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blitziegamez123 · 1 month
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Short animation of my Ocs
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criticalcrux · 1 month
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I've got a few muses awake and I'm up for awhile here. Drop a name in the comments for a short starter.
BNHA: Dabi, Deku, Hawks, Bakugo
Hazbin: Lucifer Morningstar
DC: Terry McGinnis
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lemonadecabaret · 6 months
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🍋 OPEN TOM STARTER
open to : f / nb prompt : tom is a rising cult leader who commands devotion and absolute loyalty from his flock. he's taken a shining to your muse and wants to bring them into the fold
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"Was it a sweet date - a perfect gentleman, was he?" Tom's interrogation began almost too innocently, boredom lacing his tone despite the sudden glint in his whiskey-colored eyes. After all, the man had been just lucky enough to catch the 'goodnight' kiss in all of its saccharine glory. "How touching." It was an unpleasant feeling...jealousy over such an insipid little boy. A child, really.
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the-drayster · 4 months
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Iris slapped at the phone hovering above her. It was (Not too) loudly playing Carmelldansen. She looked up groggily, grumbling in annoyance as Drayton snickered at her. She threw up a quick middle finger and rolled over, burying her face in her pillow.
"Heh, sorry."
She flipped him off again. But, then she felt slightly bad, so she turned to look at her asshole (slash affectionate, she thought) cousin again. "Why are you up?"
Drayton shifted, leaning back against the wall with a grin. "Couldn't sleep," he responded.
"Not good enough. It's like.. Two AM. Why are you awake?"
Drayton shrugged. Clearly he wasn't going to be helpful. Iris groaned (Dramatically) and sat up, patting the spot next to her.
"What is wrong," she asked, nudging his shoulder. Drayton shrugged again and yawned. (Loser. Slash affectionate.)
"I mean. Usually I stay up pretty late. This isn't abnormal." He shoved her shoulder back, leaning against her. (Bingo! Something WAS wrong.)
"Usually you don't bother me at two in the morning, unless you want something. Or something is wrong. So, spill."
Drayton sighed, smiling wryly. "It feels wrong. Being back here, I mean. But it also feels wrong for being here to feel wrong," he started. "I mean, this is my home. But I can't make myself fall asleep, and I'm bored. I don't get bored at night back at Blueberry."
Iris frowned. "I don't think that's wrong. You've spent a bunch of time there. Of course you'd sort of.. Mentally adopt that as home. I did that when Drayden first brought me over here, too." She didn't talk about that a lot. She had been horrified that she didn't think of Opelucid as home at first. But the more time she spent there, the more of a home it became. "Besides, you're probably missing all your friends."
"Yeah, that's probably a lot of it," he laughed quietly. He leaned on her a bit more. "Look at you. Iris, part champion, part gym leader, part therapist. Maybe you should come teach a class at BB."
Iris snickered and shoved at his face. "That's a great idea. Maybe if I taught, you would actually pass a class."
Drayton snorted and shoved her back. "You know, I originally just came in here to bother you. Screw you for making me think about my emotions."
"That's what I'm here for."
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vocesincaput · 7 months
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OPEN STARTER: Izzy Hands
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Perched upon a barrel at the bow of the ship with just a flickering lamp for light, Izzy stared out over the dark and eerily calm ocean waters. With all the rest of the crew asleep below deck, he had taken the opportunity to come up and get some time alone. Wanting some time to get lost in his thoughts. With everything that had been happening recently, he needed it.
Having lost track of time and believing himself to be completely alone, Izzy wasn't feeling the chill of the cold night air as he began to do something he hadn't done in a long, long time as he started to sing.
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//Link is to 'Pi.nk Flo/yd - Wish You Were Here' which I think would be perfect for Con's voice.//
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ffxivtribehydrae · 11 months
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OC Tag Game
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Tagged by: @sundered-souls (thanks!)
Favorite OC: It changes over time. Currently Dusk is on top spot!
Oldest OC: I'll just mash this with the one below. Make my own. Newest OC: You know, just list all OCs in order of creation, for fun! From Oldest to Newest: Dusk - Dubus, Auro'usk, Khu - (Tagadus) - Zo'ogai, Zo'tall - Childé - Ozodug - Zyyn - Verihiirensammal
Dusk was my introduction to FFXIV RP! So I hold him very dear. The trio was decided upon at the same time they'd be RP characters. Tagadus might be dead, but I found a way. While Zo'tall was made much later, I introduced the Zo's to RP at the same time. Childé was more a realization that hey, I can still RP him in text without actually being on him in game! Ozodug just fell onto the scene as I realized it made sense for his story. Zyyn (& Baruun) was just me and Neoma having a stupid idea and rolling with it. Veri was just supposed to be a plot thing for another character, but I had a bit of too much fun weaving his story...
