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@elegaeic said ; Run along home while you yet live. / but from the multi sb for daefina and rin
her words are met with a pout, a furrow of his golden brow, and rin cocking his head to one side. "i'm not going to die," he scoffs - - - his voice is far too light for a conversation of this magnitude - - - and shakes his head, "if anyone would die it is you, sister dear. if one of the others sets upon us they'll just be all oh, silly little rin, caught up in machinations beyond your understanding, etc. etc. etc."
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SENTENCE STARTERS FROM 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐌𝐀
You place me in ill company.
Fantasies of death and redemption concern me not one whit.
Tell me then, why has your lord father not sent your brother?
You will retract those words, ser!
..Else suffer what consequence?
I shall wash my honor clean in your blood!
And you would play the second? I would welcome the challenge.
He's made an open mockery of me and my homeland.
An oathbreaker of your ilk is champion to no man.
They were convenient to my purpose, nothing more.
What cause is served by sending men to die for his pleasure?
And what of those of this land who will die for your peace?
Will you stand idly by while a people lose their land?
You are no knight, villain!
Pray, think of the morrow.
What is gained by all our deaths?
I will not suffer such slander!
Has he sent his finest blades? A general fit to lead them?
Your head is a meager trophy.
The men of the fort may have use of you yet.
Is no slander beneath you?
The duel is well and settled. Begone from my sight at once.
I've no more patience to indulge your play at knighthood.
Run along home while you yet live.
'Tis a sorry truth that righteousness is a rare luxury in war.
No oath binds you, nor would my death do you any great service.
I must make a pitiable sight..
I knew.. I am a meager choice to send as aid.
I fear I put on a shameful display...
He had the truth of it, every word.. I am weak.
I serve no purpose here, save as hollow homage to an empty pact.
It would please me to know it provided you some small comfort on your journey.
I cannot hope to grow strong overnight, but I will return able to serve you.
Your pride is lost, but you've kept your head.
Such utter defeat ill leaves room for argument.
They will have my confession, and my head, should they wish it.
Even as I am, I've still some semblance of pride.
Do you think me a fool for coming back? For not running?
In truth, I hardly know my own reasons.
Better that men at arms turn and run, than stand and die.
I was sure it was the best way. The only way.
You brought doubt with you.
'Tis a strange thing, to find such hope unwelcome.
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CARMILLA
by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado
did you realize he killed her off?
who reads an introduction?
i long for the door to open.
i did not know that it was possible.
i did not realize my soil was not salted.
she is already dead.
someone did lie there, the place is still warm.
lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.
the poor young lady is dead.
the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.
i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.
i forget the rest.
was ever a being so born to calamity?
i cannot, dare not, delay.
it would be so delightful.
where am i? what is this place?
how do you like our guest?
tell me about her.
how very odd to say all that!
i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.
how wonderful!
i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.
i could not forget your face.
i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.
if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.
i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.
i have never had a friend.
i shan't require assistance.
it is very hard to part with you.
young people like, and even love, on impulse.
heavens! if i had but known all!
your little heart is wounded.
if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.
you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.
what can you mean by this?
i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.
don't you perceive how discordant that is?
i think it very sweet.
you pierce my ears.
you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.
i don't trouble my head about peasants.
tell me nothing about ghosts.
i hope there is no plague or fever coming.
sit here, hold my hand.
that comes of strangling people with hymns!
i shall demand redress from him.
then you have been ill?
let us talk no more of it.
you would not wound a friend?
you are afraid to die?
girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.
are you glad i came?
how romantic you are.
i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.
i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.
is there a chill in the air?
it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.
i have been thinking of leaving you.
do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?
you do not know how dear you are to me.
i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.
you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.
how jealous i am you cannot know.
you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.
there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.
you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.
were you ever at a ball?
i was all but assassinated in my bed.
love will have its sacrifices.
no sacrifice without blood.
you see it now with your own eyes.
you must not plague me with questions.
you are not to trouble your head about it.
i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.
you puzzle me utterly.
i had no hope of meeting you so soon.
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oops i lied. sorry, i promise i still have muse for all of this but i'm just verrry drained lately. writing will occur at some point.
writing ! doing it !
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rin holds his hand out as far as he can, the fingers splayed and shaky as blood drips to the soil beneath. "i was just trying to play with him," he's whining, there's no way to deny it, "you play with him! he just doesn't like me." wide, starry eyes are almost teary ; it's hard to tell how genuine the emotion is, though - - - it always is with rin. maybe he's just stressed about getting blood on his pristine white jacket. a loose golden curl is shaken out of his face as beseeching eyes are turned on wish
"i wasn't baiting him! what kind of monster do you think i am?" it seems that line only just hit his mind.
RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS
@fals3nd rolls . . . i'm bleeding. i'm not just making conversation.
rin is fortunate scratch and yourself were within eyesight. the owlbear cub, who, lacks scratch's gentler temperament through no fault of his own. you suspect his time in captivity will haunt him for a long while to come. goblins slayed who's mother. you're made of heartier stock.
"i can see that. didn't i tell you to stop baiting him with food? be grateful he didn't do worse," rivulets of blood streak across rin's hand. bright, fresh, and wet. the cursory thought of sinking your fangs in next staggers you back into your body, black eyes aflutter, ". . . c'mon. shadowheart's around here somewhere."
#mindhallow#* rin ; answered#* rin ; v ; main#DDRTFYGHUJK#rin would have been such a blubbering mess forever about it#also the man is like so bad at animal handling ..... kicking him
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watching the fall.out show .... lucy maclean i adore u
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all the work of doing taxes to not owe but not get much back either....
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Nynaeve & Elayne | The Wheel of Time season 2
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at least she has collided with the one least likely to recognize her. though - - - like this, with the silver arm hidden beneath sleeve and glove, and her armor dented and worn, few would pick out savior of elturel meredith connar from a crowd. the only ones who will recognize her are those who want her head. or rather, her arm, but it's much the same fate. meredith looks at this hero and wonders how it feels to be constantly recognized. the heroics of meredith's haphazard party had operated on another plane altogether, recognized by scarce few and known more as stories than by faces. these people had run through this very city and seen so many, been seen by so many. meredith doesn't envy her.
"down that alleyway are people i believe mean to do me harm," her head jerks in the direction of the alley. it is cast in shadow, but there are two figures hidden there. upon first glance they appear uninterested and focused wholly on some conversation, but there is a glint of the eye in this direction, a tenseness in their forms as if ready to pounce. meredith could easily dispatch them ( two foes against one is unfair in many circumstances, but meredith has weathered worse ) but it would cause a scene. "i know their ways, and they will not strike if i am not alone." the words come stilted and overly formal, as is often meredith's default with strangers, as she looks at this hero.
"i would - reward you for this, of course. i have gold." the words begin to run into each-other the longer meredith speaks. she was never the silver-tongued one. "and i would only need your help to an inn not a terrible distance from here. the golden mammoth, if you know it?" it has been the buzz of baldur's gate since opening, owned and operated by one of the saviors of elturel.
you don’t like to linger in the gate ( after vlaakith's ambush in whitkeep, you’d rather not deal with the repercussions of being in such a confined world ; not that this particular incident is the reason for your objection in the first place ). your objective is clear—you must not idle. the lich-queen's forces are alive and active every waking second ; outposts scatter the sword coast waiting to fall. you came solely to to refill empty packs with scrolls, elixirs, and arrows then to leave again on your journey northward.
no longer with copious garbage lining your pockets, at ease adjusting the straps around your shoulders and the belt on your waist, you make haste through the streets of the rebuilt city... until a small force disrupts your path.
“ shka’keth! ” the word mindlessly tumbles out, louder than you think, as you whip around to stare at the culprit already fleeing the scene. city-folk just know how to rile you up—they always do—even more so than the creatures or githyanki you've vanquished in the last few months. and in that time you learned : you shouldn't entertain this matter for they simply do not care ; it only furthers your reasoning to scarcely be here.
unfortunately and unexpectedly, the culprit returns. the other's unsaid attitude changes real quick to that of curiosity? your irritation roils as she continues speaking. makes you think : how many githyanki does this stranger know of to have saved a city than pillaged it? your left eye narrows, scans the stranger up and down for a sign, anything of a follow up to her declaration : “ what of it? ”
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actions speak louder than words
non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly.
(add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
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SGTERSO. a rp blog for jyn erso from star wars: rogue one.
written by libby.
"another petty criminal. another stupid girl. another piece of flotsam unable to find a place within the empire other than as an obstacle to its glorious machinery. she at least has some spirit and a strong spine, so put her to work at one of the emperor's labor camps, where we can wring some usage of her before she dries up and dies."
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i ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers : so dead, that is has returned to dust.
circe croft ; independent original character by bee.
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i ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers : so dead, that is has returned to dust.
circe croft ; independent original character by bee.
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puts on my red nose and squeaky shoes.
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PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2023
[July 3rd to July 9th]
Day 6: Favorite character
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