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True Detective Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences from True Detective (2014-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Nobody gets rich on their own money."

"If you talk to me like that again, you're going to need a little baggie to carry your teeth home."

"I guess I love you too."

"I'm enjoying this sober-ish you."

"Of all the lies people tell themselves, I bet that's the most common."

"You might be one of the last friends I've got."

"I just don't understand why you work so hard to be alone."

"As bad as this is, this hurt can make you a better person. That's what pain does. It shows you what's on the inside."

"You're arrogant, or else you would have never walked in here."

"Look me in the eyes. I want to watch your lights go out."

"I haven't been like this in a long time. Years."

"You seem like you're making up for lost time."

"I don't ask myself questions like that."

"I miss when 'don't get killed' was the only thing on my to-do list."

"You ever been in some place you couldn't leave but you couldn't stay, both at the same time?"

"You look like you haven't slept in a couple of days."

"You want to execute him? We could bury him right out here. I don't care."

"You're a bit out of it tonight."

"Did you confuse reacting with feeling?"

"Did you confuse compulsion for freedom?"

"Did you think you could just go on and never once have to look back?"

"Do you feel like maybe being a detective again?"

"You're not wrong. You may not be right, but you're not wrong."

"I've got the soul of a whore."

"You must be a stone-cold killer, huh?"

"It's one hell of a day when a gunfight's the second most exciting thing that happens to you!"

"You don't have to check to see if I'm judging you. I'm not."

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morality / ethics / one's character headcanon q's

is your muse opposed to violence?

does your muse often lie by omission?

how often does your muse self-reflect?

how good is your muse at setting boundaries?

does your muse believe some death is justified?

what importance does your muse place on rules?

is your muse one to follow through on their word?

does your muse think some laws are fine to break?

does your muse feel strongly about helping others?

does your muse think of themselves as a good person?

does your muse often butt up against authority figures?

does your muse feel motivated by recognition and praise?

what answer would your muse give to the trolley problem?

does your muse think it's important to help those less fortunate?

how would your muse respond to seeing a crime being committed?

what would your muse be willing to sacrifice to achieve their goals?

is your muse overly competitive? would others describe them as such?

does your muse have self-control? are they in in control of their impulses?

are there any morals your muse learned in childhood that they still live by?

does your muse believe it's justified to hurt one person to protect another?

how often does your muse find themselves disagreeing with established rules?

what does your muse think of the saying, "treat others as you want to be treated"?

does your muse consider themselves petty? would others describe them that way?

would your muse consider themselves entitled? would others describe them that way?

how often does your muse lie? Do they regret lying or do they feel their lies are justified?

are there any morals your muse learned in childhood that they disagree with / no longer live by?

is your muse loyal to those in their lives? does their loyalty tend to be genuine or can it be bought?

does your muse accept responsibility for mistakes, or are they prone to making excuses to avoid it?

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True Detective Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from True Detective (2014-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Don't be an asshole. Do you want to hear this or not?"

"A smart guy who's steady is hard to find."

"Past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing."

"If you attach an assumption to a piece of evidence, you start to bend the narrative to support it, prejudice yourself."

"This kind of thing does not happen in a vacuum."

"People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists."

"I'd consider myself a realist, but in philosophical terms, I'm what's called a pessimist."

"I think human consciousness was a tragic mistake in evolution."

"I don't sleep. I just dream."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought being around your family. I liked talking to them."

"I wonder if you even know you're lying."

"Sometimes, I think you might have a penchant for self-pity."

"You don't have to fall in love at first sight, you know."

"The world needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door."

"This is none of my business. I don't want to hear it."

"I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid."

"I don't like your face. It makes me want to do things to it."

"Why should I live in history, huh? Fuck, I don't want to know anything anymore. This is a world where nothing is solved."

"Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're going to do over and over again."

"Look, everybody knows there's something wrong with them. They just don't know what it is."

"You're a good man. Anybody can see that."

"Without me, there is no you."

"There's no such thing as forgiveness. People just have short memories."

