badideascometolife

[badideascometolife]

“The Darkling slumped back in his chair. “Fine,” he said with a weary shrug. “Make me your villain.” ― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

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Scene prompted by dialogue

"I just want to be numb. Why is it that I have to feel anything?"

The words surprised me as they spilled from his lips. His speech, drowned in an elixir of dysphoria, carved into my soul. They traced existing markings upon my heart.

"What you made me do today... I don't strive to be a monster, you know."

"Is that so?"

I was quiet, my articulation ginger.

Peter stiffened at my voice, turned sharply, and slid a confused gaze in my direction.

My footsteps must have betrayed his ears, I was not who he was expecting.

His expression flicked through emotions as I observed, a human slideshow.

Disorientation.

Melancholy.

Helplessness.

Frustration.

Anger.

Calculated Ice.

"Is there anything particular that you need, or are you just here to pry, human?" Each word was a thorned jab in my direction.

"Last time I checked, we both have the same rights to the rooftop." I was mocking him, but carefully. This didn't seem to be a jesting atmosphere.

His gaze narrowed upon me, but eventually with a gruff shrug he swiveled back to brooding upon the view.

My vision carried past him to the world beyond the marble railing.

The sun was growing more intimate with the skyline and soon we'd be greeted by the moon. Its golden threads streaked through the horizon's trees and mingled with the cove water. Great cliffs seemed to portray mere step stools, and fields great mismatched patchworks of grass. Orange bled from every pore in the earth and stained my skin. Nothing on Earth could compare to the sunsets of Archia.

I strode to join him in leaning upon the railing, a slight whistling of the air harmonizing with the thudding of my boots.

"Were you expecting someone?"

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“Hey, wait up.” I jogged to Cassius and brushed a ginger hand on his elbow. He drew sharp breath, wings squaring on his back.

“You alright?” I took an uncertain step backwards as the prince turned to face me. His gaze was sharp, intense, somewhere on the line between solomn and frustrated.

“I’m fine.”

My eyes trace the outline if his own. They’re darker, more tired than I remember.

“Did you need something?”

His obvious distaste in my company was surprising, but additional kindling to my frustration.

“No, just wanted to check to make sure you weren’t sick or hurting, because you certainly wouldn’t be avoiding me because of what happened between us would you?”

He opened his mouth to speak, fire in his eyes, but paused suddenly and thought better of it. The emotion in his features faded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Cassius. We see eachother everyday for months, and suddenly after a simple kiss you disappear from my life? I’m not a fool.”

“Simple ki-?” He cuts himself short again as the flames reignite, dancing across his irises. His nostrils flare as he releases a breath, and stares me down. In my peripheral I can see his fists clenching. My feet move confidently forwards, leaving only a few inches of space between us. Our breaths cleaved through the starch night air.

“It’s fine if you regret it, but I’d rather you just came out and-”

“No.” His answer was answer was sharp as a reflex.

“No.” He repeated himself in a cooler tone. With every breath he struggled to fill his veins with ice, cooling his expression and calming his tone.

“I don’t regret it, but doing anything of that sort isn’t allowed anymore.”

My head tilted, confusion contorting my features.

“You’re not my superior officer, there are no rules against us.”

His face hardened into stone.

“There are no rules, just personal requests.”

“What?”

“We can’t do anything thing, feel anything, like that again.”

“What are you saying?”

“I have a people to lead and you have your military duties and Cecile..”

“Hold on, Cecile? How is she apart of this?”

“We have been struggling for an alliance with the Yaethers for centuries, and Cecile’s family has finally agreed to forge one…through marriage.” His voice was gravel and ice. Dripping with disgust and shame.

“What?”

“To appeal to the terms, I-I can’t see you anymore.”

The words vomited from his lips, almost as if he was trying to separate them from his being.

I stumbled away from him, my eyes wide with surprise. My feet fumbled to walk away, but he snatched my wrist mid swing.

“Wait, please.”

“Wait for what? You to bond yourself to my own personal demon or for you to burn your kingdom to the ground through Cecile’s manipulation?” I tried and failed to wrench my arm free.