Meanest OC: Childé. He doesn't mind hurting your feelings on purpose.
Softest OC: Either Auro'usk or Zo'tall. Probably Zo'tall, with the benefit of being a child.
Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Zo'ogai, though he doesn't mean to be.
Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Dusk, he tries.
Dumbest (Derogatory) OC: Zyyn (& Baruun). Think Dumb and Dumber
Smartest OC: Khu, he's the only one who bothered with studying and constatnly wants to learn more.
Horniest OC: Dubus, to him it is one of the greatest joys in life so.
OC You’d Bang: Dubus... I have terrible taste.
OC You’d Be Best Friends With IRL: Dusk, it would be easy to get along with him and in a modern world he'd probably enjoy a lot of the same things as me!
Tagging: @adellennehocoleux @umbralsound-xiv @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat @heiress-incognito @umbralaether @spotofmummery @syerraffxiv @cadrenebula @neoma-eltanin and anyone else who sees this! Just tag me so I can read!
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universestreasures · 3 months
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Extension / Spinoff Of This Thread With @shacchou
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The vibration from his pager in his pocket was sudden and out of nowhere, but he reacts to it as effortlessly as he did anything. Tasuku, along with Jack who was back in his card form, both move away from the other members of the Buddy Police that had gathered to arrest the criminal they both apprehended. His face shifts to one of concern as he presses the button in the center, immediately connecting the human to the youngest of the two Kaiba Brothers.
"Mokuba, are you okay?! Are you hurt at all?! What's your status?!"
"Tasuku...I'm...I'm okay. I'm not in danger or anything. I just...didn't want to contact you through...normal means."
"Oh..." He can feel his heart rate slow with that confirmation, but he still remains on edge. "Well, I'm glad you're not hurt. Didn't expect you to use the pager for a non-emergency, but that's no matter. It's clear you called me for a reason through these means. So, please. Say what you want to say. You...don't sound like yourself."
"Y-Yeah...I...I kinda have a big favor to ask of you."
"I see... Well, all you need to do is ask me, Mokuba. I'll do my best to help you in anyway I can. I promised you that the day we met, and that offer still stands now."
"Thanks, Tasuku."
The officer can hear Mokuba taking in a deep breath next. It was clear as day something was up. The way he was speaking now reminded him of how he was during the period his older brother was in a coma, when he was in agony over his brother's condition despite what Seto Kaiba had done to him. He was a caring and loving soul, Tasuku knew that much to be true.
"I...I wanted to ask if I could...stay with you for a while? I...I need some time away from my house, away from...away from..."
"You don't need to say it. I already can understand what probably happened. In any case, you're more than welcome to stay at my place for as long as you need. It's no trouble at all."
"A-Are you sure? I wouldn't...be burdening you at all? I know how busy you are with your work."
"Of course not. Friends and family are never burdens." He makes sure to emphasize that for him before continuing. "And while I'm an important part of the Buddy Police, I'm not the only officer on duty. Besides, Mr.Takihara was going to have me go on forced vacation for a few weeks now that the Rare Hunter situation is handled anyway. So, it really is no trouble at all."
Ruby hues widen once the sounds of sobbing reach his ears. The sounds of crying where among his least favorite noises, but not because he found it irritating. Crying often was a signal someone was in pain. Pain was a form of suffering, and as someone who wanted to rid the world, especially children, of suffering, hearing it made his heart ache and his ranger towards his assumed source of it grow.
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"How...How dare he..."
The thoughts echo in his mind as he clenches his free hand, it shaking in his righteous anger. Seto Kaiba was already someone he didn't exactly like for several reasons, but to think he'd do something again to hurt his brother after the stunt he pulled at Death-T? Did he really learn nothing after almost losing everything?
Whenever he runs into that bastard again, he's going to give him a personal taste of Tasuku's own brand of justice. No one, no matter who you are or what the circumstances, should treat the only family they cherish in such a horrible way. He didn't even need to know the full details to know just how bad the situation was. Mokuba's tears he can hear through the speaker spoke volumes.
