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Going to try and role-play again like or starter or comment for a certain character

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Power is knowing your worth ❤️‍🔥

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In the depth of his own mind, Thaddeus Masterson would find comfort in the ideals he had entrusted only himself to keep, to soldier on through the pain and the sorrow–only if the end goal was death. Though, poetically, Thaddeus had dreamt of meeting the dark hooded figure made up of bones and the souls of those it reaped, carrying only a simple instrument that it wielded into the battle between the Light and the Dark, continuously taking the lives of those who did not seek judgement–nor good nor bad, nor of the light–or of the dark. Only those whose time was up–time he thought he may have. 

Perhaps in a cruel twist of faith, he himself would meet the ends of this scythe before those who truly deserved it; the sharpened blade severing the string of his fate with only one torturous swipe. Blood would spill, though not just of his own–a mixture of the battle that had occurred but moments ago. Stingy flesh, seering at the tips; yet it’s burning sensation would become numb as his body began to lose all senses throughout the nervous system. From the pierced flesh around his torso and through the rib cage, striking true to his synthetic heart; it’s final beats as its technology would began fail. 

Each beat would be torture, understanding now the true battle between life and death; being on the receiving end–rather than the bystander seeing from outside the coffin. Eyes hazed from the mind numbing pain that shot throughout his body, fatigue would settle as muscle sore from the champion of light’s will–a will to stop him from achieving the similar goal. To death do them part, perhaps; although a piece of him would remain on this earth–made up of flesh and bones, blood staining the ground below. How fitting that it would be this blood, blood he spilled often across the fields of green and brown; drenched in the blood he claimed would not be his–yet as he sat arched over the blade in his torso–he’d feel life being brought to the ground below. 

The tug between Life and Death would seep from one side to the next, what was being stolen from him was being gifted to the dirt; soon–one would gain from the latter. His jaw would quake as words tried to form, though the pipe to his lungs would fill with the same blood granting life to meaningless dirt. Bruised and cut hands would push against the ground with no triumph, the blade would sit where it fell, and he was to die upon it. As eyes began to slowly collapse on themselves, he felt muscles aching in his forearms, shaking at the elbows as the fragmented blade would slide ever so deep into him. 

Though pierced from the other side of his caged heart; the blade would slowly begin to move deeper–pushing, piercing, and creating a hole wider for blood to seep. What was once a white cotton fitting would soon be stained with the blood his heart could not pump any longer. Time felt like a ticking bomb, his mind melting away as death would stand before him. Eyes fixated upon the ground as the darkened shadow of whom he once stood with would linger over him. The blade from within would be unhurried, yet the blade held to his neck–even in his own mind–would be swift. 

A soul reaped from the body of a man who could not claim to be entirely flesh. Though gifted with the powers of darkness, always feeling the chill from it’s grasp upon him; he’d feel no such comfort as his mind fell prey to death’s grip. Now lying still as arms caved underneath; letting his body slowly drift downwards until blades of grass pressed against his still face. Ever drifting from his body, a mind unsettled–yet the outcome of the war between life and death would continue its everlasting struggle to gain the upper hand. Even as the life drifted from his body, giving death the triumph, the blood he’d spill would be rich in nutrients, giving life to the ground it would soak up. 

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It’s fitting in the second book how Yuai gets injured. Near the end of Book One, Atlas wakes up on a mechanic’s table in Jacopo’s workshop. Beaten and still slightly broken, Atlas wakes up to see Yuai on the couch still beaten and bruised but somehow sound asleep. Jacopo, who had been sitting in a chair near Atlas; begins to tend to the broken pieces of Atlas’s body with her permission--knowing full well she didn’t like being worked on when she was unconscious let alone without permission. 

Atlas asks Jacopo how long she’s been out, finding out she’s been asleep for four days. Yuai, refusing to move from the couch nearby, has taken some medical treatment but nothing that would cause her to move from that spot--waiting for Atlas to wake up.

