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[monsterxmade]

sleeping at last : atlas albums … sentence starters

“I promise I’ll do better.”

“Don’t be… don’t be afraid.”

“Our questions are all the same.“

“May we live and die a valorous life.”

“But, I promise you, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I want to tell you, but I don’t know how.“

“All our love came out of the woodwork.”

“I want to love you, but I don’t know how.“

“How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.”

“Darkness exists to make light truly count.“

“All our strength came out of the woodwork.”

“The mind was made to illuminate the heart.”

“Our mistakes, they were bound to be made.”

“You are so much more than what I’ve become.“

“Forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.”

“You inherited a fight that you were born to lose.”

“Make my messes matter. Make this chaos count.”

“We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind, for now.”

“Hold out your hand. Can you feel the weight of it?”

“No, it’s not your fault, I put this heavy heart in you.”

“Are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight?“

“I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want me.”

“I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.“

“You are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece.”

“I was a billion little pieces ‘til you pulled me into focus.”

“I leaned in and let it hurt, and let my body feel the dirt.”

“The world is brighter than the sun now that you’re here.”

“Inherently good, or were we broken right from the start?”

“We’ll be just fine, I know that we will. I just know we will.”

“We promised we’d be safe… another lie from the front lines.”

“I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“You’re enough, you’re enough, you’re enough, you are enough.”

“The weight of the world was placed on your shoulders that day.”

“Can you feel the weight of it? The whole world at your fingertips?”

“God knows, I am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.”

“You’re as beautiful as endless, You’re the universe I’m helpless in.”

“If brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece.”

“I set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.”

“In the name of being brave, though it’s just another word for being afraid.”

“No mountain dare stand in my way, even the oceans tremble in my wake.”

“It’s a cruel cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.”

“Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house., but I put it out of my mind.”

“Your heart is far too young to realize the unimaginable light you hold inside.”

“And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.”

“I guess space and time takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.”

“A strong wind at my back, so I lift up the only sail that I have: this tired white flag.”

“With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your every breath… and I’ll do better.”

“Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means.”

“No, I don’t expect you to understand, just to live what little life your broken heart can.”

“Like firewood burning bright in the dead of winter, by only a flicker we cling to this life.”

“After a while, I thought I’d never find you. I convinced myself that I would never find you.”

“You remind me of who I could have been,, had I been stronger and braver way back then.”

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death.”

“'Сause you are loved. You are loved more than you know. I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so.”

“I was a billion little pieces ‘til you pulled me into focus. Astronomy in reverse, it was me who was discovered.”

“Some truths, over time, can learn to play nice. Some truths are sharper than knives. Some truths we only see in the corners of our eyes. Some truths we wish we could hide.”

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𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

so i’m rewatching a number of shows based in the zombie apocalypse genre atm, but let’s be totally brutally honest, all of us are dead are absolutely responsible for this! anyway, these are all dialogue prompts, i’m only on episode 1 of twd so be ready for like, a LOT of parts of this!! basically, don’t add to this list, okay? okay. i hope ye enjoy them!

“ how have you survived all this time on your own? “

“ there’s strength in numbers, you know. you should come with me. “

“ i know a place. it’s secure, isolated… it’s safe. if we get there, we stand a good chance. that is… assuming you wanna team up with me? “

“ i’ll keep watch tonight. you try and get some sleep, okay? “

“ what do you miss most? about before? “

“ you won’t get far if you don’t know how to use a weapon. i can teach you, if you like? “

“ if we could get to the airport, or the coast… they’ve got to be evacuating people, right? “

“ let’s set up camp here for tonight. we’re no good if we can’t keep our eyes open to see what’s coming for us. “

“ the radio works. we can’t call for help, but… i found a station that’s still playing music. “

“ is… is that a bite? “

“ no! no, don’t come any closer… i got bit. “

“ no… no, no, please… tell me you didn’t get bit trying to save me. “

“ it’s my fault you got bit! “

“ hey, hey… we don’t have time to argue, love. okay? i got enough time to get you somewhere safe before i turn, but… only if we go right now. okay? “

“ what should we call them? zombies feels kinda silly, doesn’t it? “

“ they’re faster than i thought they’d be. usually… i mean, in the movies… they’re usually so slow. “

“ aim for the head! haven’t you ever seen a zombie movie before?! “

“ listen… we have a camp set up nearby. there’s a group of us; strength in numbers, you know? why don’t you join us? “

