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keaton henson’s “kindly now” lyrics sentence starters.

❝  god forgive the heartless way we let it all burn down.  ❞

❝  godspeed, my love.  ❞

❝  i’ll allow my heart to get over you now.  ❞

❝  i’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  you know me, i worry.  ❞

❝  you and i are monsters.  ❞

❝  don’t make me leave.  ❞

❝  i’m hoping i don’t die after you.  ❞

❝  your love is the hopeless light that i need to remind me i’m living.  ❞

❝  you’re proof that i’m breathing.  ❞

❝  you’re enough.  ❞

❝  i’m a self-centered writer loving myself to sin.  ❞

❝  stay away from me, don’t find a way to get in.  ❞

❝  so scared of death that i try to leave part of me here.  ❞

❝  i am lonely — lonely in the fact that i need to be loved and told i am deserving.  ❞

❝  the truth is i need you to tell me i’m worthy of all this great living that i’ve been doing.  ❞

❝  and i’m frightened to death you’ll forget me.  ❞

❝  i guess that’s the most honest thing i’ve written yet.  ❞

❝  you said one day i would celebrate the day i fell in love with you.  ❞

❝  i hope to burn away the sight of you.  ❞

❝  i wrote down a list of all the things we’ve never spoken of.  ❞

❝  i’ve never been in love.  ❞

❝  tell me what you want from me.  ❞

❝  can i get lost in you?  ❞

❝  i’m amazed that you ever loved me.  ❞

❝  i’m a calm sea and there’s danger there lurking beneath.  ❞

❝  i’m a fraud now, hope to god now that those people aren’t listening to me.  ❞

❝  who needs comfortable love?  ❞

❝  i want the bad news.  ❞

❝  when you’re young it isn’t hard to trust.  ❞

❝  i thought about you every day.  ❞

❝  i’m not happy yet.  ❞

❝  won’t you kick in my teeth?  ❞

❝  do what you have to, i’ll write a check.  ❞

❝  do you love me?  ❞

❝  make me feel heartache like when i was young.  ❞

❝  i’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.  ❞

❝  baby haunt me when you die.  ❞

❝  please don’t leave me. i can’t bear to be apart.  ❞

❝  i think i love you. please don’t be afraid of me.  ❞

❝  oh, please console me so i can sleep.  ❞

❝  how could i have known you were the one for me?  ❞

❝  how could i have known you were the air i breathe if i don’t believe in love?  ❞

❝  how was i to know i couldn’t live without your arms around me?  ❞

❝  if you’d only come back now, i’d not let you down again.  ❞

❝  stay with me. please don’t leave me alone.  ❞

❝  they never made me feel the way i do know.  ❞

❝  our love was real.  ❞

❝  i see comfort in being alone.  ❞

❝  guess i could’ve tried a little harder.  ❞

❝  how could i have known?  ❞

#【 ❝ let me in where only your thoughts have been ❞ 】 ✕ prompts.

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE:

osiris (destiny 2)

perceptor (transformers)

this multimuse (below)

Ballistic (Apex)

Leper (darkest dungeon)

Occultist

Atticus-1 (destiny 2)

Misraaks (destiny 2)

The Speaker (destiny 2)

Lord Timur (destiny 2)

The Young Wolf (destiny 2)

Tenth Doctor (doctor who)

Fourteenth Doctor (doctor who)

Cain (dnd)

Eoghan (dnd)

Gale (dnd)

Patroclus (hades)

The Arbiter (halo)

Ana Amari (overwatch)

Dreadstar (tf oc)

Excalibur Umbra (warframe)

Archangel Raphael (og oc)

Munin Manokk (og oc)

WANT TO WRITE

the third doctor (doctor who)

HAVE WRITTEN

robin (fe:a)

ryouma (fe:f)

silas (fe:f)

allura (vld)

cole cassidy (ovw)

fareeha amari (ovw)

reinhardt wilhelm (ovw)

operator oc (warframe)

zane julian (ninjago)

iida tenya (bnha)

ignis scientia (ffxv)

aziraphale (go)

obi-wan kenobi (sw)

seteth (fe:3h)

some others I've probably forgotten about

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

ignis scientia

fareeha amari (except i take a hammer and i fix the problems)

obi-wan kenobi

seteth

zane

stolen from. @desertbled

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

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birthday.