"It's going to be alright, Mokuba. I'm going to help you get through whatever it is that's troubling you. Just stay strong until I see you, okay? Know you're not alone."
"...T-Thank...T-Thank you...C-Can we meet at...the park?"
"Sure, no problem. Jack and I will meet you there. He can carry you back to my place. You did say you always wanted to fly on a dragon, right?" Jack normally wouldn't be too comfortable carrying someone on his back, but considering the circumstances, even Tasuku knows his Buddy wouldn't turn this down. The dragon cared for the young boy just as he did, after all.
"Mhmm. S-See you soon."
"See you soon. Be careful."
The transmission ends and his hand falls to his side. His teeth gritt in frustration, his breaths almost sounding like a dragon's growl. Despite his politeness and warm smile he tried to maintain as a part of his professionalism, he was still a rather emotional person. He felt thing so intensely, so deeply, that they threatened to consume his actions. And his emotions right now were screaming at him to go down to the Kaiba Mansion and personally give Seto Kaiba a piece of his mind.
It's at that moment when he feels a warmth and sees a glow coming from his chest. Tasuku knows right away it was his Buddy calling out to him, no doubt sensing his emotions. He puts his hand over the pocket where Jack's card was stored, closing his eyes as he moves to communicate with him telepathically.
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"Tasuku... I understand your feelings toward the situation. You are not wrong to feel how you do. Your righteous heart of justice always cries out at the suffering of others, especially those you are close to. However, if you wish to truly help your friend with the emotional troubles he is facing, then you must calm yourself first. If you are consumed by your anger, then you won't be able to help anyone. Your friend is counting on you right now. Do you understand what I am saying?"
In situations like this, Jack really acted like his own consciousness. Everything he was saying was absolutely correct. Getting upset now would not help the situation. It would probably make it worse than anything. Mokuba was his priority right now, not his brother. All his focus should be put into making sure the younger Kaiba was safe and taken care of. In a way, he's to assume the role of an older brother for the time being, the role at this very moment Tasuku thought Seto Kaiba didn't deserve at this moment. And it's a role he will not fail at for the sake of his friend who reached out to him desperately, a friend who needed him and wanted his aid.
He would not fail.
"I...I understand, Jack. I know what must be done." He takes a deep breath then, trying to steel himself before he makes his next move. Tasuku reaches into his pocket to remove his Buddy's cards, holding it up into the air as he prepares for their departure. "Let's go to work."
With that, Jack's card glows, the dragon manifesting in his mini-form before the human. Tasuku grabs his deckcase, the Star Pulsar, from his pocket and shows it to the other. The red gem in the yellow case's center resonates with a golden glow of Jack's eyes, the deckcase eventually transforming into its true form, that of a yellow drone with four points sticking out of it.
"BUDDY SKILL ON."
The technological voice from his device is soon followed by a light burst of wind as Jack's Buddy Skill makes itself known. Two green rings appear at the boy's heels, their power causing him to start floating in the air. Once airborne, he wastes no time flying straight into the clouds towards his destination, with Jack soaring at his side.
It is during this flight that he informs his legal guardian of the situation. Mr.Takihara, being the kind of person he was, had a soft spot for children. So, of course he was okay with the idea. Tasuku had his own apartment joined with his, anyway. It was up to him how he managed the one-bedroom space. He gave the boy that kind of trust as if he were an adult.
Within minutes, the pair made it to the park. They sit on a nearby bench as they wait for the younger Kaiba to appear, Tasuku getting anxious as the minutes pass. Would he get there safely? Should he have just gotten him? What if he got mugged on the way here? All these thoughts rushed through his mind, and he was debating about going, until he hears footsteps approach and Mokuba comes into view at long last.
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"Hey, Mokuba. Glad you got here safe."
He offers the young boy a warm smile he hopes will offer him some comfort and relief. Ruby hues observe the other's response, Mokuba providing only a small nod. The bag he was carrying with him was quickly noticed as well. Seems he brought things with him. Good. It be difficult to be away from home without some of your personal items, after all.
"Got everything you-"
Mokuba then approaches the Buddy Police Boy Wonder, Tasuku remaining still as he watches on. It is then that Mokuba slowly moves up his hands until they find themselves wrapped around the older boy's waist, the other's head resting on his shoulder pad. Before he can make a response, he freezes in place at the all too painful sound of crying reaching his ears for the second time tonight.