He gripped my wrist tighter, reeling me in. The closer I grew, the more molten emotion I could see swirling in his eyes.

“You don’t understand the situation I’m in.”

“I think I understand just fine, thank you.” My words grew stronger, less forgiving.

Only moments ago, I was a confused girl in love. Now, my greatest enemy was betrothed to that which I care the most.

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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“We tend to think that there’s a balance in the universe, but there isn’t. Step through that gate and you’ll find there are more evil versions of us out there than there are good. Maybe the evil killed those who were good or maybe there wasn’t much good to begin with. I don’t know.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“As you can see, we need all the good we can get and I’m reaching a place in my life, where I think all Gatekeepers reach in due time, where I tire of seeing evil continue to prosper.”

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“How can you stand to do this for a living?!”

“I don’t ask too many questions. It’s better that I don’t know why they want the target dead.”

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Ending 2018 with some Feysand art from ACOMAF. ✨

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Random Fantasy One Shot that randomly switches tenses 🤙

"Mortal!" Cecile turns back to snicker with her surrounding squabble of brown noses. "I'm in need of your service."

"And that would be?" The flatness of my tone rings through the glass balcony and douses the excitement.

"I need you to fetch a flower for me. A rose, to be exact." The giggling returns.

"A flower? How quaint." You can practically taste the sarcasm on my tongue. "I'll fetch my lady one post haste."

Despite the worthlessness of the task, I enjoy being sent off on trists. It's relaxing to be removed from the prescence of the high princess and her mob. I turn to leave, padding evenly towards the door, as the snickering begins to swell.

"No, no," Cecile says, a feline smile dancing on her lips, "not that way to the gardens."

I turn my head to find the maliciously amused gazes of the peanut gallery. With the wave of a manicured hand, the laughter ceases.

"I'd much prefer you take the route directly from the balcony."

"I'm confused, there aren't any stairs nearby."

Cecile's smile grows slowly.

"I'm aware."

My brows furrow, but I am quickly overcome by the true meaning of what she's asking. It must show on my face, as her crowd erupts into uproarious laughter once more.

"No. I refuse."

The cackling grows.

"There are numerous things I have done for your amusement, Cecelia, but jumping off of a balcony won't be one of them."

I untie my servant's apron and toss it in her direction.

"I'll take whatever consequences I'm given, but I'm done."

As I turned to leave, an invisible force locks my bones in place. A chill scurries through my blood as a horrible realization is upon me. With my upper body still mobile, I begin searching my person frantically. Despite emptied pockets, the string of enchanted defense beads Sephya gifted me were gone. I crane my neck to find them laced between the princess' extended claw-like fingers.

"Missing something?"

Shit.

"No. Cecile, please."

Her unfeeling eyes glow an orange so fiery, I swear smoke is beginning to billow.

"[Insert main characters name], I order you to jump off of this balcony and retrieve me a rose." The all too familiar scent of greenery and metal, magic, overwhelms me as the enchanted command binds me.

All at once my body is set into motion, my joints grinding like the rusty gears of a child's broken plaything. I flex every muscle in my body to keep from moving forwards, but her enchantment is so much stronger.

"Is this your revenge plot after Stephin rejected you?"

My desperate words echo across the glass, silencing the crowd.

A sharp inhale. My eyes rove to Cecile's stiffened figure.

"You want to murder me because he admitted to finding me more amusing than you? I want nothing of his affections, and yet you punish me?"

I scoff, the delirium of death overwhelming me.

"You stupid, pathetic school girl, throwing tantrums after your lover recognizes your poisonous character. It is not my fault Stephin sees you as a snake."

My obnoxious slander strikes a chord deep within her, but she masks it well. Her followers, now quiet, return to their usual evils after a round of malicious chanting.

The roaring in my ears collides with the crowing of the princess and her cronies. I fall to my knees, scraping at the ground as my legs draw closer to the edge. The tips of my fingers betray me as they fumble with the hatch of the sliding glass door.

Normally an exit meant for avian species, now the entrance to my death. The entryway shrieks against it's rolling metal frame, expressing the same emotions I keep broiling inside.