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

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After so many years, that young Wolf that showed up in their organization has certainly changed. Which is good, Ana appreciates that, appreciates the growth everyone has shown. She hates stagnation. (Hates more so that she feels it in her own worn bones and weathered skin.) Still, that is what the younger generation is supposed to be for. Growth and change where their elders stagnated and failed. Ana regards Wolf with a slight smile, wearing a hint of an old coyness she once wore for charm and flair. Now used for secrets she now knows and wisdom hidden beneath grief. She barks a scoff-laugh at his use of her old title.

" I could hardly believe it myself, " a half joke, " and it's just Ana now. I'm no longer a captain... I cannot imagine they let you keep something like that after you fake your death. " A part of her wants to reach out, wag a scolding finger, grab an ear. Old habits and all that. But she doesn't, instead decidedly keeping her arms to herself and crossed over her chest. A lot of difficult reunions lately, it seems. She wasn't good at this sort of thing. That's why she and Sam never worked out, she thinks in retrospect. " Now what about you? Did you even attend my funeral? " This time she laughs, revealing a mirth in her eye and a relief to see Wolf alive. She doesn't know about well, so alive is good enough.

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[ 𝕎 ] —- - It had been a long time since Wolf had laid eyes on Ana Amari. Long enough, in fact, that he recalled her hair being salt and pepper, rather than the full grey he was looking at right now.

It wrenched his heart out a bit, reminiscing on those days. Back when they all agreed on something, held out hope. When they all fought for a purpose that seemed larger than life.

That was all dashed against the rocks, however, as things came crashing down. It was around the same time that Ana disappeared that Blackwatch split in two; some siding with Jack, the others with Gabriel. Wolf had quit completely at that point, fed up with the politics and shady business. But the damage had already been done, all of Overwatch, including Blackwatch, had been painted as criminals, and the HQ had gone down in flames.

It made Wolf feel a bit guilty at the time, splitting before the end to the organization; but he knew in his heart that it turned out for good. He faded back into the background after that, returning to his home in California, helping on his family's farm. Even despite the nightmares disrupting his sleep, it was mostly peaceful.

He felt conflicted, then, when Winston put out the call for all Overwatch agents to return. He had gone back to living a normal life, and now Winston wanted to turn everything upside down again? He had half a mind to say no, and yet... he couldn't. The idea of doing it all over again, doing it right this time, Wolf couldn't resist.

And that very decision had led him here, in front of one of his old mentors. He didn't know why, but it made him feel a bit boyish again, like the young man he was when they first met. If he had his hat on, he probably would have tipped it towards her. Instead, he slouched over a bit, lowering his gaze to meet hers.

〝Cap,〞he greeted, unable to shake the old title. 〝When they told me you were alive, I almost couldn't believe it.〞

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ go back to your grave o' soldier ❞ 】 ✕ ana. #desertbled #don't look at my icon it's old as fuck

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sighs as i readd a character

#【 ❝ like fire and ice and rage ❞ 】 ✕ tenth doctor. #【 ❝ how am i supposed to look back on that ❞ 】 ✕ fourteenth doctor.

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astra inclinant, sed non obligant :^)

YOU.

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shhh new tagdrops

#【 ❝ the flesh is your reference for knowing the soul ❞ 】 ✕ cain. #【 ❝ thy genius saves a thirst for trouble ❞ 】 ✕ eoghan. #【 ❝ you never were mine sweet waste of time ❞ 】 ✕ gale.

