  how  horrible  must  have  that  felt ?  Which  was  the  reason  why  they  were  certain  about  where  the  Lord  of  Hell  was  currently  standing ;  opposite  from  their  dear  friend  Morpheus.

❝ As  magnificently  as  ever . ❞  A  smile  accompanied  the  elegant  tone .  ❝ But  tell  me  about  you ,  your  news.  How’s  hell  doing ?  Burning  hot ? ❞ 

@thenightmareofyourdrems || Starter call for Desire

Lucifer's club is open all hours, and even though it is midday there are a few patrons milling about. In the main room there is a piano, and sat at the piano playing a slow tune of their own creation is Lucifer themself. They are relaxed, though their lips only turn upwards in a smile when they spot Desire.

"It's been a while, dear. How are you?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Why  was  he  there  ?  Around  whom  he’d  once  considered  a  friend   -  a  friend,  who’d  betrayed  him ,  who’d  left  him  behind  to  suffer .  A  coward,  who’d  fled  in  the  name  of  fear  -  why  had  he  returned  to  him ?  Desperate .  Desperate  for  silence,  for  serenity  and  quietness .  Desperate  for  a  taste  of  peace .  His  head  was  on  the  verge  of  exploding  while  half  the  universe  was  after  him .  Seeking  to  punish  and  imprison  him ,  so  ignorant  to  the  real  villains  in  this  story.

 ❝ I  do. ❞  Assurance  that  came  with  trivial  hesitancy .  Hate  was  such  a  small  word  to  describe  his  feelings,  after  all .  It  was  not  just  hate ; it  was  aversion. It  was  anger,  fury .  However,  his  desire  to  destroy  him  was  not  the  reason  behind  his  arrival .  No.  It  was  something  else  entirely ,  something  he  didn’t  want  to  admit.  The  sound  inside  his  head  was  getting  worse ,  while  the  people  chasing  him ?  Closer  than  ever  before .  ❝ I  wanted  a  taxi  and  you  were the  perfect  opportunity. ❞  He  stated  simply.  He needed  to  disappear  or  else,  he’d  spent  the rest  of  his  lives  locked  away.  He  needed  to  hide  as  far   away  as  possible  or  else  he’d  be  a goner.  But  did  that  mean  that  the  Doctor  needed  to  know  the  whole  story ?  No.    ❝ So,  I  am  giving  you  coordinates,  you’re  taking  me  there.  What  do  you  think ? ❞ 

RAISING MY SHOULDERS IN A SHRUG AS A RESPONSE , I turn my back towards him before I truly began to move around the console of the ship . One can play at this game , my old friend , and I have no need to answer your question as you didn’t with mine . I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing my reasoning , my actions towards such topic — besides , you’re here now . Wrong incarnation or not , it still counts … right ?

❛ Thought you hated me , Master . ❜ Eyes glint with playfulness his way , leaning just a bit on the console before a smile grows on my face . Everything that we’ve been through — every action between us further cementing those alleged feelings between one another . . . what’s your reasoning , my dear ? Why did you come ? Why did you stay ? ❛ Missed me that much , did you ? ❜

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

General Sentences, Vol. 22

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I can't talk to you right now!"

"I never knew you had a sense of humour!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Where do you go when you die?"

"I know what you did."

"I'm not scared of him. I'm not scared of anybody."

"I'm not speaking to you right now."

"I have no secrets from you. You know that."

"Have you actually tested this theory?"

"My pyjamas suit you!"

"Why were you in prison?"

"See? I'm not so bad."

"Did you get a haircut? I like it!"

"Do I need to worry about you?"

"I suppose you heard most of that?"

"How would you feel about going out to dinner with me tonight?"

"What do you dream about at night?"

"Why does he hate you so much?"

"Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"What exactly is your point?"

"I'm so tired of letting everybody down."

"I'm very proud of you."

"How does it feel to be married?"

"You do your job and I'll do mine."

"Why is your house so big?"

"You don't know me, but I know you."

"You should probably read that before you sign it."

"You broke my nose!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!"

"Were you spying on me?"

"Well, there's something you don't see every day!"

"You'll do as you're told."

"Have you seen her dress? It doesn't suit her!"

"You're only saying you love me because it's over."

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here."

"Did you have a childhood sweetheart?"

"You always ruin everything!"

"Can we not do this right now?"

"You know, I could use a man like you on my team."

"You have some very 'interesting' friends."

"Why do you look so glum?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     HE  DIDN’T  NEED  HIM .  He  never  had .  Their  friendship  gone,  ashes  to  the  ground .  Did  he  really  think  this’d  ever  change ?  One  two  three.  One  two  three.  He  couldn’t  help  but  LAUGH  at  the  Doctor’s  words .  Did  he  care ?  Would  the  great  Doctor,  the  ever-devoted  to  the  human  race  HERO,   really  care  ?  Or  was  this  merely  a  façade  ?  A  pretense  to  prove  himself  better  once  more  ?  ❝ What  happened ?  Ran  out  of  human  pets ? ❞  Disdainful  words  escaped  the  his lips   -  both  his  old  friend’s  questions  ignored .  He  was  fine.  He  didn’t  need  him . He  was  just  fine .