In the second book, after Yuai and Thaddeus’s fight, Yuai falls unconscious and ends up sleeping for roughly three days before waking up in a hospital bed. There, in the couch nearby in her room, is Atlas who has refused treatment and repairs until she knows Yuai is safe and okay. It mirrors their commitment towards each other and is the foundation of their friendship, sacrificing their own well being just to make sure the other is recovering. 

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Sad to see people disappear out of my life for no fucking reason. Whatever, I guess. I’m just going to archive this blog because of the information I have on this account. 

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me, trying to be active.

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Atlas doesn’t have many friends. She finds it hard to trust. But she’s the most hard working friend you could have, because she is more than willing to defend you when she knows you’re in the right. She’s more than willing to lay her life on the line, take a few punches for someone.

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Send “Well this is just great” for our muses to get stuck in a snowstorm together!

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{ Send me a headcanon about my character and I can only reply with ❎ for wrong or ✅ for correct }

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Send 🌑 to see the darkest side of my muse

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Crimes Against the Yakuza !

“I-I just work here. My name’s Flora. The owner was at the front desk and I was organizing the store.” Being dragged along with him, Flora feels a bit more calm at his hand on her shoulder but she can’t help but still be worried. This whole scenario could put everyone in danger. When they finally make it to the front, the older man looks up at Flora.

“What’s the matter, Flora? You were gone for a bit and-” Then his eyes falls on Mantus. Taking the young man in, he has a momentary look of confusion on his face, “Is that a customer? Why did you from the back of the store?” Flora figures he must not have heard the commotion outside so she opens her mouth to speak.

“U-Uhm, sir, I don’t know to put this..”

It was almost like fate, the men from earlier would come around the corner to the front of the store--storming through the doors. The knives they had were switched for guns, now visible as they held it out towards the three. Hues normally dark indigo would begin to glow--but at the sight of the eyes the men would fire. Bullets would rip through the air--yet miss the area’s important to their person. Ripping through the fabrics of this reality and into one beyond their eyes, portals and alterations to the world around them thanks to the Gaia of Hades; Mantus’s power over the aether. After emptying their clips, Mantus would turn to the two behind him--the man and Flora.

↳ 空 “ Go to the back. ” 空 ↵

Turning back to the men, he’d open the narrow portals between the worlds, letting the bullets fly through the air and back at the men. As if the velocity was not lost while entering the other world--they would be struck by the bullets and find themselves on the ground soon after. Unfortunately, this also meant there was collateral damage, books and windows--some of the parked cars outside as well. Plus, the bodies on the ground now. Mantus would approach the bodies, getting down onto his toes and arching over so that his rear sat down upon his heels; hands moving through the fabrics of the others laying in agony--he felt no sympathy for the men who were clearly dying. 

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Crimes Against the Yakuza !

It all happened so fast. Before Flora realized it, the man had kicked the trash bag from the door and pushed her inside. Thankfully the door was locked from this side but that surely wouldn’t stop the men from going in the front? Or maybe they weren’t smart enough to think of that.

Bright blues stare at the man, wide open due to the fear that now rushed through her veins. Yakuza? How could she have run into Yakuza when all she was doing was her job! How would this affect her friends, the boss, or her fellow coworkers?! She can’t believe this but all Flora does is place her hand on her chest to try and calm her beating heart.

“W-What do you mean? Yakuza? Why were you guys out there? Why bring this into the store?!” Flora tries to stay calm but this was a lot to take in.

Her heart rate would escalate, her body warming as endorphins would raise in her system; anxiety and fear taking place. His systems would read the trace of chemicals in her body, though a hand would reach out to grip onto the other’s shoulder, pulling her softly away from the door as he managed to take a few more steps into the store. Who knew if those thugs were strong enough to burst through the door, let alone smart enough to walk around to the front. 

↳ 空 “ They are after me, I am sorry.                              --I didn’t mean to bring you into this.               What is your name, do you work in this shop ? ” 空 ↵

Maybe talking would help her calm down, his eyes would focus on the shop around them, taking in the books upon countless shelves, he wondered just how much of this shop was hers to take care of--if there were other people.