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misraaks is... unhappy about the situation, but he's aware that others are even more so than him. saint came to him in a huff, explaining what was said, what had happened, and his discomfort for the idea. though, considering what savathǔn had tone to him under the false guise of osiris, he cannot blame him for his extreme emotional reaction. and he was there when her actions nearly brought about the end of both his people and the city as a whole.

he doubts much has changed between then and now, even with her rebirth in the light. it's something he can't help but feel bitter over. chosen humans, he understands. that is the way of things. but hive? he tries not to be bitter over his own people not being seen.

the kell stares at the guardian silently for a moment as he tries to decipher his meaning. he's improved with earth tongue since he first started, but some phrases still elude him.

" i am not familiar with this term, " he admits, " what is... gnarly? "

“ah, yes, ahsa… did say that.”

his gaze falls away again, and this time, he cannot take his eyes off his own hands as they give a little fidget. that paranoia creeps up on the edges of his brain again; savathun and theo have a history, one he is not keen on dredging back up. while it wasn’t her fault he’d been rezzed in the arcology, nor was the timing of the red war her doing – so far as he’s aware – it was savathun who conspired to keep him trapped there throughout the duration of the war. lightless and newly rezzed, with only his ghost for company, theo had lived out something akin to thrallhood. he’d only found this out later, while savathun was trapped in her crystal prison, but she’d done so to raise him as one of her brood.

just the thought makes him queasy, that the horror that was his first year was calculated, planned for. taking her down himself had not helped him settle those thoughts. if anything, they’d only made him more unsure.

“...i agree with you, that she’s dangerous, and unlikely to help, at least not in a very direct way.” his ears pin back. “but i also have to admit… she might be our best chance. as much as i hate the thought, she knows more about our enemy than we could hope to without her answers. and the traveler did choose her – i have to think it must have been for a reason.

“i will be honest, i’m having a hard time reconciling that in my head. i agree that all of this is, well… gnarly. to put it mildly.”

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ all the things you've said and done; can you carry it with no regrets ❞ 】 ✕ misraaks. #thvndersnow / m. theo

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despite the disappointment at the answer he offers a smile. it's half-there, as though the action of smiling is not something he's used to. but there is a warmth present, underneath it all, at least he hopes so.

riad feels the solar light from the lightbearer's hands and something in him aches at how familiar yet all the same unfamiliar it is. yes. his neighbors must be wrong. there is no light-shaped hole in his chest. not in the way he's read and heard so many describe it as. (yet there is a hole all the same.)

" perhaps that is comforting to know that my voice is recognizable in someway. " he says, genuine gratitude in his voice. " you need not replace my groceries, but the offer is greatly appreciated. "

he pauses for a moment, hesitant. he's spent so many years trying to figure out who he was, and what everyone meant to him, he's not entirely sure if he wants that now. he wouldn't know what to do with himself afterwords.

he's close to a breakthrough... he knows it. why stop now due to trepidation? " but i would be open to your accompaniment nonetheless, julia. "

he is ashamed. 

this is easy to gather; from the way he stutters to how his eyes find a very interesting point on the sidewalk, every piece of his body language screams of shame. she aches for him. she cannot imagine what it must be like to— well, no, that is a lie. that is how every guardian wakes. but at least she had a ghost, a built-in friend, and the Light to guide her. 

this man, it seems, has little more than the ruined groceries in his arms. julia pushes herself to her feet. one hand extends, to gently squeeze his hand. the warm pulse of sol’s light wafts from her fingertips. 

“you do not need to explain yourself,” says the titan, as though she could hear his thoughts. her smile is gentle, the corners of her eyes creasing with it. “i am sorry, if i caused you any distress. let me help with your groceries, i can—”

a pause, then, as the name is shared between them, along with his theory. julia desperately racks her brain for an inkling of remembrance. she knows that voice. she knows that it brings forth a sense of comfort, and a deep anxiety that settles between her shoulder blades. but she cannot place it. she does not know the name. her shoulders sag.

