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❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. (from Tony)
A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS
Ally rolled her eyes in the way only a child could at their parent, a deep sigh of resigned embarrassment following. It didn't matter that she was a grown adult; her arms fell to her sides and she looked at him with a raised brow, but there was a hint of a smile she was trying to hold back. "Really? The only time? I'm offended."
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god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?
he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.
#bound with thread | original posts#letters in verse | talking#g'raha tia#crystal exarch#hello everyone i am being Incredibly Normal about g'raha tia at -checks time- 12:02 am#you ever think about the fact that arr g'raha is basically killed/replaced when the exarch wakes up in 5.3. because i do. a lot#hi i have brainworms over this man he's SO tragic and i need to hold him gently in my hands like how you cradle a small trembling kitten#genuinely happy about his character growth and progression and happy ending and all but arr g'raha was the one who grabbed my focus#and i do miss a lot of that character sometimes yknow? post-shb g'raha isn't the same person as arr g'raha and that's intentional‚ i think‚#because he has gone through so much that we didn't see. so much trauma and pain because of the 8th umbral era and that loss he got hit with#and he's not the same person because he's *had* to change so much to keep himself and his people alive and i'm glad he's getting to#experience life to the fullest in endwalker onwards but just. i miss arr g'raha yknow#honestly the silliest thing about it is i miss his student of baldesion tattoo. was a fun little design element you know.#show us the tattoo again squeenix. give him back his red eyeshadow that he had.#give him his bow back i am begging#this has been: incomprehensible ramblings from simon at 12 at night
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love kept me awake at night
see, she's going mad
too much happiness is mania
the world opened like a clam
to an unpredictable light
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"If you've come in to point out the picketers, I'm well aware." Witch had to bite back the vitriolic disdain that wanted to spill from lips. "They've been here since seven in the morning and considering my apartment is upstairs... it's one hell of a way to wake up. I got half the mind to curse 'em but that wouldn't be too good for business in the public eye now, would it?" Small scoff. "Not that I've been doing it for years before hand or anything."
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@nctafraid said: "He just needs a little direction." from Chuck
Sarah has been both dreading and anticipating this meeting. She's finally out of the hospital, her shoulder is slightly healed. Even though her range of motion isn't what should be. It still hurts to move her arm to a certain extent. But that's something she's just going to have to deal with. There are more important things than her physical wellbeing right now.
She needs to find her husband. And Shaw is the only key they have to getting those answers. Because she can't get to Kami. She will eventually, and when she does it won't be pretty. She'd like to take her off the chessboard for good, thankfully she has more impulse control than that. But she is going to put her somewhere where she can't hurt Winn ever again.
"I just don't see why that direction can't be through a wall."
She brought Chuck with her. Not that there was any reality in which he would let her do this alone. And that's probably for the best. Because she needs someone to have her back. And, beyond that, he's there to keep her from doing something she might regret. Although, she has a feeling she won't regret anything she does inside that room. Everything that would happen is there is what Shaw has coming to him.
"Let's get this over with."
She pushes the door open and heads inside the room. And Shaw is already wearing that smug smirk of his. God, she really hates this guy.
"Agent Walker." He says, his voice just as smug as his smirk. "Always a pleasure."
#nctafraid#don't make me sorry i ever counted on you (verse 02; feat nctafraid)#how many times do you have to be the hero to realize queue are that guy? (queue)
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You who were born from original sin, the Vessel of Bhaal.
#[ 02 ] ── * VISAGE ( 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 )#[ 06 ] ── * AESTHETIC ( 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 )#[ BLOOD PETALS ] ── * VERSE ( 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘭 )#( casually testing something and messing around with the psd )#( that and messing with the save to web options and such and just-- y'know fiddling )
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@buriedabove inquired : i don't know whether to be pissed or be thrilled to see you again.
inbox prompt : i thought you were dead prompts.
prompt status : accepting !
𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙃𝙐𝙁𝙁 𝙊𝙁 𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍 at the other's words . ada was hardly surprised that he had conflicting feelings upon her return into his life , though it'd been becoming increasingly obvious that them crossing paths with each other seemed inevitable . chestnut - hued eyes flicker to meet his gaze and she simply gave a half - hearted smile .