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Crimes Against the Yakuza !

Opening the back door of the bookstore with the garbage in hand, Flora was assigned with cleaning and organizing the shop while the boss manned the front counter for customers. She had to tear up and throw away various boxes from a new batch of books that just came in, along with the trash from the general running of the store. But what she wasn’t expecting was the men who got hit on her way out, nor the stare of the dark haired man who seems to be with them.

“E-Excuse me?” She says back, stopping in place in the door as the guy speaks out loud, and the others help their fallen comrades, “What’s going on out here? What are you guys doing?”

To her, it honestly looks like nothing but trouble. The others seem to be facing off with the dark haired man she just spoke to. Putting the trashbag to prop open the door, she doesn’t move out farther than the door, but she tries to make herself known to all the men in the alleyway.

“If you all don’t stop and leave then I’ll call the police. We don’t needs fights around this area.” Surely they can’t do anything to her since she’s just a witness and was just at work, right?

Despite her words the other males would simply chuckle at her, though the mention of the police would cause them to whip out the small switchblades from their jacket pockets. Mantus’s eyes would focus upon the blades, an AI program would cause his mind to react--with a quick movement her foot would kick off the ground to throw his own body towards the door, a hand upon the knob, the other against the woman’s shoulder--knowing the impact of his body would against hers would do more damage had he impacted against her in another manner. A foot kicking the trashbag out from the door’s pathway, pulling on the knob as he brought himself and her within the confines of the store. Eyes focusing on the other as the door would close--the locking mechanism causing it to be unopened from the other side. Being pulled and kicked against, the two men wouldn’t be able to enter. 

↳ 空 “ Do not inform the police, please.                   --The Yakuza of these parts has them in their pockets.              If you were to tell them, they would find me easily. And you. ” 空 ↵

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@daydreamiist​ asked: “You know, you’re not fooling anyone.” (Mantus - it can be serious or not, you decide)

meme source ;; [ LINK ]

The synthetic of his skin had turned white, red marking across his body would signify his design; the default form of the MAN-model Hobotic. A hand would place itself upon the back of his head, pulling his head further down into his frame. The rear of his body would touch against the heels of his feet, balancing his body against his toes; knees nearing his torso--pressing his arms against the corner of the room. Post-traumatic stress disorder; something most commonly seen in the who had gone to war--killed--his mind tormented by the form he had taken, by the many forms he chose. Mantus had taken the life of a man whose death benefited businesses in Central America, yet the life of the child he was ordered to take--was one that had stuck with him. Blood that would stain his synthetic would become his new form; the form of a child who could not grow up. 

↳ 空 “ I’M NOT TRYING TO FOOL ANYONE--                  --I’M TRYING TO FOOL MYSELF ! ” 空 ↵

His voice would scatter due to its function, changing pitch to appear high or low, feminine or masculine, differ as if the absorbed information of his formatting would scramble. He was unable to control his voice; eyes without pockets at the edges would cause the tears he formed to drip directly off his eyeballs and to the ground. Fingers digging into his bald scalp, without locks to grip he would use force against his skull.

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avril lavigne : let go album … sentence starters

“I was left to cry there.”

“Why’d you turn away?”

“It’s a damn cold night.”

“Maybe it’s not too late.”

“You think you’re loveless.”

“You look like a fool to me.”

“'Cause I know you’re worth it.”

“Chill out, what’cha yelling for?“

“Sorry, girl, but you missed out.”

“He wasn’t good enough for her.”

“I’m listening, but there’s no sound.”

“I thought that you’d be here by now.”

“Oh, why is everything so confusing?“

“You know, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“It’s the first time I ever felt this lonely.”

“Guess I never had someone like you.”

“Can’t you see that you lie to yourself?“

“Well, tough luck, that boy’s mine now.”

“I laugh myself to sleep, it’s my lullaby.”

“I got a backbone stronger than yours.”

“She turns on TV, guess who she sees!”

“Guess it must’ve got erased somehow.”