& @thenightmareofyourdrems said : ❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜ ~ the master X the doctor

❛ You sure about that , my old friend ? ❜ CONCERNED LOOK COLORS MY FEATURES , glancing their way from my area before I left my digits roam about on the controls of my console . Child of the stars and of my childhood , what has come about you at this hour ? So eager to discuss trivial matters between one another before , glinting of mischief in your eyes as we dig into one another like old times . Has things changed between us so badly that you’ve changed your old ways ? Be still , beating hearts . Be still . ❛ The look on your face could say otherwise . You’re not having a crisis … are you ? ❜

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     An  utter  disaster .  To  have  her  former  self  around,  especially  at  the  specific  time,  had  been  nothing  but  a  condemnation .  They  were  different ,  anyone  could  see  it,  including  him .  And  to  claim  that  she  couldn’t  witness  his  displeasure ?  Well ,  it’d  be  a  petty  lie .  ❝ Someone’s  crunky  today . ❞   A  comment  that  she  doubted  that’d  help  with   the  overgrowing  tension  -  however  driving  him up  the  wall  had  proven  to  be  much  more  entertaining  than  she’d  initially  thought .  Something  about  this  pure  disapproval  of  his... 

Still ,  an  eyebrow  was  firmly  arched  at  his  question .  ❝ Because  I  would  rather  not  die . ❞  Because  there  were  a  dozen  of  people  bound  to  be  eliminated  -  including  them .  ❝ Whether  you  like  it  or  not,  we  can’t  survive  without  him. ❞  Sure,  this would  be  a  hit  in  the  ego,  however  they  were  to  face  an  army  of  rather  developed  Cybermen.  How  exactly  was  he  expecting  them  NOT  to  need  the  cooperation ? 

❛ Ease the tension ? Oh , don’t lie to yourself . It’s so … unbecoming of you .❜ Sharp response rolls of my tongue , giving her a judgmental look before I move my attention back to the object in hand . Oh , how my hatred just grows for her through every living second ! Dressed in the ridiculous outfit down to the very core that makes her one of us … it should’ve ended with ME ! But alas , my need for my survival ( and such ) comes to bite me in the ass at this hour . Great , just great .

I felt a growl escape my lips in her direction , flashing my canines in her direction . Who does she think I am … THE DOCTOR ? ❛ Of course ! I'm not stupid , y’know . ❜ Or like my previous incarnations , but that’s a whole other thing . ❛ Answer me this , missy — why ? Why do you ask ? ❜

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     His  dedication  had  never  ceased  to  surprise  her .  The  way  he’d  so  successfully  spot  her ,  even  in  the  most  unpredicted  times,  and  come  up  with  all  the  new  compliments  and  sweet  words .  Still,  while  she’d  often  drown   in  work  and  avoiding  him  would  be  necessary ,  this  time  she  was  willing  to  just  see  exactly  where  he  was  heading  with  this .   Hopefully,  the  train  wouldn’t  collapse  within  five  minutes  of  her  absence .  ❝ Well,  this  is  very  kind  of  you, mr.  Lockhart. ❞  She  said  -  a  warm  smile  accompanying  her  words  as  she  took  the  beverage  offered .  ❝ Now  what  could  I  help  you  with ?  ❞   

Coffee   is   growing   cold   when   he   moves   through   the   bowels   of   the   beast   with   strides   that   speak   of   his   determination   (   woman   will   not   outrun   Icarus   this   time   around   !   )   Pushes   himself   past   strangers   he   really   should   know   the   names   of   by   now           ⎯⎯           cares   little   for   them   all   the   same.   ❝Melanie   .   .   .   Melanie   !   ❞   Calls   out   her   name   and   demands   her   attention   with   a   wave   of   his   hand.   ❝Melanie   you   absolute   angel,   you   look   absolutely   exhausted   if   I   might   be   so   bold   to   say.   Still   radiant,   even   when   your   spark   has   dulled   my   dear.   Come,   come,   you're   running   yourself   into   the   ground.   I   brought   you   a   coffee,   not   that   you've   ever   told   me   how   you   like   it,   but   we   shall   just   pretend   that   it's   exactly   to   your   refined   palate,   shall   we   now   ?   ❞

@thenightmareofyourdrems ♡

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                   ˜”*°•.     She’d  been  right .  As  much  as  he  hated  to  admit  it,  her  theory  about  that  turn  had  been  right .  Braking  necessary  if  one  didn’t  want  to  crash  into  the  barriers,  however  how  could  he  have  imagined  it ?  It’d   looked  like  a  regular  turn,  full  speed  entirely  possible .  Yet,  the  car  getting  out  of  control ,  having  to  cut  down  speed  to  the  minimum  and  allowing  the  other  to  easily   pass  him ?  It  seemed  like  the  turn  had  been  a  far  cry  from  regular .  ❝ Fine . ❞  A  response  perhaps  abounded  with  bitterness,  however  could  he  really  be  blamed ?  This  loss  had  been  simply  humiliating ;  a  real  hit  in  the  ego.  ❝ But  you  know,  now  that  I  know  the  trick  there  is  no  way  I  am  finishing  before  you  next  time. ❞ 