“no, i— i am sorry. i do not recognize your name.” her ears pin back. “but— but i know your voice, if that helps any. i know i do.” she will not mention the feelings it dredges, though; that is not for him to ever know. “so that… that is something, yes? a step forward. i— let me help with your groceries, riad. i can replace. maybe a walk around the bazaar will help trigger something!”

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ it hurts to pray to god cause god is dying too ❞ 】 ✕ speaker. #fiirecracker / m. julia

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atticus nods and withdraws further. he stands, watching their surroundings for any possible threat. " atticus-1, " the warlock belatedly introduces himself, " or just atticus. i've seen your name in a few reports. you wouldn't happen to be particularly close to the vanguard, would you? "

obviously he's not going to give his status as a hidden away off the bat. and besides, he's yet to finish the task he was sent to complete. this is merely a distraction. for now, at least.

" unless i am mistaken and you're a different julia, then disregard my question. " so quick to cover any potential missteps. (calculating how loud his footfall might be if he steps forward one. the subsequent vibration through the ground subtle as it would be. he strains to keep his attention evenly split.)

" and as a followup: what are you doing here? this is a fairly isolated area. "

oh, he's one of those medics.

she respects it, really. julia is not the type to sit around and look after people, as much as she may want to. as much as she cares. there is always something must be doing; always something that needs defending, or protecting. she was not made to heal, though she greatly respects those who can. who do.

"no, no! no need for regrets. you were here, und that is what matters!" pushing herself into a seated position, julia offers the other solar risen a smile. light pulses beneath her skin, shimmering. "a lot of people are not here, so you are doing far better than them."

she tucks her elbows onto her knees. her eyes squint with warmth, "i am good! you have done me a big favor, und i appreciate it! i'm julia, by the way. jules, if you're feelin' particularly friendly."

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ the brutal winds of change are knocking at your door ❞ 】 ✕ atticus. #fiirecracker / m. julia

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just a reminder i don't follow people that don't have a rules page or an about for their ocs

#can't rp with someone when i dunno anything about your boundaries & characters :o #【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

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slides this across the table.

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.

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riad stares a moment longer before he gathers himself, hurriedly taking the ruined groceries from her. he feels like he's missing something... like he should pull his cowl closer, cover his face. it's not shame, it's something else and he can't quite place it. and he feels like he should know the name. like how he knows the names saint-14 and osiris and zavala and ikora. it must be nothing. echoes.

" i— i should be the one apologizing... " he ducks his head, staring down at the ruined bread and fruits and other items he'd dropped. " i am sorry my... my memory is... i was injured years ago and— "

he need not explain himself to a stranger. it's something he's been learning to try and contain. excuses for his motives. but now he feels a pressure, pushing up against his skull. (different from the ones he'd grown accustomed to before the traveler was cut open.)

" riad thelus. at least from what i recall... did you know someone with my name? my neighbors believe i might have been a guardian before the red war. " though he's not entirely sure he agrees. his hands are too soft and his face is too gentle to have known violence like guardians do.

the morning is her favorite time to wander through the city. it is quieter now, with stalls opening and elder patrons wandering the streets. children shuffling to school with sleep still heavy in their eyes. it is a peaceful morning. it is the calm she needs. and then it is shattered.

the sound of gasping, fruit rolling down the street— it steals from her this moment of peace. her attention shifts from nothing, narrowing to the man before her. she stumbles towards him, intending to help.

"i am so sorry! i didn't mean to— are you—"

it clicks, then, what the poor man has said. julia looks up from where she kneels at his feet, and her face scrunches in confusion. that voice. where does she know that voice? it is something so familiar, something that brings both a wave of comfort and a sense of soul-crushing anxiety.

"are you all right?" asks the titan instead as she stands, holding the now-bruised fruit and flattened bread in her hands. "i'm julia. i, uh... i am sorry, about the bread."