"You know, people who give me advice, I reckon they're actually talking to themselves."

"It's hard to find something in a man who rejects people as much as you do, you know that?"

"What happened to my head, it's not something that gets better."

"You don't need to fake anything. You're better than that."

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"♫ A tongue and pale Of Texas light Descended on the border While the bird Called Buzzardo Rattled the bones He picked the flesh from ♫"

"♫ See this fish His scales turned green Under such a sun Such a sun...such a sun Such a sun...such a sun Such a sun ♫"

"♫ Checking the sign of the Moonfleet Roll your wheel with mine Sometimes in the light of day The truth proves hard to find Actually this Buzzardo Was Imaginos in disguise ♫"

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||: Still have the desire to add some pretty weird verses/sub-verses. Probably 3 from games I think would be interesting back drops for Browning and 1 modern verse.

||: I know for the modern verse, I have to make a seperate character sheet for the Browning analog I would make. Thinking about leaning into the bitter old lady with an agenda vibe I like about Last Long Mile but probably spicing it up. Know I would love to have her do more wet work stuff but we would have to see.

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I hope you’re having a great day Tower!

||: Maybe. Be a great day if I could nibble on some exotic metals like Inconel 718. But I'll make do with the scraps of aluminium 6061 I store in the back room.

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"♫ Ships charmed and ordinary Sailed the glide path to the sun And when the sun proved false As it always does Some of them would be lost And some would sail back home It was no star But a magna of illusion I mean by that The mirror found In the chamber of jade grown like a seed Deep within the ground The mirror found By one man So on and off again He sailed the Europe's rim On and off, off and on Until his time had come ♫"

"♫ Through tears and smiles The last domain The rods of broken crystal On and off, and off again Until his time had come Late to the story that had been But early to the riddle not yet begun ♫"

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"ZZZ...ugh...ZZZ...wish....you...were....here...ZZZ"

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"♫ The oyster boys are swimming now To claim me back from the dead The creatures back from vertigo They fear to fall but haven't fell Will reclaim tries and try again ♫"

"♫ The oyster boys are swimming now Hear them chatter on the tide Of the lost and language lost Hear them chatter on the tide We understand, we understand, we understand And so do I We understand, we understand But fright is real and so am I ♫"

"♫ So ladies, fish, and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in the blue sky bag And meet me by the sea ♫"

"♫ The entry to lost vestibule Opens on the bay An instant shape of mercury Lost and then retained ♫"

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"...You could have at least lied to me about that last part and made me feel a little more special, you know..."

The doll's expression turned pestered once again. She figured that she was striking some kind of new ground with her captor, perhaps being able to find something within him worth redeeming in some way. Of course, she seemed disappointed as always. Perhaps she was trying desperately to find some kind of common ground to work up from but it all just seemed to fail on her.

Leaving her with nothing but a foul taste in her mouth as she filled his cup back up once again. Perhaps she'll find some way to put him in his place, but right now...its not that day.

"If you're really that simple and that deploreable then I suppose I have nothing else to talk to you about. You can leave if you want. I'll just enjoy this gilded cage for a little longer...reminiscing of what so easily could have been so long ago..."

"A dream? Mm, more or less~" Another sip of his liquor. "What do I like? Beautiful women. I enjoy feeding on them, violating them, humiliating them... displaying them like trophies~ If one gets bratty, I'll push her down. The ones with fight in them are my favorite flavor...if one is too meek or submissive, there's no joy to be found in subjugating her." Another. "There's nothing quite like taking a strong woman and making her beg for mercy~ It's such a rush, a power trip unlike anything else~" He sets his glass down. "You're far from the only one I'm holding captive in her own mind~ In fact, at this very moment, I'm in the minds of a hundred other women, as well~"

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"I swear, one of these days I'm gonna invest on something like a reality anchor or something. I can't deal with the day to day happenings of bullshit magical entities. Reality is already hard enough to deal with!"

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"My, my, blondie, the buttons on your uniform are really holding on for dear life~ Enjoying your new assets~?"