↺ * ⁎  – @thenightmareofyourdrems sent : " aren't you going to say i told you so? " ~nick

[ . . . / / K . G ]    eyebrow   quirked   as   she   leaned   against   her   own   car.   arms   folding   over   her   chest.    ❝   I   would   but   –   you   already   knew   I   would   so   ,   I   decided   against   it.    ❞   there's   a   teasing   hint   in   her   voice   as   almond   shaped   eyes   remained   on   the   other   racer.   he   was   one   of   the   best   in   his   line   of   racing   –   much   like   she   was.   both   withholding   that   same   winning   attitude   –   arrogance   showing   without   a   word   spoke.   consider   her   intrigued   by   the   other   driver   though.   eyes   glanced   him   over   before   she   allowed   her   arms   to   fall   to   her   side   and   pushed   herself   from   her   car.    ❝   you   can   spend   your   whole   life   ,   thinking   you   know   everything     –   when   in   reality,   you   don't.   even   the   oldest   racers   still   learn   a   thing   or   two.    ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Imprisonment.  His  life  had  turned  into  imprisonment .  Staying  hidden,  playing  dead ,  far  from  entertaining.  And  yet,  spending  another  evening  inside  that  place  was  going  to  drive  him  insane .  He’d  grown  tired  of  those  walls,  and  quite  honestly,  these  walls  had  grown  tired  of  him  too.  So ,   the  bar  had  been   the  safest  option ;  unknown ,  dark ,  far  from  the  public  eye. And  it’d  worked,  at  least  at  first,  at  least  the  first  twenty minutes.  Until  a  very  familiar  voice  caught  him  by  surprise  -  oh  this  had  to  be  a  joke .  ❝ You  know  what  they  say ...  resurrection  has gotten fashionable. ❞  Words  that  echoed  as  casual  as  possible  -  for  in  reality,  he  just   wanted  to  run .  ❝ Didn’t  know  you  were  fond  of  bars. ❞ 

starter call | @thenightmareofyourdrems / jack

profiler is, in truth, getting very tired of things going wrong. it's the way of life of course: but there comes a point it's truly the universe mocking her. his case is meant to be done with - a mess left in the past, half finished but the errors not in her own actions, having to return to undercover work before anything was truly dead  &&  gone. sharp white teeth grind with barely hidden annoyance, making sure to step away from crowd she's meant to be part of, to not break character as she goes to get another drink.  (cold night air is made ten times worse by silver dress, by the way this is the worst possible time to have to deal with the wrong criminal.)  arms cross all the same as she stiffens, posture changing as she goes from role to self, back to the profiler he first met. "aren't you meant to be dead or missing?" eyes dart back at door, making sure nobody back in party is listening. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Difficult  families  -  wasn’t  it  something  they  had  all  been  accustomed  to ?  Bonds  that  should’ve  been  deep  and  powerful ,  being  tested  at  every  given  day.  The  Hargreeves  family  was  no  exception  to  the  rule ;  they  were  intolerable,  mean  to  each  other,  yet  still  cared .  A  concept  she  still  found  extremely  hard  to  grasp  -  or  maybe  not  that  much .  She  hated  Five,  she  wanted  to  punch  him  every  time  she  saw  him,  but  at  the  same  time,  she’d  grown  too  used  to  his  presence  to  actually  want  him  dead.

❝ Don’t  insult  me or I will stitch your eye too. ❞  Was  her  response  to  his  comment  about  niceness.  She  was  not  nice .  She  was  simply...  well,  not  a  fan  of  a  blood-filled  floor.  ❝ Anyway,  he  probably  feels  bad  already . ❞  She  wasn’t  sure  why  she’d  said  it,  why  she’d  tried  to  reassure  him,  make  him  see  the  bright  side.  And  so ,  she  simply  said  nothing  more,  and  instead ,  focused  on  finishing  the  stitches.   

Why had he bothered to save their lives? They all saw him as a monster. A bastard for leaving. A villain for not preventing Viktor blowing up. An asshole for dragging them to the sixties. He can't ever succeed in saving them without being dragged into the blood. It covered him now. At least bleeding out he'd look how they saw him. A cold blooded assassin.

"It isn't the most entertaining method of execution." Five preferred the quicker methods. The fast kills. This is just torture for the sake of it. But torture at the hands of his idiot siblings. The feeling of the needle through his skin should make his heart race. His adrenaline spike. Instead it just felt like nothing.

"Thanks. You're not as shitty as you used to be."