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suddenly I have brain rot for morana again ohhh I’m never gonna be free from them am i ?

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I’m finally home so take this as a plotting call for all new followers and old ones as well ! 💕 slap the heart and I’ll come bother you in IMS and ask if you have disc to make it easier on me

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PROMPTS FROM SCOTT PILGRIM vs. THE WORLD *  assorted dialogue from the 2010 film, adjust as necessary

when i'm around you, i kind of feel like i'm on drugs. not that i do drugs. unless you do drugs, in which case i do them all the time. all of them.

does that mean we can make out?

i skimmed it.

is there anywhere you don't work?

we are here to sell out and make money and stuff.

hey, so can this not be a one night stand?

there's more than one kind?

you've got mail.

i know i can be hard to be around sometimes. i totally understand if you don't want to hang anymore.

you will pay for your insolence.

break out the l-word.

that was a joke.

what the hell...

it's amazing what we can do with computers these days.

we have an unfinished business.

what did you have in mind?

i think garlic bread would have to be my favorite all-time food.

what do you play?

it's not a race, guys!

go ahead. i'm too cool for you anyway.

i'm so happy for you.

that's kind of a big question.

this is good garlic bread.

guess who's drunk!

you'll pay for your crimes against humanity!

you have a band?

i love this song!

what's the website for that?

we're terrible. please come.

don't you talk to me about grammar!

i know you have reasons for not wanting to talk about your past.

did you make some of those up?

i could eat it for every meal.

this is impossible! how can this be?

this is only my first offense. don't i get three strikes?

did you really see a future with this girl?

step up your game.

how are you doing that with your mouth?

it's milk and eggs, bitch.

bread makes you fat?

wait, can i get your number?

they have not started playing yet.

i want you to know that i don't care about any of that stuff.

we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.

what kind of tea do you want?

you are incorrigible.

you used to be so nice.

what's that? you're outside?

oh, well, that's not that bad.

you know what really sucks? everything.

didn't you get my email explaning the situation?

i know you play mysterious and aloof just to avoid getting hurt.

i have to go pee due to boredom.

call us when you're done.

i've never even kissed a guy before.

he just left.

that was a test, and you passed.

i don't know the meaning of the word.

if you want something bad, you have to fight for it.

if i peed my pants, would you pretend that i just got wet from the rain?

do you have any embarrassing stories?

you made me swallow my gum! that's going to be in my digestive tract for seven years!

everything does suck.

why can't we have our own secret shows?

sounds like someone wants to get funky.

so what you're saying is we're dating?

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seeing everyone freak about the dashboard and I’m so glad I’m constantly mobile because I’d cause a riot

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Reblog if you RP using Discord

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003)

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all ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵏᶤᵈˢ got 𝑵𝑶 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 ; living their whole lives to an accidental overdose — THIS IS NOT WHAT I WOULD DO . ( but 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 not ᵃ̳ᵇ̳ᵒ̳ᵘ̳ᵗ̳ ̳ᵐ̳ᵉ̳ . )

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send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

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Does your character get a happy ending?

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❝   THE   EYES   TELL   A   STORY,   MORANA   ❞   a   familiar   quote   the   hunter   remembered   hearing,   mother’s   voice   ringing   in   ears   and   wrapping   around   head   to   soothe   the   ever   growing   headache   due   to   the   situation   the   two   were   speaking   about.   it   took   a   lot   of   energy   out   of   them   to   speak   on   it,   fingers   scraping   against   each   other   as   nails   rip   at   the   skin   wrapped   around   her   skeleton   from   the   feelings   she   could   never   speak   out   loud   to   anyone   else   but   sam.   confiding   in   him   for   serious   topics   and   thoughts,   especially   one   that   involved   his   brother   dying   in   the   next   few   months, crossing fingers for much longer. ❝   I   know,   but   I   can���t   .   .   I   don’t   want   him   to   give   up   hope.   we’ll   figure   something   out   .   .   we   always   do, sam ❞ eyes   downcast   to   look   at   the   floor   instead   of   looking   over   at   the   youngest   winchester,   too   fearful   to   show   her true   emotions   to   even   him, ❝   I   don’t   want   him   to   go,   sam   .   .   is   that   selfish   ?   to   tell   death  or whatever to   fuck   off   and   find   someone   else   to   murder   ?   ❞

I’m not giving up hope. ( sam <3 )

there's always been a sense of devotion that bleeds between his brother and morana, one that sometimes sam doesn't understand the language of. they know each other through bruised fists, and split lips. but then he sees the way that they wrap their limbs around each other and laugh about it afterwards; take bets on who can kick whose ass, and put it to the test. there's an intimacy that spreads in the air whenever morana and dean land eyes on each other, and the avoidance of talking about them when it's just he and his brother on the road again only attests to the suspicion that there's something that lays therein between them. the expiration date that is tattooed on dean's ribs has been a sensitive subject, one that none of them wish to touch if they can help it; but the clock is ticking, and they are starting to run out of time. "i'm glad you're not, mor," sam says with a breath of a whisper, riding on the coattails of a choked chuckle as he continues, "because i think he's startin' to."

