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  if it LOOKS like a duck, quacks like a duck, lives at the duck pond                 like a duck, TRICKED me out of a loaf of bread once.. what was my POINT

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

He was fairly certain he didn’t know. Endless days of peace and lazy contentment; he had known them briefly and they seemed now fragments of days all compiled together to block out the horrors of the reality. Nonetheless, he could see no downside to having them return. 

“For some, perhaps. Other eyes have seen enough suffering and injustice to warrant it.” But he had learned long ago not to take too much for granted. He found it easy to appreciate small things, like a moment of peace. 

              Well, okay, that sounded pretty personal. She shifts slightly, feeling a bit awkward now. She hadn’t meant to say anything upsetting, she’d only been trying to make conversation. Saying something like that to a stranger had probably been pretty dumb, though.

             It’s sort of ridiculous, when she thinks about it. She’s literally having a conversation about the weather. And, in some weird way, it seemed like he was somehow being pretty deep about it. “Oh, well, okay. Um, I guess that’s true too.” She had really just been referring to things like thunder and snowstorms-----not suffering or injustice.