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ it hurts to pray to god cause god is dying too ❞ 】 ✕ speaker. #fiirecracker / m. julia

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misraaks hesitates at the question, chitters and clicks well up as he heaves a sigh. "old wounds and new have resurfaced among house light. it is one to chase the great machine for centuries. it is another to see it bleeding out."

his words are careful. measured. chosen so he doesn't betray how he feels but he doubts he can push back for very long. as a kell, he must keep his own doubts and worries in check to ease the minds of his people. but they still weigh him down, and he can only carry them for so long before it begins to poison his mind.

"as for myself... i still mourn our losses, as i mourn amanda. i must trust that the light will provide but..." he trails off. it's hard to trust that given their current circumstances.

"and i have heard the worm on titan is advising the witch queen's revival. i fear nothing good will come of it. we tread dangerous oceans. it is difficult to see the shore."

"velaask, misraaks."

much like the kell before him, theo tries not to show the stress he's been feeling. there is a hole in his heart that the traveler's presence used to fill, but his ghost still grants light, and lumina stays comforting at his hip. he has to try to stay optimistic, even when the fear and paranoia he'd thought he'd gotten rid of begin creeping back into the edges of his mind. so misraaks greets him, and theo smiles and perks his ears upwards, the glow of his eyes brightening as he does.

"i'm sorry i've been gone. my sister's been on the neomuna assignment, and, well... she needed the emotional support." that, and he'd had a couple projects to take care of for ikora, but those aren't things he's meant to talk about. the titan clambers up onto a half wall, turning to sit himself on it, swinging his legs off the side.

"how's everything been? how have... how have you been?" his gaze drops, staring downwards as his feet as they move. he forces himself to meet misraaks's eyes again. "i know... i know, with the traveler and everything... it must be hard, leading your people through all this."

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ all the things you've said and done; can you carry it with no regrets ❞ 】 ✕ misraaks. #thvndersnow / m. theo

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rescuing ana from the overwatch narrative and putting her in destiny instead.

#【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc. #i've got the power....

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atticus nods in response as soon as she regains full awareness. others would perhaps laugh it off, but atticus is not others. he remains deadpan.

" no thanks are necessary, i was only doing what any in my position would. " which is partially true. he knows how many are out there who would simply ignore another guardian's plight. he's been on the receiving end more times than he would care.

but there are those like him as well — willing to help any way they can.

" i would imagine it hurt. my only regret is not being here sooner otherwise you would have gotten assistance instead of shot. " just because they're immortal that doesn't mean pain is less real. if not mitigated it can certainly lead to clouded judgments and mistakes.

" do you require any more aid? "

she does not think about the wounds so much as feel them. the blood loss, the warmth pooling across starmarked skin. orange eyes turn to atticus. the corners of her mouth tug into a slight smile. she is not afraid; her ghost is still here. and that means she can fight even longer still.

"she is very good at that," says the titan, lifting a hand to rest on atticus' arm. her brow furrows in concern. when did blood get on her hand? "she is my little light. and she is—"

slurring words break off in a gasp as torn flesh stitches itself back together. the warmth of the light, the warmth of the sun itself intermingling across her skin, draws her back like nothing can. julia pulls her hand from his robe. she has the wherewithal to at least look sheepish.

"—danke. that, uh. that fuckin' hurt."

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ the brutal winds of change are knocking at your door ❞ 】 ✕ atticus. #fiirecracker / m. julia

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@fiirecracker / for julia

recognition.

it is a feeling he often has whenever he's out and about the city, like he has walked the streets a million times. or when he stares long and hard at vanguard feeds. and this is no exception. only... it feels more raw, somehow. closer to his heart.

(did he know those people? was he perhaps a guardian before? who'd lost his ghost in the red war? he feels like he'd remember something that. but then he feels like he'd remember everything before.)

riad did not mean to drop his basket of groceries, and he certainly didn't mean to gasp out loud. " i know you... "

#【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #【 ❝ it hurts to pray to god cause god is dying too ❞ 】 ✕ speaker. #fiirecracker