"No thanks to you, disgusting little magic mink. One of these day's I'm gonna break out of here and clobber you to a fine pulp and your bullshit little parlor tricks aren't going to help you. Mark my words, you little bastard: I'll make you pay."

[auntie-browning]

The mild history lesson he had given her was in some form mildly entertaining as she helped swirl his glass of liquor. It was nice context for sure...but not entirely what she was really asking for either. She wanted to know more about him in depth...and with some reflection, that context would certainly help...but she more so wanted to know about what makes him tick.

"I see then...so I'm not in my own body right now. I figured that there was something off but never really thought of it being an out of body experience. Is this like a dream or something? I assume so since you seem a lot more in control of things..."

She replied back to him, looking around her space and touching every single surface she could. None of it particularly felt fake to her, almost like she was still in some real space...but subconsciously she had known something was wrong. Perhaps its those repressed memories he had spoken of. In which case, it probably was wise to back off from opening that can of worms.

"I'm glad you could come clean about all that...but it wasn't really what I was looking for Phi. I...want to know more about you...personally. What you like, what you enjoy...maybe how you're feeling too. It's probably all beneath considering I'm more of a 'meal' but I'm fascinated to a fault..."

"Mm, I suppose I can give you that much~" Phi took a sip of his drink. "Imagine, if you will, that all of creation is contained within a glass sphere, or globe. At each pole is the bastion of a primordial force, part of the being responsible for creating existence itself. At the north pole is the primordial Light, what your kind might call the source of all that is good and right. At the south pole is the primordial Darkness, lurking in the shadows of the Light that all living things wish to attain. It's natural—a piece of the Light is within every living thing, after all. In doing so, they discard everything they don't want...bad behaviors, unwanted habits, emotions they don't want to feel...but where do you think all of that goes?"

"It flows down into the Darkness. It creates an endless pitch-black pool of...slurry, I suppose. A slurry of thoughts, feelings, memories that don't belong to anyone anymore. Things that were thrown out for being...inconvenient. That slurry...is where my brethren and I came from. There are a great many of my kind—in numbers that even a machine like you couldn't grasp. Of those seemingly infinite numbers, though...only a tiny fraction are like me. We possess...something else that our kin can't quite grasp. We have...desire, and that desire lets us ascend into a new state of being." He paused to take another sip. "I am a being born of hunger and carnal desire that rose from the Empty so long ago that I no longer remember how long it's been. Phi...it's but one of several names I've taken in my life."

"My kind loathe the Light, and yet we cannot live without it. It's an ironic existence...that which we hate sustains us. We must feed on it, no matter how we wish to avoid it." He leans forward a little. "You were one of my meals, and that is why you're trapped in this reality of my creation. Fret not...your body still lives. I'm taking good care of it...just as I take good care of this "you" that resides in this pocket reality."

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She nodded at his command, peering down to open a small freezer underneath the counter as she used some tongs to present him his perfect sphere of ice. Placing it into his cup, she effortlessly opened the sealed bottle without much problem before pouring it onto the icey glass of his, filling it half way before serving.

"...Straight to the point. Well, I suppose the last question would be....who are you, really? Of course, not so directly like that. Wouldn't want to get too clinical....I just want to know more about you...even if its all the more...unplesent."

"I'd like to get to know my captor in more depth, you know."

"Oh, Martz does whatever she wants~ She wouldn't respect any sort of sign...in fact, that'd make her want to go inside even more~ On the rocks, yes, please." She wasn't such a bad bartender, really. The figure definitely helped, though...even without his subtle alterations, she was an undeniable knockout. "Now, about that third question. What'll it be, pretty lady~?"

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"Whiskey you say? I used to know someone who enjoyed herself some of that herself. Practically couldn't live without it, in all honesty. Mostly a Tennessee whiskey kind of gal. Be forgiven to think she was anything but goofy all the time but I think the drink helped her get to that state. Was one of the biggest hardasses I knew...shame she had to go so soon..."