Tasuku responds soon enough, wrapping his own arms around the boy and providing gentle pats on his back. This is not his first go around comforting a crying child. It was something he, unfortunately, had plenty of experience with, considering his line of work. Children were often targets of game-related crimes, but that was part of why he did what he did, to protect those who could not protect themselves. It was his life's mission and one he continues to get stronger for.
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"Mokuba...Don't worry. It's all going to be alright. Have faith in me, Jack, and your friends to help you. We'll be right there by your side to help you through this. I promise."
His grip on the boy tightens slightly then, a physical confirmation of his promise. He was going to care for Mokuba as if he were his brother, just as he would do for Gao or any of his friends should they need it. The selfless boy who was too desperate to become an adult would always shoulder the burden of those around him, being their rock when they needed it most...even at the cost of himself.
"Now, let's get going. You must be exhausted after everything." The Buddy Police officer speaks up once he hears the sound of the sobbing decrease, gently letting go of Mokuba and directing him towards Jack who was now in his true form. He lowers his body to the ground, allowing Mokuba to climb on his back safely. Tasuku will be sure to thank Jack for allowing this to happen, considering he was not a fan of being ridden.
Once secured, the three then soar into the air and into the clouds, leaving the town of Domino behind for the neighboring city of Cho-Tokyo, a place where Seto Kaiba had no power in. Hopefully, this change of scenery would help his friend recover from the emotional wounds inflicted on him, wounds that he should have never been inflicted on one so young, so innocent...like Mokuba Kaiba.
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fractalcloning · 3 months
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Sleeping awake.
There were three people who required sleep in Coppelius Station--four if she counted Spot II. Most of the androids had spaces they called their own, but almost none of them had anything resembling a bed. Arcana had helped her set up a room when she got there, and it was a perfectly acceptable, if unfamiliar, bedroom in the end. Spot II had even taken to sleeping on her pillows to make sure they were warm (probably).
The bed was fine, the blankets were fine, the room was removed enough that she could only hear the distant murmurs of all the other androids, but still she couldn't sleep. In fact, the longer she lie there just staring at the ceiling, the more wound up she felt.
Soji pet Spot II to occupy herself. At least, until the synthetic cat grew tired of her keeping it awake and meandered out of the room. At that point, alone and unable to sleep Soji resigned herself to exhaustion, dragged herself out from under the covers, and headed downstairs.
Her aimless wandering eventually carried her to the kitchen and she groggily debated the merits of a midnight snack. She wasn't particularly hungry or anything, but the replicator was right there. Peppermint ice cream wouldn't help her sleep, per se, but it couldn't hurt, so Soji blearily synthesized a bowl of it. She didn't bother turning on the lights once she had her snack, the replicator menu was bright enough to see by. Ice cream in hand, she maneuvered through the room and dropped herself down at the table.
She must have been more than half asleep because the moment she sat down, she drifted. As she sat there, idly prodding her ice cream, her eyelids were impossibly heavy. Blinking became something of an endurance trial. Despite her earlier insomnia, Soji struggled to keep her eyes open and started losing little bits of time in between blinks, with only her ice-cream as reference.
One moment it was all there, a nice little scoop of ice cream, the next there was a bite taken out and it was half melted. Her eyes drooped again as she had another spoonful. They were just closed for a second or two before a clap of thunder snapped her into the moment.
The boom startled her awake so sharply that she dropped her spoon. When she bent to pick it up, she was unexpectedly confronted with a pair of feet and startled again, knocking back into the table as she reeled away.
Had she always been this jumpy?
"Oh my god," Soji breathed and her eyes darted up. The sight of Data's face, even in the half-light of the replicator menu, put her instantly at ease. His pallor in the dim light made him look more than a little like a ghost, but his expression was all polite interest. Soji exhaled a sound like a laugh and leaned back in her seat, spoon forgotten.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," Soji said, despite having the objectively best hearing of anyone in Coppelius. She hadn't heard him because she had been mostly asleep, ready to drop face-first into her melted ice cream.
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raiiny-bay · 9 months
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ok i think i have a plan for simblreen: monster boyz/apocalypse CC pack, monster boyz short story, & maaaaybe a mini apocalypse event in which all of your sims/OCs can get put into the MBz universe
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astroprompts · 1 year
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✧ —𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐]
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐃 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒
“You ready for more yet?”