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HELLFIRE   IGNITES   IN   EYES   FULL   OF   HATRED   AND   ANGER,   hand   perfectly   still   as   it   holds   its   spot   against   neck   that   was   begging   to   be   sliced   open,   begging   for   the   omen   of   death   to   allow   its   blood   to   drip   down   the   body   of   a   man   that   didn’t   belong   to   its   inhibitor.   you   were   upset,   weren’t   you   ?   so   annoyed,   full   of   nothing   but   disgust   for   the   man   —   no,   the   THING   in   front   of   you   that   it   made   you   sick   to   your   stomach   .   .   but   you   could   kill   him,   could   you   ?   you   didn’t   have   the   right   weapon,   you   didn’t   have   that   power,   all��  you   could   do   was   send   him   back   to   hell   and   that   was   enough,   wasn’t   it   ? it was enough to piss you off forever, ❝   more   brutal,   but   for   you   ?   I   think   I’ll   take   my   time   slicing   your   throat   open   ❞   snarls   instead   of   regular   rasp   flood   out   of   mouth,   canines   poking   out   from   behind   plump   lips   as   lucifer   continues   to   force   the   monster   out   of   the   hunter   that   stood   before   him, begging for a reaction ❝   shut   up,   shut   the   fuck   up   before   I   show   you   exactly   how   it   feels.   you   know   nothing   about   me,   and   you   need   to   stay   in   your   own   damn   lane   ❞

🔪 ( lucifer <3 ahahaha )

there's a lowly hum that purrs from the cavern of his throat, pushing against the dangerous of the blade that is held to his jugular. morana's silence is enough to be a threat of itself, knowing that they do not need words to promise malice with a swift wrist flick, promise of spilling blood is not one that they war themselves with. and that's exactly what lucifer loves about them; the promise of malice and chaos without remorse, the truest nature that someone should live. he would bargain that they are human, and they simply could not recount the aftermath of knowing that a simple blade will not kill someone like him; but he senses something else within morana. one that entices him more than the human skin that stands before him now.

"is this how you do it?" he asks with a brow arched, lips parted in pure awe as he levels a gaze with the fire that blazes in the bed of her optics. "when you take a life, do you slice their throat? or something much more brutal?" he hopes for the latter, he wants to add, but he refrains as he reaches a hand out to her regardless, and travels his delicate touch down along the bones of her wrist that still welds the weapon against his throat. "you sense when it comes, don't you? death?" he lets the last word land hard and sharp, a suggestive tone to the way he reveals his own cards to her; he knows what she is. "tell me, morana.. what does sensing death feel like?"

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

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🙌

ONE OF TWO OF THE PEOPLE WHO STARTED AND RUINED MORANA ROSENBERG’S LIFE : Ilya obolensky is a known assassin and bounty hunter affiliated with the organization named “PHANTOM”. she goes by many names as she is not allowed to use her real one due to her job, but morana knows her as ilya or sometimes, “демон” ( the demon ). when ilya and her husband found morana, they were only a young girl who ran around the streets stabbing people, and robbing them for all they had. seeing as she could do all of this as a twelve year old, they decided to snatch her off of the streets. you call it kidnapping, ilya called it giving morana a new life.

ilya, and the organization decided to train this young girl and transform her into a monster — someone that could hunt for people all around the world for money, and get rid of them or bring them to justice. morana owes her life to them, and they will constantly say it whenever the topic is brought up. that doesn’t change the fact that ilya and her husband were horrible “parents” to the girl, and didn’t raise her correctly as she was growing up. torturing them, getting rid of any morals they may of had, instilling in their head that no one is to be trusted and that everyone was fair game — morana grew up to be a horrid person, and this became one of the reasons why they decided to run away once they reached twenty.

at the moment, morana is still taking up jobs as a bounty hunter for hire, but she is also running away from her past, her enemies, and her family — including ilya obolensky. she is hunting her down along with the organization to bring her back home, and they will get her back by whatever means necessary. and if that means killing those they love, they will do it — but if morana decides to fight back, they’ll get rid of her as well. to Ilya and the organization, they are a mindless rat walking straight into a mouse trap, and ilya is waiting for the right time to snap the trap shut and get rid of morana for good.

