Nothing but a copy

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

Threatening Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from various sources for threats to and from a muse. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I know you went to the police about me. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"You may think you know all my secrets, but I also know all yours."

"When I shoot, I shoot to kill."

"The only way for you to influence this situation is to tell me what I want to know right now and deny me the pleasure of extracting it from you."

"Your efforts are futile."

"If you were going to do anything, you would have done it already - but you haven't, have you?"

"You won't leave here alive."

"Remember - I'm watching you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Were you under the impression that you were dealing with a nice man?"

"Stay out of it. It's nothing to do with you."

"There are ways to hurt you that do not involve hurting you."

"If you want me to keep quiet, I want something in return."

"If you refuse to tell me what you know, it shall be a very serious matter indeed."

"I give you one chance to surrender."

"I always thought you were smart, but a smart man would let sleeping dogs lie."

"You think this is over? Tell yourself another lie."

"Copies of these photographs will receive generous distribution within 48 hours from now unless something is done to prevent it."

"Are you here to kill me? Because I have to admit, I find the possibility very exciting."

"If you try anything, I will break your wrist."

"I am not a nice man. It is important that you understand that."

"I've never really been good at taking no for an answer."

"One more word out of you, just one, and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head."

"You have killed many, but I have killed more."

"Nothing you can do will end this."

"I've never had anyone killed before, but I don't think I'm above it."

"I hope I won't have to threaten you as well."

"You can lock me up, you can even kill me, but you can never stop me."

"Drink in your victory. It won't last long."

"Do that again and I'll remove your organs in alphabetical order."

"If you won't give me a straight answer, perhaps you'll tell someone more... 'persuasive'. "

"The time remaining when you can still refuse me is dwindling."

"I'm going to hunt them down and kill them."

"Everyone knows that threats from me are not idle threats."

“That knife looks rather sharp.”

“These ropes hurt!”

“I’m going to tie you up and hang you from the ceiling and torture you until you talk.”

“Stop!  I’ll tell you everything if you stop!”

“I can’t see anything.  Could you take this blindfold off?”

“Just kill me already!”

“You’ve had me hanging here tied up for a while now, just let me go.”

“I can keep hitting you all day.”

“Either you talk, or I’m going to kill you and everyone you love.”

“How do you feel about torture?”

“I can’t take anymore!”

“I am going to hurt you.  A lot.  And I’m going to enjoy it.  Unless of course, you decide to start talking.”

“That really hurts!”

“Please stop torturing me!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“You’ve blindfolded me.  My hands are tied behind my back.  You’ve tied my ankles together.  How do you expect me to do anything for you like this?

“Tell me everything or this will really start to hurt.”

“This blindfold will keep you from seeing what’s about to come.”

“Put your hands behind your back or I’ll have to hurt you more.  There’s no point in resisting, I’m tying you up either way.”

“How many fingers do you think I can cut off before you talk?”

“Is it really necessary to keep my hands tied behind my back like this?”

“That looks like a rather uncomfortable position I’ve restrained you in.”

“Why have you tied me up like this?”

“How does that duct tape feel on your mouth?”

“I’ve been tied up like this for days!”

“I wouldn’t have to torture you if you’d just tell me what I want to know.”

“How do you feel about knives?”

“Talk now, or I’m going to start cutting off parts of your body that you don’t want to be missing.”

“Stop hitting me, please!”

“Please stop!”

“Please let me go!”

“Do you really need both your eyes?  Because I think I could pull one right out with ease.”

“I think I have more than enough rope here to tie you up completely.”

“Please don’t use that knife on me!”

“I’m rather enjoying torturing you.  I just might keep it up even if you do tell me what I want.”

Rawya frowned slightly by his comment. "You think so, because you're a clone. But, you're still a person, with emotions. You're worth protecting." She ensured him, giving him a warm smile.

“My name is Rawya, one of the surviving children of Gallifrey.” Rawya remained calm, understanding the man’s concerns at her. She was new there, after all.

“My race can read each other through telekinesis. I was reading yours. You have the same features as me, but not quite…fully. This tells me that you’re made by a machine, am I right?” She ask him with a concerned look.

The name didn’t sound familiar. Not even with 900 years of memories and experiences helped. But it wasn’t unheard of for the Doctor to have not known everyone. 

“I knew what you were the second I saw you, I felt it.” Johnny had luckily blocked most of his thoughts in preparation, he’d gotten very good at that. But that didn’t mean he didn’t let some slip. “Less of a machine, more of a big tub of goo.”

The Master had been doing a bit of work on his TARDIS. An attempt to see if he could finally get the damn ship to stay in a manner he liked or not. But instead he thought everything outside might have been jumping time and space. That wasn’t a concern, though, until the door opened, and he heard footsteps.

“Oh, you’re probably not wrong. The second there was no more Rory, well, no more Rory.” He shrugged, circling round the console with one arm stuck out like he was balancing.

Johnny said that and his eyebrow raised. “Oh, I was just going to take you anyways. Lovely when they comply. Shame you weren’t going to fight.”

With that he stopped in the front of the console again, pressed a button to lock the doors behind them. He didn’t have a plan for taking Johnny by force, he certainly didn’t know what he was doing with him now.

“I could just kill you the second I take us away from here.” He says, finger hovering over the lever. “You don’t know if I’ve been waiting for something like this. Don’t think I wouldn’t be curious about messing around with your genetic material? Certainly not with my little arch enemy’s face?”

He wouldn’t torture him. Not yet at least. That wasn’t fun.

“You don’t know me at all, Johnny. Not really. But I’m feeling generous to entertain.” He walked away from the console. “Pull that lever right in front of you and off we pop. Seal your fate for me.”