“You haven't met him yet, you haven't had the chance.”
“The sun comes up and the world still spins.”
“Now the work at home begins.”
“So what'd I miss?”
“My home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss.”
“I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this.”
“I haven't even put my bags down yet.”
“I guess I better think of something to say.”
𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 #𝟏
“We fought for these ideals, we shouldn't settle for less.”
“Oh, if the shoe fits, wear it.”
“It's too many damn pages for any man to understand!”
“Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation.”
“Don't lecture me about the war, you didn't fight in it!”
“You think I'm frightened of you, man?”
“Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in.”
“Turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits.”
“Such a blunder, sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder.”
“You wanna pull yourself together?”
“They're being intransigent.”
“You have to find a compromise.”
“They don't have a plan, they just hate mine.”
𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊
“They think me Macbeth, ambition is my folly.”
“Do you have to live an ocean away?”
“Take a break.”
“There's a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait!”
“I'll be there in just a minute, save my plate.”
“Hey, our kid is pretty great.”
“Run away with us for the summer.”
“I've got so much on my plate.”
“We can all go stay with my father.”
“There's a lake I know in a nearby park.”
“You and I can go when the night gets dark.”
“In a letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this?”
“I'm coming home this summer at my sister's invitation.”
“I know you're very busy, I know your work's important.”
“You're not joining us? Wait--”
“I know I'll miss your face.”
“Screw your courage to the sticking place.”
“Take a break and get away.”
“If you take your time, you will make your mark.”
𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒
“There's trouble in the air, you can smell it.”
“I hadn't slept in a week.”
“You've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break.”
“I know you are a man of honor.”
“I'm so sorry to bother you at home.”
“I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone.”
“I don't have the means to go on.”
“You're too kind, sir.”
“I don't know how to say no to this.”
“I wish I could say that was the last time.”
“Uh oh, you made the wrong sucker a cuckold.”
“Time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled.”
“So was your whole story a setup?”
“Stop crying, God dammit, get up!”
“I didn't know any better!”
“I am helpless, how could I do this?”
“Just give him what he wants and you can have me.”
“Whatever you want, if you pay.”
“How can I say no to this?”
“Nobody needs to know.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒
“I guess I'm gonna have to finally listen to you.”
“Well, hate the sin love the sinner.”
“Decisions are happening over dinner.”
“No one else was in the room where it happened.”
“No one really knows how the game is played.”
“I know you hate him, but let's hear what he has to say.”
“Maybe we could solve one problem with another.”
“Wouldn't you like to work a little closer to home?”
“We never really know what got discussed.”
“Click boom! Then it happened.”
“You got more than you gave.”
“When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game.”
“You don't get a win unless you play in the game.”
“I wanna build something that's gonna outlive me.”
“If you stand for nothing then what'll you fall for?”
“The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.”
“We want our leaders to save the day, but we don't get a say in what they trade away.”
“We dream of a brand new start, but we dream in the dark for the most part.”
𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
“Sometimes that's how it goes.”
“No one knows who you are or what you do.”
“They don't need to know me, they don't like you.”
“You'll always be adored by the things you create.”
“People think you're crooked.”
“I've always considered you a friend.”
“I swear your pride will be the death of us all.”
𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 #𝟐
“The only person you have to convince is me.”
“Revolution is messy, but now is the time to stand.”
“He knows nothing of loyalty.”
“Everything he does betrays the ideals our nation.”
“You must be out of your GODDAMNED mind.”
“We're too fragile to start another fight.”
“Frankly it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality.”
“Have you an ounce of regret?”
“Before he was your, friend he was mine.”
“I bet you were quite a lawyer.”
𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
“Every action has an equal opposite reaction.”
“Try not to crack under the stress, we're breaking down like fractions.”
“We smack each other in the press, and we don't print retractions.”
“I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion.”
“This prick is asking for someone to bring him to task.”
“I'll pull the trigger on him, someone load the gun and cock it.”
“If we don't stop it, we aid and abet it.”
“Well, somebody has to stand up to his mouth.”
“If there's a fire you're trying to douse, You can't put it out from inside the house.”
“Follow the money and see where it goes.”
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
“I wanna give you a word of warning.”
“I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, [name] started it.”
“I need a favor.”
“Relax, have a drink with me.”
“Let's take a break tonight.”