“ you’re really naive if you think for one second that the government’s gonna fix all this. we’re on our own. us and the infected. “

“ let’s stop for a second, okay? if that wound of yours gets much worse, the zombies might not have to kill you. “

“ jesus… i’ve never seen a horse that big before… “

“ it’s… it’s crazy, i-i’ve never seen one… never seen one up close like that before. “

“ did you get bitten? scratched? anything? “

“ give me a hand boarding up the windows, will you? “

“ we need water, medicine, ammo and food. in that order. okay? “

“ it’s okay… it’s okay, they won’t be able to get through that barricade, i promise. we’re safe. we’re safe. “

“ your wallet’s useless now; it’s just bits of paper. the world we knew is gone. we’ll be paying with bullets and antibiotics from now on. “

“ you think they can smell us or hear us? you know, which of their senses is stronger since they turned? “

“ i don’t know who the bigger threat is; the dead, or the living. “

“ hurry! that barricade won’t hold them off for long! “

“ damn it! we’re out of gas… looks like we’re gonna have to walk the rest of the way. get your weapons out and ready, and keep quiet, okay? “

“ i heard it on the radio a couple of days ago. it sounded too good to be true, at first. a camp of survivors, food, shelter, protection… but maybe we should try and find it? “

“ what did you do? you know, before? “

“ you’re bleeding… from a bite? scratch? anything from one of those dead monsters?! “

“ i used to be with another group. it didn’t last long. “

“ hey, hey, don’t add so many logs to the fire. the dead might see it. “

“ you know what i don’t miss about before? traffic jams. “

“ do you think we turn regardless? or do we have to be bitten first? “

“ hey, i’m thinking of heading out later for a supply run. wanna join me? “

“ maybe it’s just us. maybe the rest of the world is okay, zombie-free. “

“ do you think we might be the only people left alive? you know, other than the infected? “

“ we need to find somewhere more long-term. with land to farm and fresh water, somewhere high up and isolated. somewhere we can survive and live until this mess is over. “

“ hurry! come with me, they’ll have heard the gunshot! “

“ hey… listen, we… we gotta go now. you can’t stay with them. they’re gone, you know it, they know it… it’s too late for them now. we need to move away before they turn… “

“ no sense in leaving now, they have us surrounded. we’ll camp here for the night; they’ll be gone by morning. “

“ did you know anyone who got bit? who turned? “

“ you think they remember anything from their past, after they turn? “

“ we just need to wait until the scientists come up with a cure, that’s all. “

“ promise you won’t let me become one of those. promise… promise you’ll stop me before i turn. “

“ they’re not alive. okay? it’s not like killing an actual living human being. they’re dead, and they’re starving, and they’re dangerous, and you have to be ready to kill them in a heartbeat. “

“ there’s an evacuation centre up north. if we get there… even if we don’t get on a plane, we could stay there. they say the cold affects the dead. “

“ i’m gonna teach you how to shoot, because the way things are looking now, you’re a bigger danger to yourself than the dead. “

“ use your knife, the gunshot’ll draw more! “

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"Will you hate me?"

“No.”

Anya says the single word too quickly, as quickly as one syllable can physically sound, like the very thought of such a thing is a poison she spits from her mouth before it can find the blood running beneath the surface of her tongue. And in a way it is, because hate grows where love is lost and she cannot lose this. She doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to acknowledge any possibility of it. At this point, she would sooner let him tear her apart if he had a good reason, or made her think she did, and she still wouldn’t acknowledge the first shift between the two.

After all, she had denied hate for fourteen years to claw at whatever love she could manage to salvage before she was left with nothing and the man who had “raised” her then had done far more to her than Maurice would ever dream of. That, she believed, because she could feel it. Even now, he asked out of apprehension or guilt or something Anya doesn’t have a name for. But he doesn’t want to hurt her, he has never wanted to hurt her, and as long as his intentions are good, she won’t let herself hate him no matter what he does or doesn’t do. She might not be fully conscious of that decision but it is there nonetheless.

Anya curls in closer to herself, self-soothing and guarding all in one move, but she doesn’t hide. Her eyes fix on his face, watching, studying.

“Never. But…”

You’ll hate me, a part of her finishes in the back of her mind. You won’t love me anymore. You won’t want me anymore.

It’s only that thought that has her head dipping, face hiding in the incomplete darkness that waits for her behind her knees.

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Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts

tws apply: grief/fear for someone’s life, mention of injuries, unconsciousness, hospitals, comas, mention of involuntary drugging. that’s the general vibe.