❛ yes , well if i were you , i'd stick with the thrilled option , seeing as i've been sure to stop you from becoming another body to litter this island . ❜ the spy mused , offering a shrug before she let her arms drop fully to her side . there is more she could say , much had been left unsaid between them after their last meeting . though as she was sure they were both aware , ada had her hands full with the job that'd brought her to the los illuminados village in the first place — and well , wesker was not a patient man .
❛ do make sure you don't die , leon , i cannot continue to save you all the time , you know . ❜
#【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ interactions. ❫#【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ answered. ❫#【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ verse 02. ❫#buriedabove
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚ ✧. ┊┊ @rosecoloredmuses - liked!
ㅤㅤ❝𝓦-where did you come from!?❞ Utaki said in a surprised tone. She was shocked to find herself in the strange new world, having arrived a few minutes prior. As long as they were friendly, she would be glad to have someone else suddenly appear in the said world!
#rosecoloredmuses#☆|| ch;; utaki mizukawa#☆|| verse 02;; utaki mizukawa#:☆: this was made especially for you! ( closed starters )#// i cant recall if they've met-- have an ASF thread tho :3
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Balancing Act
@battcries-included
"Tony, come on! You're gonna miss it!" It wasn't uncommon for Tony to be bombarded by the masses whenever he was out in public, and while it was annoying, Ally didn't usually pull him away. But this, this was far more important than making some people's day with signatures and selfies.
"Morgan's up next on beam!" They sat in the metal bleachers of a local gymnastics gym where Morgan was about to partake in her first competition. She was a late starter to gymnastics--she started just after her ninth birthday--but Pepper and Tony mentioned wanting to find her a hobby that could help her expend some energy, and as a hyper kid who needed that too Ally knew exactly what to offer.
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The lack of true light, the murkiness. Rauru was despising every moment within the depths but it was a requirement to be there as some zonai belongings seemed better in his care. Zonaite, energy cells left behind; he grabbed a hold of what seemed easier to bring back that was of use. But as he stood there, still and observing the piece of zonaite currently in his hands whilst muttering a few things to a nearby construct, both ears twitched and almost turned at the sounds that only became louder. He turned around harshly with a small snarl, defensive from experience.
"―have you decided to take the sanctuary from the depths in here or do you have other intentions? We do not appreciate intruders."
@topbanna8
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I could, but I won’t (but I want to)
You could, but I wouldn’t let you (even if you wanted to)
Should is a dirty word
So we did what we shouldn’t
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(Thanks to @feelinkeeli for suggesting this clone!)
Muzzle is feeling something he’s mentally relating to claustrophobia from being in this system so long. For the first year of the war, Maze and Fett tossed him at little problems, letting him go solo at first and then assigning him a babysitter of a LT after the little incident with Admiral Tarkin—the bastard deserved to get his jaw broken—and then a few missions later he’d gotten stuck here, leading an offensive against one of the most annoying generals the Separatists must possess.
The men that are, somehow, under him no longer cower to his glares. They ask him how he’s doing. They cheer him on.
Who do they think he is, Spar?
Speaking of that particular mess, Spar and his Jetiise should be arriving any minute. It’s hard to rail against his fate, stuck here, when this was supposed to be Spar’s life. Instead he’s stuck playing Fett’s political game, trying to keep the other Alphas from worrying too much about him. Muzzle knows better, though. Hell, even Sull and Tavo and their little clique who tried to not pay too much attention to Spar back on Kamino know.
He’s sick. Even if he mostly looks better, he’s still sick.
“Sir, the proscribed ship is approaching. They’re being directed to the docking bay,” Muzzle’s LT, Dennis, says, looking more anxious than usual.
Muzzle barely spares him a glance and heads off to the docking bay. “Medics on stand-by?”
“Yes sir, just like last time.”
Spar’d come by last on one of Muzzle’s first missions with Dennis. Muzzle may have…overdone it, if his LT’s remembering it so well. “Good.”
Muzzle waits in an appropriate parade rest as the ship ramp comes down, but any view of him as a stern ARC is absolutely smashed by the way Spar comes flying down the ramp and nearly tackles him to the ground. It’s absolutely done in when he hugs Spar back. “Su cuy’gar, shebs,” he mutters.
Spar laughs, loud and joyful and a little forced. “Su cuy’gar, al’verde,” he retorts, dropping back to the metal floor of the docking bay.
Muzzle grimaces. “Who are you calling al’verde, eh?”
Spar blinks, then looks over at Dennis.