“Pick up a pen, start writing.”
“I wanna talk about what I have learned.”
“You have to serve, you could continue to serve.”
“Your position is so unique.”
“Why do you have to say goodbye?”
𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖
“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.”
“Virtue is not a word I'd apply to this situation.”
“To seek financial gain, you stray from your sacred mission.”
“The evidence suggests you engaged in speculation.”
“I hope you saved some money for your daughter and son.”
“You don't even know what you're asking me to confess.”
“I don't have to tell you anything at all.”
“If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?”
“I may have mortally wounded my prospects, but my papers are orderly.”
“I never spent a cent that wasn't mine.”
“You sent the dogs after my scent, that's fine.”
“Yes, I have reason for shame. But I have not committed treason and sullied my good name.”
“As you can see, I have done nothing to provoke legal action.”
“Are my answers to your satisfaction?”
“How do I know you won't use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?”
“Rumors only grow.”
“We both know what we know.”
𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄
“In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. For just a moment.”
“When I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed my town.”
“I couldn't seem to die.”
“I wrote my way out.”
“I looked up, and the town had it's eyes on me.”
“Total strangers, moved to kindness by my story.”
“I wrote my way out of hell.”
“I wrote my way to revolution.”
“I was louder than the crack in the bell.”
“And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.”
“I was twelve when my mother died.”
“I'll write my way out.”
“This is the eye of the hurricane.”
“This is the only way I can protect my legacy.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐓
“Have you read this?”
“That's one less thing to worry about.”
“I came as soon as I heard.”
“All the way from London? Damn.”
“Thank god, someone who understands what I'm struggling here to do.”
“I'm not here for you.”
“I love my sister more than anything in this life.”
“I will choose her happiness over mine every time.”
“Put what we had aside.”
“You could never be satisfied.”
“God, I hope you're satisfied.”
“Hey, at least he was honest with our money.”
“You ever see somebody ruin their own life?”
𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍
“I saved every letter you wrote me.”
“Be careful with that one, love.”
“When you were mine, the world seemed to burn.”
“In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.”
“You've married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”
“You and your words, obsessed with your legacy.”
“Your sentences border on senseless.”
“The world has no right to my heart!”
“The world has no place in our bed.”
“They don't get to know what I said.”
“I'm burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you.”
“You forfeit all rights to my heart!”
“You forfeit your place in our bed. You'll sleep in your office instead.”
“I hope that you burn.”
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘
“The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops.”
“I'm only nineteen, but my mind is older.”
“Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder.”
“I shoulder his legacy with pride.”
“He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd.”
“I'm making my father proud.”
“God, you're a fox!”
“How 'bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?”
“Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!”
“Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father.”
“I didn't say anything that wasn't true.”
“Your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you.”
“I don't fool around, I'm not your little schoolboy friends.”
“Well, see you on the dueling ground. That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now.”
“I doubt you would have let it slide, and I was not about to!”
“I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel.”
“They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school.”
“Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”
“He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”
“Everything is legal in New Jersey!”
“When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air.”
“But what if he decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner!”
“To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake.”
“Your mother can't take another heartbreak.”
“You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience.”
“Make me proud, son.”
“I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it.”
“You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide.”
“I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go.”
“The duel will commence after we count to ten.”
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 (𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄)
“Where's my son!?”
“He lost a lot of blood on the way over.”
“The bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm.”
“I'm doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived.”
“You did everything just right.”
“Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky.”
“Save your strength and stay alive.”
“Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this!?”
“Who did this!?”
“I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.”
“You would put your hands on mine.”
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍
“There are moments that the words don't reach.”
“There is suffering too terrible to name.”
“There are moments when you're in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down.”
“I never liked the quiet before.”
“You would like it uptown, it's quiet uptown.”
“They say he walks the length of the city.”
“You knock me out, I fall apart.”
“Look at where we are, look at where we started.”
“I know I don't deserve you, [name].”
“Hear me out, that would be enough.”
“If I could trade his life for mine, he'd be standing here right now.”
“I know there's no replacing what we've lost, and you need time.”
“Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough.”
“There's a grace too powerful to name.”
“We push away what we can never understand.”
“We push away the unimaginable.”
“It's quiet uptown...”
“Forgiveness... Can you imagine?”
“They are going through the unimaginable.”
𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝟏𝟖𝟎𝟎
“Can we get back to politics?”