WORDS

“Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.”

“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”

“This is going to hurt, but it will help you.”

“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”

“I found them, they’re over here!”

“Does anyone have medical training?”

“N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.”

“You can sleep, [name]. It’s over.”

“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“You were in an induced coma. Your body went through a lot.”

“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”

“[Name]? Was that - did you squeeze my hand?”

“It’s okay. It’s meant to be there, it’s helping you breathe.”

“Can you hear me?”

“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”

ACTIONS

[ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) body into their arms, in the style of no no no not them.

[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm.

[ WAITING ] for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospital bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery.

[ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for

[ TEARS ]  for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospital), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying

[ GRIEF ]  for receiver to wake up just as sender is saying goodbye, because the doctors told them to. feel free to specify what they might be saying. do not judge me, this is going in the meme

[ LETTER ] for sender to find a last letter, video, text, etc that receiver made for them, thinking they wouldn’t make it out of the situation alive. Obviously receiver does make it out alive, but the letter/video still exists (and receiver will detail what’s in it).

[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

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talk about curume :3c

“Do I have to?” Anya rolls her eyes, crosses her arms. “Fine. He’s a total dick whose only redeeming quality is that he changed his mind about slaughtering a kid. I honestly don’t even know why I’m still traveling with him.”

Because in a way, she’s gotten attached enough to stay even if he tried to kill her. So did her father. She’s used to it.

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Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

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STARTER   PROMPTS:   The  Boy  and  the  Heron  (2023).   A   collection   of   dialogue   prompts   from   the   movie.   Adjust   if   necessary.

“Wait for me!”

“Oh dear, no one’s in.”

“I just hope he stays safe.”

“Thank goodness you’re safe.”

“Who did this to my boy?”

“It seems the long-awaited one has appeared at last.”

“Your presence is requested.”

“You’re finally awake. Thank goodness.”

“Perhaps you dreamt a…”

“My, a lot of strange things happen in this place.”

“Oh, it looks like we have a straight talker here.”

“I should’ve taken better care of you.”

“I have something that might help you.”

“You could borrow them. No one would miss them.”

“Mother must have left this for me.”

“It was a while go, when it was still bright out.”

“What’s the real reason you want to go into that strange place?”

“It’s a trap.”

“How can you do this?!”

“Behold my fearsomeness.”

“My big mouth getting me in trouble again.”

“No turning back now.”

“Where’d you come from, anyway?”

“You’re still carrying that old thing around?”

“So, is that the truth or a lie?”

“I was definitely not built for walking, that’s for sure.”

“You and I aren’t friends or allies, kid.”en

“You. What are you doing?” 

“I seek someone to be my successor.”

“So, you made it.” 

“I just thought I’d never see you again.”

“I had to travel the far reaches of time and space in order to find them.”

“Create a world of bounty, peace and beauty.”

“It’s a sign of my malice.”

“Hey, over here!”

“So long, my friend.”

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//Finished about half the drafts here and one on the multi but now it’s late and I really wanna read before bed so I’ll finish the rest in the morning!

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Anya doesn’t answer, pretending she was already asleep though it would likely take her hours with her mind whirling as it was, on high alert with another life in her care. She doesn’t deserve thanks. She hasn’t really done anything. Just convinced Luna not to run, to stay with her, to be the thing that makes Anya feel less lonely. It wasn’t selfless. Not entirely, and therefore, it wasn’t worth thanks.

She isn’t sure how long she sits there pretending to sleep before she actually does. All she knows is one minute, she’s lying there and one minute, her eyes open to a bright pink sunrise and the chiming voices of children. Strange that she had not dreamed. She must have been more tired than she thought.

Anya sits up fast, reaching over to shake Luna awake.

“Morning. Come on. Quick.”

Anya’s eyes close as Luna begins to speak, lips pressing tight and an exhale passing slow through her nose. She didn’t want to upset Luna. But she also didn’t want to acknowledge her past anymore than she already had. With everyday she spent free, she was trying to forget two which she spent in that goddamn facility, and the effort to pretend she was a different person than she was - a better person than she was - was easier when she wasn’t thinking about the innate parts of her that made her the monster and killer she was. It wasn’t a conversation she was willing to have, no matter Luna’s feelings about it.

“You’re fine,” she says. “It’s just late and we’ll have to clear out early. We need rest.”

