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    “ WHAT did you just say? ”

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❝   Once you had put the pieces back together, even      though you may look intact, you were never quite      the same as you’d been                        — BEFORE THE FALL.  ❞

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Go anon and pretend to be my character's child,

➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :

Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).

I’ll answer the anon and then also try to guess the ship, or say which one I think the child would belong best from.

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“How did you grow so much?"

SOME STARTER SENTENCE FROM A POST LOST IN MY SHIT STORM OF A BLOG

     “i ate my vegetables? i don’t know – i hadn’t realized i grew.” 

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              ‘    no, but that’s why you find NEW favorites. 

or take those bones and build something unfamiliar off them. 

—— rogers pauses, his smile dimming a shade as he scrutinizes the male. 

              ‘     how long ??

     HIS LAUGH FADES as time passes and roman shifts to his right.      arms folded across his front, his analyzes the man and the situation      before him. obviously, he knows roman is different. why else would      he ask such a vague yet excruciatingly precise question? on one hand,      roman could subtly confess something he has held close to his cold body      for centuries. would he feel relief after such a confession?       ON THE OTHER hand, he could deny everything like has been all      his damned life and move on from this subject -- and this conversation      for good.

     HE SCANS THE man’s eyes for a brief moment before looking down      at his hands as he anxiously picked his cuticles.       “centuries,” he says looking down, avoiding his reaction. “you?” 

HAND LEAVING HIS jaw, he flicks his wrist, dismissing the direction of the topic quickly and efficiently. he doesn’t do NOSTALGIA well ;; it leaves a ghostly ache weaving through his ribs, traces of a specific brand of pain that makes his heart seize up and cough.

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   “THATS --that’s actually pretty cool. i’m not gonna lie. like -- genetics     rewarded you from a past life or something.” not that he believed in     reincarnation. hell, it took him decades time to stop calling genetics     witch craft when he first heard of it -- but science continued to surprise     him. “im roman, by the way. i probably should have said that before i     commented on your hair. my apologies.”

‘ Of course it is. It is a family thing, on my fathers side. ‘

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Jak and Daxter {Sentence Starters}

"You know what? Do it your way and I'll do it mine."

"That looks like it hurt. Should I call for backup?"

"Tell you the truth, I'm probably dead already."

"You look like a reasonably smart man."

"You've finally come to rescue me! Do you know how long I've been in here?"

"I want information! Where the hell am I?"

"Are you gonna keep yappin', or are you gonna help me outta this mess?"

"Don't say it. Don't even chuckle."

"We have been given a beauty beyond anything you could understand."

"Whew! Being a big hero sure makes ya thirsty!"

"I'm through saving the world."

"You did that on purpose, right?"

"We'll save the world! But do it quickly before I change my mind!"

"I was right behind you! Really. I was."

"You're willing to go down there? Without a fuss this time?"

"While you're down there, will you rub my feet?"

"You have a habit of leaving people to die, don't you?"

"I thought you said a smart warrior never takes his opponent head on."

"Where did they go? Why did they build this crap?"

"I'd like to go on record right here that I'm firmly and officially against dying."

"You know, I was having a good day until you showed up!"

"The important thing is, we won. And we're alive."

"You can't protect me forever! Someday, I'll show you."

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you!...Not."

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(please excuse the graphic, i was trying to be endearing c’:) g o s h i am absolutely speechless. it hasn’t even been 4 days and i literally only have about 10 posts, and i’ve already gotten so many of you to give me your support – it means so much to me. thank you so much for giving me the most warm welcome ever, for giving my interpretation of clark a chance, and for being a part of this fantastic experience/making it what it is. even if you are not mentioned here, know that i appreciate you all equally.

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     GOTHAM HAD BEEN very kind to a poor vampire      such as himself. all the rumors about the infamous city      that passed through london’s lips and tabloids were all      very interesting, but the real scandal was how good a       certain billionaire’s party treats were.       IN A WORLD where it’s all about who you know and not      what you know, roman had acquired a lot of contacts. one      of which had led him to this lavish party being held by none       other than the legendary bruce wayne. although roman hadn’t      the privilege of meeting the man -- yet -- he was wise to make      himself friendly with wayne’s particular group of cohorts by passing      around his name and business partners like candy. that’s how it       worked back in his day -- modern networking was too impersonal      for his taste.       LOOKING AROUND THE beautiful mansion, all roman could see were      black ties and beautiful dresses. it may be a correct to assume that      whenever bruce wayne throws a party he throws a damn party.       WITH A MOMENT of solitude, roman continued to walk around the      party room glancing over at the trays of food wayne’s party of butlers      carried about. one tray in particular -- fancy pigs in a blanket, shockingly       enough -- decided to go to the other side of the room. frowning,      roman took one step forward before being approached.      THE MAN LOOKED experienced. he held the tray as if it was apart      of his hand and the way he stood made roman conscious of his      slight hunch. the way he spoke, however, had a tinge of eagerness      roman couldn’t help but notice.       a question about his accent -- something he had got fairly often       in gotham, but none so eager. he could see a spark in the old man’s       eyes, even just a tiny one.

     “LONDON, SIR,” he replied, his hand slipping behind his back       as he stood a bit straighter. “although i’ve moved around to some       other places, london is where i was born and where i currently reside.       where are you from, hm?”

         WITH ‘BUTLER’ BEING your main profession,           you would think that one would enjoy all the           lavish dinner parties that were thrown at wayne          manor. but alfred was quite the opposite, and          it only seemed to get worse and worse with age.          HE WITHHELD HIS remarks, however. a gentleman         does not whinge in public. no, no. he must simply         serve the drinks, make sure the kitchen staff aren’t         stealing their dining ware– you’d be surprised how         often that happens– and make sure no secret levers         or fake statues were discovered. however, the job         title said nothing about calling out someone on          their accent, however. it was rather.. nostalgic,          to hear that tone of voice not coming from his          own lips for once. and so, tray in hand, alfred approached. 

    ❝  PARDON ME, SIR– would you mind terribly if i          asked what part of england you’re from? it seems         i’m feeling a nostalgic for it. ❞

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Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.

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tonight isnt really my night so im just gonna try to get some sleep.

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                                      THE STAR MOTHER.

                                                                   Written by Azu.

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Height-related {Sentence Starters}

“Need me to help you reach that? “Now, who said that?” “Get down here and say that to my face!” “Have you ever considered taking up basketball? You could just drop it in the net!” ”Hey, at least you get the nicest hugs from tall people.” “Life’s too short. I’m not!” “Did you shrink since I last saw you?” “Lean over so I can reach. More. More.” “I’m down here!” “Are you standing on the counter to feel tall?” “I’m not short, I’m fun-sized!” ”You’re my armrest.” ”Aww, I could just pinch your cheeks!” “Do I need to get you a box to stand on?” “You wouldn’t happen to be part giant, would you?” “Who are you calling a shrimp?!” “If you were an I-Pod… you’d be a Nano.” ”Hey, get on my back, giving you a piggyback ride. You’re so small I could pull it off.” “Ha, ha! I’m taller than you now!” “You could probably still pass as a kid.” “How’d you grow so much?!“ “Should I put you on my shoulders so you can see?”

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Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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cosmother

     “YOUR HAIR, it can’t be natural -- can it?” 

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I!!! Forgot!!! Starters!!!