She reminised as her somber tone crept up toward the end. Of course, she got to work on getting his drink as she walked through the grand shelf of booze behind her. Despite not really asking what he particularly wanted, she felt confident in her selection as she grabbed one of the bottles at random. Almost like an invisible hand helped guide her to what he really wanted.

Her swift return came with little wasted movements as she introduced him to his prefered brand, sliding a glass before him as she leaned out in front of him...giving him a little better view towards the things he wanted to see.

"I bet she'd really be a handful to deal with. Probably put a sign barring her from entry. Then again, she never took me as the kind to respect what she reads~"

"So your whiskey then...want it on the rocks, hon...or something else?"

"An old fashioned sounds nice, I think~ Something nice and simple~" He rather liked this, definitely. "I do love my alcohol...whiskey, especially, excites me the most. Even more so when a buxom blonde like you is doing the serving, dear~" He made no effort to hide his wandering eyes...much of his gaze was focused on her enlarged chest, of course. "My sister, Martz, would love to join us, I think...though she's a bit of a rowdy drunk."

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Despite what he would thin, she seemed rather...melancholic about the scene...perhaps even a little nostalgic, even. It was almost like she'd stepped into a scene in her own thoughts, with all the dazzled up glamor...and heartbreak that entails.

She didn't even mind the more liberal modifications to her look either. In her mind, she probably would look like how she did if she tried to squeeze herself back into that outfit again. That didn't stop the clacking of her heels as she glid behind the bar to grab him a cup to start him off. A faint grin shielded her heavy eyes as she looked over to hm.

"...Just like how I imagined it all looking....You know, I've always wanted a place like this. Not so much an ordinary bar but a speakeasy. Something a little more secret and refiend, available only to those privy to some secret dealings I used to do back when I served...I suppose none of that matters much now considering its just only us for now...but a doll could dream."

She opened up to him with little effort. Almost like the rage she felt before had slipped out her mind and wandered the vast oblivion of conciousness.

"...Tell me what can I get you, hon. I'm not the best there is when it comes to this kind of stuff but I don't mind trying it out...."

"Hmm~ I suppose that can be arranged~" He doesn't even bother waving his hand this time. The scenery simply melts from one locale to the other, from the oceanside villa to the fancy old-fashioned bar in her mind. This time, though, her uniform joins the change in scenery, melting away to be replaced by that bunny suit from her memories. The real one may or may not have fit, but this one is perfectly tailored...if just a little snug in all the right places. It almost seems like he took the liberty of enlarging her breasts a little, as well...of course he couldn't resist giving himself a little more eye candy.

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His snide retort almost threatened to push her off the edge at that point. She could feel her servos whir for a swift grab of his collar and a couple jabs in his snarky face. It would have been therapeutic to smash his stupid smug little face in for denying her what she wanted to know and hear him cry out in anguish against her mechanical prowess.

But they were nothing more than sweet little fantasies she could only indulge in that mental moment. Even with frustration blinding her, she knew better to pick fights she couldn't win. If she was at his mercy, she had no chance of winning.

So like a good doll, she breathed out her frustrations, letting them flow out of her mind as dull placidity wash over her like soothing droplets of rain. Nihility was her ally against insurmountable odds.

"...If I'm gonna ask it, I want a change in scenery. You already know what I'd like...probably could see it clearer than I ever could..."

Brownings defeated tone signalled her reliqushment of struggle as she imagined this new scene for the both of them. More a dream than nothing else, really.

A fancy bar, ornate wood colums on fresh oak counters...cushioned green stools befitting only the best patrons around. Behind her would only the finest selection of liquors, wines, and spirits money could afford. She would be his bartender, master of drinks and at his beck and call while she wore that old bunny suit that is probably still collecting dust to this day. She wondered if it would even fit her should she return home...

"Ah, by that I mean the truth of your situation. You are trapped, but...to sate your curiosity, it's much worse than you think." He'd honestly love to tell her the truth, as much of a pain as it would be to scour her memory and reset her timeline afterwards...her face when she was consumed by despair was so beautiful, after all. "Instead of falling to doom and gloom, relax...have a drink. You still have one more question to ask, don't you?"