“I love the guy, but he's in traction.”
“He's not very forthcoming on any particular stances.”
“Ask him a question, it glances off. He obfuscates, he dances.”
“You need to change course, a key endorsement might redeem you.”
“You've created quite a stir, sir.”
“You're openly campaigning?”
“Honestly, it's kind of draining.”
“Is there anything you wouldn't do?”
“I'm chasing what I want. And y'know what? I learned that from you.”
“The people are asking to hear my voice.”
“I have never agreed with [name] once.”
“Congrats on a race well-run.”
“I look forward to our partnership.”
“You hear this guy?”
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓
“I am slow to anger, but I toe the line.”
“I look back on where I failed, and in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect.”
“If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face.”
“I have the honor to be your obedient servant.”
“I am not the reason no one trusts you.”
“I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve.”
“Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance.”
“Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.”
“I don't wanna fight, but I won't apologize for doing what's right.”
“Careful how you proceed, good man.”
“Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet, or prepare to bleed.”
“I stand by what I said, every bit of it.”
“You stand only for yourself, it's what you do.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇
“I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain.”
“My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot.”
“It's him or me, the world will never be the same.”
“This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.”
“If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?”
“What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.”
“Teach me how to say goodbye.”
“My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.”
“History obliterates. In every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes.”
“I survived, but I paid for it.”
“Now I'm the villain in your history.”
“I was too young and blind to see.”
“I should have known the world was wide enough.”
𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄����, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
“When you're gone, who remembers your name? Who keeps your flame, who tells your story?”
“I put myself back in the narrative.”
“I stopped wasting time on tears.”
“When I needed her most, she was right on time.”
“I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time?”
“You could have done so much more if you only had time.”
“When my time is up, have I done enough?”
“Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?”
“Will they tell my story?”
“I can't wait to see you again.”
“It's only a matter of time.”
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gcldfanged · 4 months
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@charroblanco
Through the smoky haze of the sparsely populated bar and lounge, a distinct looking gentleman took the stage. His suit was covered in what appeared to be hand-stitched embroidery- From the iconic sombrero crowning his head to the polished leather tips of his boots. A colorful silk tie offset the beige and tan colors of the charro outfit, almost jewel-like in the overhead stage lighting.
A few members of the audience weren't accustomed to such dramatic clothing, snickering amongst themselves as they elbowed one another. Yet rather than cower or falter in the face of such derision, the musician merely began to stomp the heel of his foot in a rhythmic pace. It made a attention-grabbing metronome as he continued, emitting a wild sounding vocalization that instantly shocked the patrons and stunned them into silence.
"Negrita de mis pesares Ojos de papel volando-"
His voice echoed throughout the bar without need of a microphone, rich in timbre and soulful in spirit. Jae-hyo exhaled a snaking plume of smoke as his eyes widened at the performance, eventually forgetting about his cigarette as the man continued to sing. He held his hands up, making a a frame of sorts around the foreign musician- Thumbs and forefingers making the corners of a single cell of faux film reel.
The clarity and purity of his voice was enough on it's own to mesmerize, but the mariachi had the right 'look' about him- Handsome features, an unspoken but noticeable presence, and a subtle yet infectious energy- His passionate song had managed to rouse those deadened by too much drink, after all.
As soon as the musician finished his set, Yoon grabbed his jacket and weaved through the tables and chairs positioned around the stage, eager to find out who his newest project might be. Arguing could be heard in a back room where the young man had disappeared, the subject clearly centered around money- What else?
Emitting a sharp whistle, Jae leaned against the door frame with a confident smirk pulling at the corners of his narrow and fox-like features.
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"Forget this guy, all you'll make is chump change playing for some old drunks. Whatever he's paying, I'll double- No, more than triple- the amount if you partner up with me. The future is in film-making and cinema and I can easily make you a star! You'll be a household name in a matter of months, Mister...?" he trailed off, clearly waiting for a name.
If it was lousy, they could always change it- Nobody ever got famous being named something like 'Peabody' or 'Milton' in this business.
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ghostlyrps · 2 months
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"Think you're so fucking smart. I kill bitches before they get away."
Ghost knew Valentino wasn't lying when he said that.
They sat at their desk, bloody, ruined clothes discarded, dressed in only their binder and a pair of shorts. They'd relocated their arm, which had been a bitch and a half to do, patched themself up, and now sat at their desk. Their half-finished commission- or, rather trade- was shoved off in the corner to keep the blood off it, and while for a moment they pondered working on it, they decided not to.
