Abusive ||Starter Sentences||

"I expect you to be home at 7 o'clock sharp, you hear me?"
"Where the fuck were you?! You know I'm going to have to punish you now, right?"
"Now which spot on your body haven't I bruised yet?"
"You've been a VERY naughty boy/girl today.. so you have to be punished. Now do you want the taser first or the hot iron?"
"As soon as you get home, you're going to [insert chore(s) here].. or else..."
"Nobody loves you besides me, but some days, you piss me off to the point where I consider leaving you."
"You did a shitty ass job! Do it again!"
"What did I say about staying out late?! Huh?! WHAT DID I SAY?!"
"God, I can't fucking LIVE with you anymore! You're a disgrace and, compared to your older/younger brother/sister, you're absolute fucking dirt!"
"Jesus, do you even know how to do this?! It's simple, yet you're fucking stupid!"
"Every passing moment I'm with you, I regret the day I ever asked you out."
"Don't leave, please.. I'm sorry for what I did to you.. I promise I'll never do it again."
"It's remarkable how I even put up with you for the past [insert number here] months/years."
Anonymous sent: ((Robin)) Are you ok?

scalyheadshot:

The sound of her voice had him flinch, glancing back at her, before looking back out over the water before him, hugging his knees closer to his chest. He stayed silent, pretty sure she could figure out that he was far from ok… and he didn’t even know why. His tail was curled to one side slightly, and lay still on the ground. The usual twitching of the appendage was all but gone, another clear sign that he wasn’t his usual self at this moment. 

A scaled hand moved to run through his hair, a soft breath leaving him.

"Is there somethin’ you want? I’m not in much of a mood to talk right now."

Robin knew something was up as soon as she approached the pond, just by the way he was sitting. He was usually flat on his back or front, or floating out into the water. And just…how he looked. Even from behind with his hunched shoulders and still tail. She walked over and sat next to him, leaning back on her hands. “Not really…Just thought I’d come by since it’s been a while, I guess.” She looked over at him, “We don’t need to talk…the sun should be setting soon. That’ll be pretty right? And if you do wanna talk any time, I’m all ears.”

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pinkifingers:

john-egberts-floating-arms:

rick-sanchez:

camiekahle:

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

I’m fucking dying

That last fatal scream tho

(Source: mycroftly)

sentence memes.

  • "You belong to me."
  • "I found you."
  • "I’m in jail."
  • "You make me so hot."
  • "I have to leave."
  • "Please don’t leave."
  • "And what about our parents?"
  • "Who did this to you?"
  • "You shouldn’t have done that."
  • "What happened last night."
  • "We never tell anyone about this."
  • "So, you…

(Source: lxckwolf)

handsomewanka sent: "You've been crying haven't you?"

handsomewanka:

bluteamblues:

bluteamblues:

Jazz tried to smile, but she had a feeling it was obvious it was forced. She knew her eyes were red and her cheeks were flushed…she wasn’t fooling anyone. “Y-yeah…but I’m alright.” She sniffled, looking away.

She tipped her hat forward a bit, trying to hide from him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him here, she was actually really grateful he came to check on her, but at the same time she didn’t like people seeing her cry. She had her own rag clutched firmly in her hands, which were trembling slightly as she tried to stop crying. “I-it’s nothing really. Just…sometimes I just get like this. ‘Specially when….I don’t know.” She leaned back, looking up at the sky, her bottom lip quivering, “I don’t feel…w-wanted. Or n-needed, ya know? Reckon everyone gets like this once in a while though.” She brought her rag up to dab at her eyes, but also to sort of hide from him again.

He kept his blue eyes on her for a moment longer before looking in front of him. “Reckon ya might be roight ‘bout that,” he conceded. Being a Sniper meant that you were often far away from the rest of your team. Needed more ammunition or some bandages to fix a wound? Couldn’t go to Truckie’s dispenser since that was too close to the front lines, nor could he disturb the Medic who was busy healing other more serious wounds or planning a push back against the BLUs. He had to go do it himself with one of them small kits. 

"But ya got a hellava more important job than Oi do, sheila." She made handy teleporter devices, sentries, dispensers for the entire team to use. All he had was his rifle and Lady Luck who wasn’t always on his side. There were always some good days with Sniping and some bad days. On the days he did well, he was hardly congratulated, his team taking him for granted. But on the bad days, they sure liked to rip into him about it.

