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Reverse starter call you like this and write me a starter

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@widaugast​ cast sending:  "i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”

Caleb presents it first as fact, an open honesty which floods the cavity of his chest. Want is a funny thing. Essek has wanted a great deal in his life and many may call himself selfish for it --- the pursuit of his desires which led him to where he was now. Hanging in a precarious balance, one step from the edge where no matter of magic would be able to prevent him from falling. This want, though, oh this one feels far more dangerous. Clarity had been there in all his decisions before. Certainty. The importance of his goals has always been there at the forefront of his mind. Not here. His vigilance has dulled into something confusing and unsettling. 

He’d like to say all he wants is for Caleb to leave him alone, that he’s mistaken himself in some way with these presumptions. Maybe they’d both know he was lying, but maybe it wouldn’t matter.

“That depends on what you wish to speak about. My time is limited, but for now, it is yours.”

100  ways  to  say  ‘ i  love  you ’

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me: im gonna write me, instead: tries to fill in the missing pieces of esseks spells

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critrole sentences starters  — 100 quotes from 100 episodes.   critrole just posted a list, so here’s about 100 lines of dialogue compiled, edited, and occasionally split into smaller pieces for roleplay purposes. topics and tone shift… wildly. and as usual, alter anything you want to make it fit your muse better.  tw:  murder, death, self-destructive intent.

❝  welcome to [place].  ❞

❝  is that a natural thing for you guys to just attack each other in moments of stress?  ❞

❝  i’ve never travelled with a bunch of people i thought would die in front of me!  ❞

❝  yeah. the world does need an asshole.  ❞

❝  tell you what. i start sweating real hard, i’ll let you know, okay?  ❞

❝  well, my social anxiety is getting the best of me. i’m taking a walk. goodbye.  ❞

❝  i think that the bust of a tiny, curly-headed 120-year-old woman needs to slam its way into the torso of that beast.  ❞

❝  what do they look like, these buttons?  ❞

❝  i don’t normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we’ll think about it.  ❞

❝  what if we kill all of them and come back and rob this place?  ❞

❝  i’m always ready to make a damn fool of myself.  ❞

❝  it’s a collection of crazy tales about this weird fella.  ❞

❝  i did my best. every town i went to and every town i left, no matter how they treated me, and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect…  ❞

❝  i left every town better than i found it.  ❞

❝  i mean, i don’t want to impose… but i’m bleeding profusely.  ❞

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M9 should guilt essek into helping kill vokodo he owes them and i miss him

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❝    my entire life i’ve been propped up to be perhaps worthy to break those boundaries; to find applications for it that could change everything and if i don’t do it the first person who does… i don’t trust them.     ❞

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100  ways  to  say  ‘ i  love  you ’  sentence  starters ↪  skins  uk  edition.  alter  as  you  see  fit

“wake up [name], you twat.”

“do you want a coke or something?”

“can i carry your books?”

“i like that you’re funny Iooking.”

"oh thank you, you’re so nice.”

"you fancy me?”

"i think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?”

"we’ll miss you, won’t we?”

[ text ] : EAT

"have you always had that mole?”

"i’m respecting. believe me, i’m respecting.”

"you alright? do you want to dance?”

"do you want me to walk you home?”

"we’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?”

“shall i give you head?”

"i’m gonna get an early night. coming to bed?”

"i’ll give you head - that’s friendship.”

“but what about you? you’ve got bigger problems than me.”

"i like your hair.”

"and i’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?”

"i realised something. i’ve been an idiot.”

"and i was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?”

"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.”

"so i’ll see you around.”

”[name], you came! i mean, cool, i mean … i wasn’t sure you would.”

“do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?”

"i don’t want this to be difficult.”

"did you get beaten up?”

"i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”

"kiss me again.”

"come on, i’m taking you for breakfast.”

"happy birthday, mate.”

"there’s something i have to get off my chest and if i don’t, i’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.”

"come to bed with me. please.”

"you’re my best friend, but i really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.”

"see? i remembered your favourite.”

"look, sorry, [name]. but your mum says we gotta take you home.”

"come out. i’ll get you dancing.”

"do i have to gay you now?”

"right, i know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, i think we’re ready, so, er, [name] … i want you to move in with me.”

"let’s talk. fill me in with everything. every little detail.”

"we can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.”

"and i fucking love you.”

"wow! you’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.”

"cheeky.”

"thanks for keeping schtum.”

"hi, i made tea.”

"i brought vodka. was that right?”

"i’ll show you how to do a blowjob.”

"i missed you… i missed you too much.”

"i think you can do anything.”

"it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.”

"you alright?”

"i know you, [name]. i know you’re lonely. i think you need someone to want you. well, i do want you. so be brave. and want me back!”

"fuck you.”

"can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?”

"this is a once-only charity event, you understand?”

"i bought a fucking gateaux.”

"please. can we start again?”

"facebook really needs to hear about this.”

"you’re very stalkable.”

"i was scared!”

"i am so proud of you.”

"don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

"she’s lovely, isn’t she?”

"you look nice in that dress.”

"you are doing so well, sweetheart.”

"so you’re mental, and i’m useless.”

"so, what are we doing next, mystery girl?”

"i’ll never forget you.”

"hi. i got eggs. we can have eggs, yeah? and red bulls and pain au chocolat.”

"i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much and it’s killing me.”

"don’t take any crap this time.”

"badass.”

"you’ve totally got, like, ‘fuck me’ eyes, girl. totally ‘fuck me sideways’ eyes.”

"maybe we can go together.”

"don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.”

"i’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.”

"you’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.”

"you’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.”

"you need to sort yourself out.”

"remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?”

"everything is going to be fine, i promise you.”

"hi, you look nice.”

"you may live your life as you want.”

"we’ll do a girls’ night in.”

"you’re a shape-shifter of happiness.”

"it’s not like we’re getting married! it was one dinner!”

"thank you, my henna-handed honcho.”

"i’m sorry. i was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.”

"it’s heavenly.”

"why aren’t you here?”

"i tried to ring you.”

"everything’s better. here you are again.”

"i’ll dance with you.”

"what’s happened to you, [name]?”

"i didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.”

“oh, my god! oh, my god! i’m so glad you came!”

"i promise. everything’s going to be alright.”

"i love you.”

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man.... i lov essek

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@nightdraught.

               “ oh, excite me. “ artemis laughs, the words a mock-breathy swoon; “ you can’t drop hints at impressive, potentially deeply forbidden magics and expect me not to be. even if i can’t learn it, i can certainly yearn to try. and i’m always happy to provide distraction. “ they say, tone still light. their gaze sliiiides over to essek’s at the reproachful tone to his ‘hm’. and they just offer a smile in return, easy as anything, as they lead the way up the quieter sort of street.

              it’s not that they aren’t one to apologize when they feel as though they’ve misstepped; the opposite, really. but the way the other chooses to express himself ( or rather not do so at all ) is familiar. and they don’t feel particularly inclined to apologize for giving a shit. “ i’m curious about how much is different. between here and home. “

              the buildings are made of a lighter sort of stone here, some ivy crawling up the walls in-between the wooden supports built into them. the further they go the more people there seem to be, though for the most part simply milling about between shops. it’s an unhurried sort of evening, long past any rushes or crowds that might be a worry any other time.

             “ the top of the list of things that are about to kill the cat being what sort of magicyou specialize in ? feel free to use metaphors, i love poorly deciphering them. “

essek meets the theatrics with a slight raise of the brow. “we will see,” he says instead of some lofty jest about how passing out deeply forbidden magics seems to be a hobby of his. which it seems to be. a small act of rebellion, he supposes, paltry in comparison to everything else. there’s no telling if artemis has the same potential of one caleb widogast, but if nothing else it’d give essek an opportunity to show off. 

the ego boost might do him some good. 

“many things. everything. the foundations are the same, people living their lives, but ---” he glances around, taking in the evening around them. essek can’t call it comfortable, not for himself with the paranoia that nestled at the base of his spine, but he could see how it might be for others. children laughing across the way as they run along with sticks in their hands. “our architecture, for one, is much darker.” there’s the edge of a smile there. many things were different, indeed. it could take a lifetime to name them all. 

there’s an undeniable urge to prattle off, lost in the intricacies of the magic he’s dedicated so much of his life to. “magic that is likely best not spoken of so openly, i hope you understand the gravity of the situation.” jester would have laughed at that, sharper than she was given credit for. a shame it’ll likely go over their head. “later, i can provide an in depth answer to quell your curiosity, if you think you can hold out without any ill effects to your health.”

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i drafted a couple more drabbly things from my inbox but otherwise just deleted it cus it needed to be cleared

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Attila József, “Ode” (trans. Gábor G. Gyukics and Michael Castro)

[Text ID: “This great radiance hurts my eyes. I am lost, I think. I can hear my heart clatter and beat above me.)”]

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RULES:  list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist!

big bad wolf - in this moment

black eyes - the decemberists

orca - wintersleep

the power and the glory - iamx

tongues and teeth - the crane wives

dark in my imagination - of verona

the willow maid - eurtan

only you - ellie goulding

momma sed - puscifer

justice for saint mary - diablo swing orchestra

tagged by: @widaugast tagging: idk who hasnt done this yet

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heavenlysouled​.

if one were to closely look, it would be all too obvious that her face becomes dusted with a very light shade of pink, feeling as though a critical error has been made in asking that question. she has to resist the urge to resort to her habitual isms used in attempts to dispel awkward tensions, instead looking up to essek to actually try and meet his gaze, as painful as it feels to do.

“oh, well, that’s tight,” beau fumbles, nodding along with his response. “reading’s cool, i like to read by myself most the time, but it’s also- it’s pretty fun to like chill with people. caleb’s cool to read with. we just- we hang out. you know.”

it’s a little easier for her to talk about things they do, as a group. it’s familiar ground- though with sparse details, a route that feels safer for her by default when telling anyone outside the mighty nein. but still, it’s doable, and she’s quick to babble out something, the first thing that comes to mind, “oh, there was- there was this one time me and nott just wanted to race to the top of a tree. she totally shot my ass. it was wild. i think that was the same day jester almost got eaten so caleb polymorphed her into a mammoth. good times.”

someone please spare them, they certainly needed an intervention, a convenient interruption --- anything. of course nothing came, why would it? the universe laughing at their meager attempts to engage in something someone might consider a decent conversation. essek nods and it’s only a little bit stiff. “i do not often chill with people, so i will take your word for it.” was what they were doing now this ‘chilling’? what did that even really mean? he doesn’t ask, even if he kind of wants to. 

his expression was vaguely blank as beau’s retelling just goes on, jumping from one ridiculous statement to another as if it were perfectly and totally normal. he purses his lips into a thin line and makes a considering ‘hm’ noise as he tries to process it thoroughly. “how does ---” was this worth investigating? was it, really? 

“your days sound as if they are filled with... excitement?” it comes out as more of a question than he’d like, confusion palpable. “i’m sorry, did you say a mammoth?”

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oh great new dash with no way to turn it off and a broke xkit /:

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I'm alive i swear 😬😬😬