I peered over the edge, sunlight gleaming on the pond thousands of feet below. Taunting me with a beauty I'll never experience again.

How saddening that this is how it all ends. I discover another world behind the dimensions of my own, slay beasts beyond my greatest imagination, and then ultimately become enslaved to an elitist race of bird people. How quaint.

The phrase, an echo of only a few moments ago, releases within me a shredded, gutteral laugh. How rapidly my fate can change at the hands of a demented princess.

I was so close to freedom, to returning home. Now those hopes are ash in the wind.

My eyes catch on another glint of light.

Metal.

A sword.

Two swords.

I squint to see what can only be Cassian and one of his colleagues battling on the training grounds. My lips part to call his name, but I am cut off by my legs launching me from the balcony.

The sound in my throat gets warped by the fall and comes out as a terrified scream. Writhing in the air, I flip upwards and receive a full view of Cecile and her friends racing to catch a glimpse of my descent.

I claw at the air, now in complete control of my body, not that it would help me otherwise. Wind whips at my hair, it screams horrible phrases, degrading me as descend.

I am Icarus and the Archian society is the Sun. I flew to close to a life of fantasy and now my wings are molten wax at my sides.

Doing my best to face the ground, I flip my body around, not wanting to give Cecile the satisfaction of seeing my reaction. I stopped screaming after a short while and now begin to block the anxiety from my mind. If this is how I must go, I will go with pride.

Scrambling meager amounts of self respect in the few seconds I have left, I use my arms and legs to shield my chest. My eyes clamp shut and my thoughts begin counting the seconds.

Three...

Two...

One...

SMACK

I'm met with an impact I don't expect. Human flesh and muscle collide with my plunging corpse. A heavy breath is released as a male figure arcs upwards into the sky. I cling to his structure and realize with a glance that I am in the arms of Cassian.

He must have heard my screams.

I gurgle out a thank you, but with my body still in shock, I can't piece together a coherent word.

We shoot past Cecile and her booing friends. The foreign princess calls for the high prince of Archian, but his responds resembles a low growl.

With a final beat of his wings, we land upon a flat marble rooftop, higher than I've ever dared to go. I scramble out of his grasp and onto the solid truss, my throat aching to retch and my brain pleading for safety.

Whatever strength I have left, I use to hold back the vomit and heave myself onto my back. I drape a hand over my eyes to block the sun, and heave a raspy breath.

"What were you thinking?" Cassian's low articulation is outlined in disbelief and anger. "How could you be so thick headed?"

Even with my vision blocked I can sense him moving towards me swiftly. With a firm grip on my shoulders, I'm met face to face with him.

"Did you honestly think killing yourself was better than servitude? Is it that impossible to bear?"

His words are fire, but his eyes are all melting ice searching mine desperately for the briefest of moments.

What an unexpected amount of concern.

"Cecile ordered me." I concede.

I could sense his waiting for a more detailed explanation.

"She asked me to fetch her a rose from the garden, but enchanted me so that I had to jump the balcony to get it."

"And your defensive charm?"

"Stolen."

A low growl rumbles from his throat. He releases my shoulders and paces towards the edge of the rooftop.

"I knew she hated me, but I never expected murder."

My confession rouses a harsh laugh from within him.

"Do not underestimate her coldness. She will do whatever pleases her, whether that be killing or a harmless prank. It all weighs the same on her moral compass."

"And she is meant to inherit her own kingdom some day?"

He nods.

I scoff and begin hoisting my body up off the ground. Cassian returns to my side to extend a hand. I grasp it and climb to my feet.

"I'll return you to your rooms. One needs rest after a near death encounter."

I nod, not an inch of protest holding me back.

He places a gentle hand beneath my knees and the small of my back, his powerful wings extending.

"Thank you, for saving me." The soft words squeeze from my lungs, almost lost in the wind.

His eyes are on me and I glance up to meet them. They remind me so deeply of the sky that I begin to wonder if it would be so bad to fall within them. His grip on me tightens and he whips his head forwards.

"Don't mention it." Cold. Calculated. Controlled.

I'm met with the harshness of the air once more as we begin to sail.

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