Muzzle also looks at Dennis who abruptly drops his hands from whatever sign he was making and attempts to look innocent. Unfortunately for Dennis, he can’t even look innocent when he is, which is rare enough anyway. “What?”
“Nothing, sir,” Dennis says quickly.
Spar frowns. “Come on, don’t tell me no one told him.”
Dennis looks away.
“Did you even tell him you got a promotion?”
“What?” Muzzle asks. “Wait, what rank are you now?”
Dennis will not meet his eyes. “...Captain,” he admits, mumbling the world.
Okay, so they have the same rank now—. “And what rank do I have, Captain?”
“...Commander.”
Spar snickers. “I bet Maze didn’t want to scare you.”
“Scare me. Sure. More like he knows I’ll go back to Coruscant and kill him for this—wait does this mean…” No. No.
“You are the proud commander of a very decorated battalion,” Spar assures him. “They were very happy to petition for your promotion so they could keep you.”
Muzzle looks down at him. “I’m killing Maze.”
“Not until the war is won.”
Ugh. He’s right. They unfortunately need Maze to do all the paperwork and keep Fett from replacing the duraplast of their armour with cured aiwha hide.
Spar pats his shoulder. “Good man. Now deal with the fact you got promoted like an adult and not a cadet.”
Muzzle wrinkles his nose at him.
Spar smiles.
One of the Jetiise clears their throat and Muzzle has to remember that right. Spar isn’t alone.
That’s something, at least.
(I am not currently accepting clones to subject to Spar.)
#my fanfiction#alpha clone spar#alpha clone muzzle#alpha 66#alpha 02#sorry I love him#he's mine now#ssitb#ssitb verse#ssitb verse au#I have plans for this man
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continuation of x.
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Daigo sucked in a breath when Melissa reached for the hand he had respectfully withdrawn. It shook faintly as she brought it to her cheek. At first contact with the witch's skin, he drew it away slightly ― as if to suggest that he still didn't believe this wasn't a mistake or in anticipation that she would flinch away. Melissa remained steadfast, however, and inevitably Daigo's palm settled back. He admired the cool temperature of her flesh.
Gently, the creature's fingers explored the side of her face. His thumb briefly traced the edge of her nose and then ghosted down over her lips. Daigo slowly mapped out the details of Melissa's features, and he realized as he did that his initial greeting stood firm. She was indeed beautiful. The large, coarse hand set ever so lightly on the witch moved toward the base of her skull next, exploring her lengthy, silken hair. Its texture seemed to pique Daigo's curiosity : he ran several strands through his digits, marveling at how thick and lush it was. He could see that it was dark.
While Daigo learned about his strange visitor's appearance, his own face seemed to soften. The harsh lines in it eased, and he even took a half - step toward her. His ears picked up her breathing, which was notably calm in his presence ; the smell of her perfume came to his nose. He was fine to simply take her in for a moment, allow each of his senses to investigate her, and listen to what she said.
Daigo tiled his head thoughtfully at the mention of other humans and humans with gifts. He thought he saw them from time to time : when he plucked at the webs in the earth to find his bearings, occasionally a person's appearance would come back to him with almost forceful strength . . . and they were different. Like the butcher who was kind enough to sell him suspicious quantities of raw meat regularly, whose smile was full of too many teeth. Daigo discovered these last few years that this was another of his abilities ― that he could see beings on the earth for what they truly were even when no one else could. He taught himself not to react to it, but it was because of this that Melissa's insight didn't startle him as much as it once may have. Daigo wondered what the witch would look like to him, were they both to have their feet firmly planted on old and rich black soil.
( He possessed no way of knowing then, of course, that she would be the most beautiful thing he ever saw. )
Melissa's explanation, though, made Daigo freeze. His hand cupped her face, fingertips twined in her hair and the heel of his palm at the edge of her jaw. The creature could tell that Melissa believed what she said. Her conviction was plain, as was the depth of emotion behind every word. These statements were not paltry by any means ; they were real, defining truths that her very life was anchored to.
' I AM FAR FROM A MIRACLE, ' Daigo argued, stare downcast. ' AT BEST, I AM AN ABOMINATION. ONE OF THREE. I APPRECIATE YOUR VISIONS, MELISSA, BUT . . . I AM NOT WORTH IT. ' He repeated the same sentiment. That self - loathing was protective, and Daigo held to it firmly.