“Won’t somebody come take me home?“

“You’re always feeling sorry for yourself.”

“I’m trying to remember why I was afraid.”

“Everything’s changing, everywhere I go.”

“Understand that I can’t not be what I am.”

“But all of her friends stuck up their nose.”

“There’s nothin’ else better to do, anyway.”

“Don’t get caught, sneak out of the house.”

“You see right through me and I can’t hide.”

“I’d rather be anything but ordinary, please.”

Does your pretty face see what he’s worth?“

“This sucks, gotta pack up and leave, again.”

“I wanted to know you, I wanted to show you.”

“'Cause you weren’t there when I was scared.”

“Didn’t you feel me lock my arms around you?”

“I don’t know who you are, but I… I’m with you.”

“You don’t want me there, you just shut me out.”

“You’re watching your back, like you can’t relax.”

“And I’m feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect.”

“It don’t do me any good. It’s just a waste of time.”

“Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?“

“Right now, I feel invisible to you, like I’m not real.”

“Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out.”

“Sort of thought you’d have the decency to change.”

“No, I just don’t understand why you won’t talk to me.”

“To walk within the lines would make my life so boring.”

“Fall back, take a look at me and you’ll see I’m for real.”

“But I fear that you’re only telling me what I wanna hear.”

“Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated?“

“C'mon now, give it to me. Anything to make me feel alive.”

“Won’t you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?“

“Cause I’ve never felt like this before, I’m naked around you.”

“There is more than meets the eye. I see the soul that is inside.”

“He was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?”

“You fall, and you crawl, and you break, and you take what you get.”

“We are in love, haven’t you heard how we rock each other’s world?”

“The way you’re acting like you’re somebody else, gets me frustrated.”

“Am I just some chick you placed beside you to take somebody’s place?”

“Go ahead and try… try to look me in the eye, but you’ll never see inside.”

“I’ll be at our studio, singing the song we wrote about a girl you used to know.”

“'Cause nothing’s going right, and everything’s a mess, and no one likes to be alone.”

“I want to believe you when you tell me that it’ll be okay. Yeah, I try to believe you, but I don’t.”

“She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space. She needed to come back down to earth.”

“I might’ve fallen for that when I was fourteen and a little more green, but it’s amazing what a couple of years can mean.”

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MAD FATHER Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary. Implied violence/murder.

“How many times have I told you not to come down here?” “I’m too scared to sleep on my own.” “Don’t worry, you’re never alone.” “We’ll visit her grave together.” “STOP! NOOOO! HELP ME! HELP!” “I know father’s secret…” “I’ve always heard things from that lab… animal and human screams.” “Even at a young age, I knew what my father did.” “I played ignorance the whole time.” “That’s not the only secret I know.” “They’re aware of our…relationship.” “I don’t believe she’s fond of me. That is the problem.” “Be kind to her, please. Make sure she is never harmed.” “She is my most precious.” “She’s always looking at me with those eyes.” “I hate her, but I know you like her.” “I don’t want her to be my new mother. I don’t need a new mother.” “Why did you have to go?” “Something must have happened. I’ll go and check on them.” “I have a bad feeling…” “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe.” “I don’t know. Can I trust you?” “Now, don’t be so aggressive. I’m merely a salesman.” “It’s quite troublesome to think that corpses loiter around the house…” “Well, it’s a curse.” “To take revenge on him, of course.” “This is his retribution.” “You know his true nature, and yet you wish to save him?” “Perhaps she cannot yet understand our sorrow.” “Wow, look at all these gorgeous dolls. They look so real!” “They are so pretty! I would love some dresses like theirs.” “The dolls have such a creepy smile…” “Why was that doll moving?!” “It hurts… help me…” “I wanna go home! I wanna see mama!” “Don’t worry. I shall take you to her, once this is all over.” “Don’t fret. Everything will be fine.” “We wish to test this medicine. It may hurt a bit, but not much.” “I knew it! He’s cheating on me with her!” “I can’t believe this. Some girl he picked up on the street!?” “I might just keep you, even if you look creepy.”