They weren't in any space to be working right now. When Alastor gave Rosie her gift, she would receive high-quality items, not bloody scraps of yarn stuck together.
So instead, they stared out their window, head in their hand, pondering the events of the night.
"I kill bitches before they get away."
Ghost let out a sigh through their nose, closing their eyes for a moment, letting themself voice the question they knew they would not get an answer to.
"…so why didn't you?"
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moshieee · 2 months
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Hello, I believe all of the aces each have a unique suit/card, what is mafia Moshie's?
7 of Spades!
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uncle-dusknoir · 11 months
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route 218 continued

She takes her sweet-ass time rolling onto her feet, brushing the grass out of her hair and off her sweater, stretching and fixing her dress as Moss lights themself on fire for a moment. Totally normal things everyone does its nbd.
"Falling into this very specific river, then- wait, is it the same river?" She thinks about it for a moment, following the path it takes with her eyes before giving up. They probably connect at some point if nothing else.
"Absolutely. I think that knowledge is the only thing keeping me from having quit by now," she admit, looking for a good break in the wall of trees to shimmy through. She doesn't mind getting a few sticks in her hair, but she doesn't want it to be too difficult.
@old-chateau-dweller
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kxllerblond · 3 months
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I will try and reply at least once to like any ask response I get because I get very excited about them. I just hope everyone knows they don't have to reply to EVERYTHING I give them (because I sure don't!!). I won't hate anyone or stop sending stuff or whatever. In fact, I probably will not remember that you haven't replied to something!! And that isn't me not caring intensely about you as a writer and our muses...that's just me having very bad memory. Like drop whatever you need to drop I probably will not even realize.
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gas-stxtion · 1 year
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Tales From the Gas Station (Vol. 1) Starters
a series of starters based on volume one of the Tales From the Gas Station series, because no one else was gonna do it, so. here we go. one quote from each chapter of the first book!
content warnings: mentions of murder, death, and drugs.
“I’m not inclined to lose my job just because you didn’t escape captivity with a little spare change in your pocket.”
"The scariest thing of all is realizing the monster was in the room with you the whole time."
"Whether or not you are a hallucination is none of my business, and I'll leave that up to you to decide."
"At least they didn't throw a beer bottle at me this time."
"I know this might be an unpopular opinion, but I don't really care for cults."
"[Name] has been dead for two days. His body is in the trunk of my car.”
"You're putting words in my mouth, and I don't like when other people put things in my mouth."
"He just stared at the ground with a sheepish, guilty look on his face like a toddler that just got busted for dealing drugs."
"Even as a child, I wasn't gullible enough to believe that birthday wishes were real."
"Carrying secrets makes you too old too fast. You wanna talk about it?"
"What purpose do we as humans serve other than to eat and wait to die?"
“The doctor was just doing his job. His creepy, voyeuristic job.”
“Joke’s on you. People already think I’m crazy.”
“I’d say the package was just about the right size for a dead cat.”
“Well, if I accidentally kill you, that’s probably my bad. If I accidentally kill you twice, it’s a hell of a coincidence. But if I accidentally kill you three times? Three times? Well that’s on you. You gotta take some personal responsibility.”
“I recently learned that I am somewhat Internet famous.”
“Imagine, if you will, the sound of a butcher’s knife hitting a watermelon. Like a solid, wet, thwack. Now imagine the watermelon gurgling and falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes.”
“I never expected to take anyone’s life, but now that I had, the act turned out to be way more inconsequential than I could have ever anticipated.”
“We’ve never done that thing normal friends do. I hear people call it ‘hanging out.’”
“The name of the game was avoid and evade. Confrontation and eye contact. Just like prison.”
“Hey, guys, I gotta go. I think I heard a baby crying somewhere outside.”
“There’s a guy on the ceiling. His skin is all gray and he’s just lying there on the ceiling.”
“Don’t trust your eyes. You may see something that looks impossible. It probably is. There may be a dead loved one trying to call you outside. Don’t listen to them. They aren’t real.”
“He was the nicest guy that had pointed a gun in my face all week.”
“Great. Now let’s talk about the guy living in your supply closet.”
“Are you about to do the villain thing and explain everything that’s going on?”
“I know it’s a cliche, but ignorance really is bliss.”
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