The creature pulled his hand away from her visage. Their conversation made him feel anxious and afraid, like an animal trapped in a corner. Daigo forgot that Melissa might be able to feel this with him, forgot that his other fingers were around hers. He had such a fearsome urge to itch. What he really was wanted to escape this body desperately. It churned up his insides and threatened to crawl out of his throat to the point that he raised his claws and dug them into the flesh of his neck. Without thinking about his audience, Daigo raked them downward with a whimper, hoping to peel away this ill - fitting body. The result was a ghastly mess. As the creature removed his sharp weaponry, his healing factor took over ; the torn ribbons of skin knitted itself back together. All that was left was the smear of fresh blood that he wiped onto the front of his garments.
With a last pang of resentment, Daigo completely separated from Melissa. He snaked a hand under the edge of his shirt to scratch fruitlessly, clicking softly. It was clear, no matter what he said, that he was not healthy : an overly - agitated spider with too little nourishment and no way to properly molt in an environment that didn't suit it. Couldn't suit it.
#ooc. Poor boi wants to believe her but he's too anxious and ill atm. :')#⤿ ❤. ✕ WORLD ✕ MELISSA & DAIGO#⤿ VERSE. ✕ MONSTROUS HORROR 02 ✕ THE FATHER OF HIS OWN KIND#arachnophobia tw#spider tw#self harm tw#self harm mention#blood tw#gore tw
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"I think that the government should be keeping their asses out of our business. That's the last thing any of us need in our magical practises." Stern expression appeared on usually carefree features and hands were placed into back pockets simply for the sake of putting hands somewhere. "What I do with my spare time's never been their business and it never will be. Fuck this."
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[ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] [Daisuke :3c]
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝
[ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they “deserve better than whatever this is”.
If Miyako's eyes could actually roll to the back of her head, they'd certainly have done it by now.
Her feet tapped under the desk while Daisuke rolled on her bed, listing reason after reason why studying wasn't the end-all be-all of someone's life, something about carpe diem and seizing the day (which he certainly heard in class and now was parroting at her), the brevity of life, all of the bullshit of someone who doesn't actually have anything important to do and wants to drag the others down with them.
As if her nerves weren't frazzled enough by all the studying. High school admittance exams loomed closer, and she knew she shouldn't have gone to so many playdates, she shouldn't have volunteered to go on so many Digital World missions (Koushirou wasn't as busy and thrice better at everything she could possibly do), she shouldn't have let herself get consumed by so many distractions. Now, she was reaping what she sowed, toiling away at her school books, while Daisuke - ever the devil - was trying to tempt her again with the delights of a carefree life.
Or maybe he was just trying to help. Same difference.
- Deserve better than what, than getting admitted in an actual good high school?! Pay attention to what you're saying, Daisuke, for once!! I'm not gonna die by studying here, I'm gonna die if I fail the exams!! It's my future what we're talking about, you know?!
#DAISUKE NO | Daisuke Motomiya#The 02 Idol | Teenager Verse#Chosen Children LET'S ROLL!! | In Character#variouscolors#[poor daisuke it's not his fault miyako has poor time management skills 😔]
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" which one of you is in charge today because i am in a very specific mood. " ( from pam hehe )
𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺 , 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅 . 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚈 . the voice inside his head mocked . dent knew she was there ; every room pamela walked into nowadays seemed to become infested with her perfume . sickeningly sweet and moist , the aroma was like what he thought a jungle after rainfall would smell like . harvey , however , remained slouched over his desk . he was not in the mood for visitors ; five people had died in a traffic accident which had been his doing . four innocent lives in exchange for one rotten man ... harvey took another sip of his whiskey to quiet down the pain . instead , the reptilian voice inside of his cranium became amplified .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" we're all very democratic 'round these parts , ivy , " the chimney voice which spoke sounded nothing like harvey's . the lamp on his desk only illuminated the disgraced district attorney's handsome half ; the ruined one remained hidden in the shadows with only one wide wet eye occasionally glistening in the dark . harv tilted his head to give his visitor a rotten grin . " everyone gets a taste of the pie . " the man bowed his head as soon as he finished that thought , unhappy with his worse half's choice of words. but that part of mr. dent wasn't done ㅤ--- ㅤit continued to gurgle obscenities in his ear .
𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙿𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝚂 ; 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙲 , 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 . 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝚂 , 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁 .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤharvey rubbed his face , trying to scrub those thoughts off of him . when he looked up at pamela again , he sounded more like himself . " what are you doing here ? " dent sounded exhausted .
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