The master was right, Johnny didn’t know him at all. At least not this version of him. Would he decide in the end to kill him? Very possible. Torture? Worse? Also possible. However, Johnny had sense that he was safe and felt not vibe of serious ill intent and he was content with that. “I could have fought,  but it’s no better out there than it is in here.”

“You could kill me, but what would be in the fun in that?” Johnny pointed out as he reached for the lever. “I’ve just spent the better part of many years reforming from being a puddle after the Doctor left me on an island by myself. I could tell you more about my genetic material than any silly tests could. ”

His hands shook for a moment, hesitant. Come on press the lever and get it over with, he told himself. He was ultimately giving himself up to his, no the Doctor’s archenemy. But he knew it was too late the moment he walked into the TARDIS.

Rawya frowned slightly by his comment. "You think so, because you're a clone. But, you're still a person, with emotions. You're worth protecting." She ensured him, giving him a warm smile.

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Rawya frowned slightly by his comment. “You think so, because you’re a clone. But, you’re still a person, with emotions. You’re worth protecting.” She ensured him, giving him a warm smile.

The protection wasn’t going to be easy. As a Time Lady who lived out as a human for years before discovering the Fobwatch, she had little experience. But she cared too much to let this man be in danger.

“Wait, how do you know about me?” He backed away, regardless of what she was, the flesh wasn’t that common of knowledge. Was it? She did seem genuine still, but over time he grew weary of passersby. “-And I highly doubt you would be saying that if you knew who i was cloned from.”

Johnny was in a state of panic. I had been an accident! He hadn't meant for anything to happen. He didn't mean to destabilize and lose control. But someone had seen him, called him a monster and it was like some part of him lost it. Next thing he knew someone innocent was at his feet, seemingly more than just unconscious. "How can I calm down! I just hurt someone....Worse!" Johhny frantically ran his hands through his hair, unable to feel the sensation other than it being a byproduct of stress, "Oh god I really am a monster, aren't I?"

The man... creature (?)... alien -- definitely an alien -- looked like he was on the verge of a meltdown. Gene instinctively started forward, holding up her hands in a gesture half signaling for him to calm down, half to show that she didn't mean him any harm. She'd seen him take down that brute who'd been screaming at him, after he'd... phased, or melted, or whatever -- shown his true form. Didn't matter that she wasn't technically unarmed; with a speed and power like that, the little pocketknife she was carrying around in her back pocket wasn't going to do her any good anyway. Better to just avoid a conflict entirely.

She gave Johnny’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She hadn’t really been sure what she expected to feel… Cold? Squishy? A sort of melted wax consistency? But it just… felt like a hand – solid and comfortable caught in hers.

“Well. ‘Monsters’ like us know better, don’t we?” she replied, raising an eyebrow at him. “Let them scream. Let him swoop in and pretend to play hero. I’m not gonna let him lay a hand on you.”

Gene glanced at the body still lying in the street, then turned and pulled Johnny away. “Come on. This way. Don’t look back. I’m gonna take care of you.” She felt her stomach give an odd little flip at the alien’s confession, and she glanced sideways at him with new curiosity. “He created you? And then he just-…”

She shook her head, disgusted. The more she learned about this ‘Doctor’ the more she couldn’t help but to hate him. What sort of Victor Frankenstein wannabe brought life into the universe, only to abandon it? “I-… I’m sorry, Johnny. ‘s not right, you being left all on your own. … How did you end up here?”

The reassuring squeeze was strangely tight enough for him to feel it. His eyes widened at the foreign sensation, as he he'd had never felt it before. At least not a welcoming touch. Until now all he had was memories of touching things, feeling without having to put effort. Because the only time he could ordinally feel things was if he hurt himself either on accident or on purpose.

Once more her words put him at ease and satisfied hthe part of himself that hated the Doctor for everything. He stayed silent as he let her pull him away. Although he couldn't help but look back for a fraction of a second before forcing himself to look away. "T-Thank you, I don't understand why you're helping me, but thank you."

Johnny instinctually palled up his hands into fists, including the one in her hand, which probably felt like vice grip but he couldn't help it. "Luck is how I got here. When the Doctor left me on abandoned on the island, as a puddle to slowly, painfully, reform. Someone arrived with a vortex manipulator. Tried to kill me, so in so in defense I....."

"I had the strangest dream last night," John murmured, sipping his coffee. He leaned against the counter of the bookshop, his eyes tired, a little unfocused as he watched the rain hammer away at the street outside. He turned to look at his best friend, and his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was having trouble trying to place him. Nightmares and migraines made it hard for the shopkeep to concentrate most mornings, but having someone like Johnny around to keep him grounded often helped.

"You were in it... Only... You weren't you... You looked... different. Paler, I suppose. Like a candle, left out in the sun... We were running away from something. I remember seeing the look on your face. You were so... scared. Upset. I was asking you to-" He winced as the pain in his skull spiked suddenly, inhaling sharply, and breathing out slow. He had to wait several seconds for the pain to pass... and as it did, the memory of the dream faded with it...

Maybe it was a selfish thing. But Johnny enjoyed that he wouldn't be alone, not anymore. Because he'd been valued enough to be in this position. Here, Johnny had a friend, although sometimes he’d wished they’d been more. Not that he would admit it.. He had a life with John here. Small and simple enough.

"Another strange dream, John? Probably from something you ate or drank. I have told you that certain things induce nightmares or strange dreams." Johnny smiled at the other before suddenly moving from the bookshelf he'd been stocking to rush to the other. He was there to support him in case the migraine caused him to fall again.