Her brow furrowed when he finished speaking. “Darren…no! No no, that isn’t what I meant, but…partner, every dang one of us has a purpose. We’re all important somehow. You see more than any of us combined. Quite frankly, your job is the hardest. Anyone can learn how to build a gun, but shooting one? That’s a talent.” She let out a breath. “I reckon…I’m just upset because I know I’m needed. This is my job, and I know I’m decent at it. But…after the battle, its over. I’m still just the Engineer, an engineer.” She took a deep, shaky breath, running her fingers through her hair. “I know I’m needed…but I just don’t feel wanted…and that’s what hurts.”

grinningliesooc sent: (( For Robin - Reza )) “BY YOUR SIDE TILL YOU HEAL”

cherryfatale:

bluteamblues:

bluteamblues:

Robin blinked slowly at the spy, her eyes feeling like the lids had 20 lb weights on them. “Reza…?” She whispered, trying to sit up. She honestly didn’t expect to see the spy here…after all, they’ve only met a few times, even if some of those times were a bit steamy. She propped herself up as best she could, her bones cracking painfully from not being used too much the past few hours. “What are you doing here?” She finally asked.

Naturally, she had no idea what the French words meant, but just how they were said was so soothing. She knew the words weren’t rude or anything, of that she was sure, although she was curious as to what she did say. Her thoughts trailed though as the spy caressed her arm, rubbing the sore bruises there. She helped though, somehow, Reza aways helped. 

Those next words had her look up, her eyes a little wider. “R-really?” Would this be a date…? “Wh-where would we go?” She stammered, letting her arm fall so they were once again holding hands.

She knew the other was curious as to what she said, and she would say if she asked. But it seemed she had distracted the Scout with her next words. The wide eyes, and the slight look of shock had the Spy chuckle gently, moving to take her hand again as Robin lowered it. “Oui. I would like to spend some time with you off base… that is not stuck here in a hospital. But, only if you want. And I do not know yet. I am sure we could go practically anywhere you might want to go.”

Going out sounded amazing, although she could be biased since she hated hospitals and wanted to get out of this one NOW. But spending time with someone off base, especially Reza, just sounded like heaven. She did spend plenty of time away from her base regularly, but unless she’s with someone else, its not all that great. She cleared her throat and smiled, “I’d like that…I’d like that a lot. Anywhere, really, sounds great.” She just couldn’t stop smiling~

If my character was a super hero/villain, what would their one weakness be?

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grinningliesooc sent: (( For Robin - Reza )) “BY YOUR SIDE TILL YOU HEAL”

cherryfatale:

bluteamblues:

bluteamblues:

Robin blinked slowly at the spy, her eyes feeling like the lids had 20 lb weights on them. “Reza…?” She whispered, trying to sit up. She honestly didn’t expect to see the spy here…after all, they’ve only met a few times, even if some of those times were a bit steamy. She propped herself up as best she could, her bones cracking painfully from not being used too much the past few hours. “What are you doing here?” She finally asked.

Robin flinched slightly as Reza reached out to touch her, but then visibly relaxed on contact. It just felt…nice. She leaned into the touch slightly, feeling herself relax just in the Spy’s presence. This spy…there was something about her that could make Robin go from rambling idiot to relaxed kitten in a snap. “Yeah…not really a fan of hospitals but I always somehow end up in one…stupid.” She let her eyes close as the other pulled away, holding back a whine at the loss of her touch. Though in a tender spot, it felt surprisingly nice, probably because she actually loved having her head rubbed. She held back a whine however when the spy pulled away, although signed when she kissed her hand. She looked up at Reza, seeing the honest worry in the Spy’s face. She moved her hand around to cup her face, smiling gently. “Hey, I’ll be fine…this sorta thing always happens. No need to worry about me.”

She didn’t want to touch too long, not wanting to aggravate any of the injuries she had in her head at the moment. That was probably the worse thing that could happen, and Reza didn’t want to end up doing that to Robin. So she kept her lips against the other’s hand, watching her quietly for the moment, listening to her speak, before letting out a breath as her face was cupped. “Je vais toujours m’inquiète pour vous. Je ne veux pas vous voir souffrir." She murmured, knowing the girl would not understand the French, but she wasn’t going to deny telling her what it meant if she asked. It was just nice to slip back into her native tongue now and then, especially when she was worried. It was somewhat calming. She leant into the touch, her fingers trailing down along the Scout’s arm, resting in the crook of her elbow.

"Mmm… when you get out of here, we should go do something together. What do you think?"

Naturally, she had no idea what the French words meant, but just how they were said was so soothing. She knew the words weren’t rude or anything, of that she was sure, although she was curious as to what she did say. Her thoughts trailed though as the spy caressed her arm, rubbing the sore bruises there. She helped though, somehow, Reza aways helped.
Those next words had her look up, her eyes a little wider. “R-really?” Would this be a date…? “Wh-where would we go?” She stammered, letting her arm fall so they were once again holding hands.

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
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