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hi everyone ! from july 7th to july 17th, I’ll be on vacation back in the motherland RAHHHHH, which means replies on here will be exceptionally slow unless I have time <33 you’re more than welcome to reach me on discord cuz that’s where I’ll be lurking the most ! ( funkybuns. )

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morana 100% steals clothing because they just wanna . . shirts and hoodies is the main thing they steal and if they fit, pants as well. will you ever see your clothing again afterward ? probably not, it’s somewhere thrown around their apartment

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◜ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ◞ : a collection of prompts from the 2023 animated film 𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 based off the graphic novel by nd stevenson . adjust phrasing as desired ! not spoiler free .

go back to the shadows from whence you came !

if you want a happily ever after , you can never let your guard down .

hey , thinky face . look at me .

it's not what [ ] wanted .

i don't feel safe .

i'm not brooding ! i'm just - i'm thinking .

this is my thinking face .

you were better and worked harder than all of us .

but what if they still hate me ?

they're gonna love you . like i do .

did you think i was going to apologize for how i treated you ? oh my god , that's hilarious . you're so stupid , i love it .

some of us don't get the happily ever after we're looking for .

the garbage and the smell of sadness really pull the whole thing together .

wait , who are you ?

put that down !

okay , how old do you think i am ?

not a lot of kids in your life huh ?

i'm here about the job .

do you like it ?

every villain needs a sidekick .

sweet murder wall !

this guy looks extremely punchable .

you're right , he is extremely punchable .

are you saying you're not a villain ?

are you disappointed that i'm not a murderer ?

it's complicated , okay ?

i am not gonna get arrested !

i trusted you .

give me a chance !

because once everyone sees you as a villain , that's what you are .

they only ever see you one way . no matter how hard you try .

if you see anyone , hide .

that's a hard no .

something , something , something , we win !

did you see the way he looked at me ?

how could i promise you when i don't know what's about to happen ?

this is the part where you run .

you're a monster .

do not call me that !

why are you helping me ?

everybody hates you too .

i think what you mean to say is thanks for saving my life .

can you just be you please ?

i can't be seen with that !

you've been staring .

can you please just be normal for a second ?

easier for who ?

how did you get like this ?

that explains literally nothing .

you need to sit down . you're bleeding !

most people scream at that part .

i'm not people .

does it hurt at all ?

i've been through worse .

what does it feel like ?

i feel worse when i don't do it .

why did you set me up ?

they brainwashed you good .

arm chopping is not a love language !

it's how we were trained .

you should be questioning everything right now !

i've lost my mind . i've lost everything .

i never asked for that .

you lied to me about everything !

then you never knew me at all .

i've got you , kid !

i said i don't want to talk about it !

i don't need your help !

i don't know what's scarier : the fact that everyone wants to kill me ? or that sometimes , i just wanna let ' em .

we have to get you out of here.

we'll go , together .

no matter what we do we can't change the way people see us .

you changed the way you see me .

it's okay . you're safe . we're home .

let's live here forever .

i wouldn't be here if you'd stood up for me .

there is something i need to tell you .

i'm not the villain here !

i know ! i know . i believe you .

i'm sorry for everything .

we've been wrong about everything .

this was a mistake .

why can't you just leave me alone ?

because i love you .

tell me this isn't you .

where did you get that ?

you think that i would do that ? that that's who i am ?

think about everything that we've been through together !

you were using me !

you wanted them to see someone else to hate so you wouldn't be alone !

i want to hear you say it ! say it !

don't you wish you were normal ?

you know what you are !

innocent people will die .

what are we doing ?

what have i done ?

i'm sorry . i'm sorry .

i see you .

i see you . and you're not alone .

what if we're wrong ? what if we've always been wrong ?

be right back . i'm gonna go break some stuff .

it's time to rewrite the story .

come back . please come back .

maybe it's not the end of the story .

holy sh - !

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@guiltye ( 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 ) asked ❛ Okay. Yes, sir. I’ll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself. ❜

MOVEMENTS   HALT   IN   KITCHEN   OF   MOTEL   DUE   TO   WORDS,   brows   furrowing   as   body   turns   to   face   hunter   they   had   grown   used   to   after   months   of   sticking   around   —   staying   was   never   in   mind,   was   never   the   plan   when   it   came   to   running   into   the   winchesters   two   years   ago,   but   here   they   were,   throwing   together   a   meal   with   a   shitty   pan   on   a   shitty   stove   in   the   wee   hours   of   the   morning,   only   to   be   snapped   at   by   the   man   they   have   grown   the   closest   to   out   of   the   brothers.   eyes   flicker   to   look   over   the   annoyed   countenance   adoring   his   face,   leaning   against   dirty   countertop   that   was   in   dire   need   of   cleaning   to   allow   him   to   finish   his   tantrum,   ❝   are   you   done   now,   child   I   didn’t   know   I   was   raising   ?   you   can   make   this   breakfast   yourself,   y’know   ?   ❞   head   tilts   after   sentence   comes   to   an   end,   grabbing   the   coffee   brewing   in   the   pot   to   pour   dean   a   cup,   taking   the   smallest   sip   before   he   could   grab   it,   ❝   wow,   so   delicious,   maybe   I’ll   keep   this   cup   for   myself   and   you   can   make   your   own,   засранец   ❞