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❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ (dad maurice)

Anya had several very specific skills but holding still was never one of them. As Maurice attempted to work tangled curls into something decent, she had taken up bouncing her leg, head turning as her eyes mindlessly wandered the room. An irritated huff escapes her lips as she stills, locking restless muscles into place.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

It’s taking much longer than it takes Anya to do her own hair but to be fair, Anya doesn’t know what she’s doing. Her technique is simply to drag a brush through her hair until the tangles break apart and then pull it up into a messy ponytail to keep the frizzy result out of her face until try their best to clump back together. It doesn’t work. She can’t keep the shorter locks around her hairline and ears in the rubber band, giving it an all together wild appearance.

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Anya flips to walk backwards with a little more ease than most, arms crossed over her chest and a slight pout to her lower lip.

“Your video games are more important than me?” she says. “At the very least, you could invite me, you know. I play a mean Mario Kart.”

In all reality, she started playing Mario Kart last week, following a conversation with Isaiah about those video games and a quick internet search that claimed Mario Kart was one of the most popular. After that, the challenge was getting ahold of the console and game but she’d made it happen, even if Isaiah probably wouldn’t like the way she’d done it. Anything, though, to keep up this guise of normalcy, to keep him from realizing she was the exact opposite of the people he likely wanted to associate with.

“I have like…no social life too so I’m almost always free.”

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"don't get used to seeing me out like this all the time. you can't always peel me away from my video games on my evenings off, you know."

[monsterxmade]

Send "Cozy Cuddling" for our muses to cuddle underneath a warm blanket on a cold day.

Send "Naughty Cuddling" for them to be naked and fool around.

[monsterxmade]

Hannibal had been meticulously fostering Anya's growth, carefully solidifying the bond that existed between them. This relationship was characterized by a profound trust; Anya entrusted him with her confidence, allowing him to guide her without reservation. As their connection deepened, Hannibal's influence over her actions became more pronounced, establishing a dynamic in which she felt compelled to follow his lead with unwavering conviction.

In this situation, where the rain poured down and a man with a knife poised at the Good Doctor, did he flick his eyes to his adopted child for her to take action. He didn't want her to run. Instead, his eyes expressed the unspoken command for her to strike this mongrel. She had the element of surprise; the man was facing Hannibal with the flashing weapon.

The resounding crack of thunder overhead would effectively mask any cacophonous noises that might arise; however, in contemporary society, the majority of individuals seemed indifferent to the echoes of distress that accompanied such events. It was Hannibal who felt irresistibly drawn to the source of disorder and the people who compose it.

The cogs in Anya’s head begin to turn the moment she sees the glint of the knife, a matter of seconds before she meets the meaningful gaze of her surrogate father. She does have the element of surprise. The man never noticed her standing just beyond in the shadows, but why would he? Who would expect her - a child, highly-trained and capable of creeping unseen amongst those shadows, especially with the rain darkening the normally vibrant hue of her hair? No one.

It was clear Hannibal’s assailant wasn’t practiced. She could see it in his unbalanced stance and the way his knuckles whitened as he clutched the weapon in his hand. He was frightened even if he didn’t want to show it. No doubt he would panic when Anya made her move, assuming he didn’t die before he could. It would be dangerous if fear made him fight harder, if adrenaline strengthened him, but it was more likely that he’d lose his wits and that gave Anya another advantage.

In this position, she could easily go for the neck before he understood what was happening. If she cut deep into the artery, he’d bleed out in seconds. There would be no fight. He might be too tall for perfect leverage but not too tall to reach. She had made due with worse, though that also left the knife in his hand and if she failed, if he thought fast enough, he could use it before he bled out. No, it was best to disarm him, get him on the ground, claim the leverage she needed. Then he would be nothing. Just easy prey.

Anya meets Hannibal’s gaze, the corner of her lips twitching into something like a smile. Once, she had been afraid. Once, she had been a little girl with her mother’s soft heart and a thousand gentle words caressing her developing mind. But that part of her had been stripped away by a man who wanted more, a father with a weapon instead of a daughter. A weapon that had since been honed to near perfection by the machinations of Hannibal Lecter. There was no more fear, no more guilt. Only the deep desire to please. And the spill of blood would surely please her new father just as it had the last.

She walks slowly, silently, carrying no weapon of her own. Anya doesn’t need one. In a few moments, she will claim the one this man will inadvertently leave her. He still doesn’t notice; the sound of the rain muffling the sound of her approach. Water runs into her eyes, her wet curls tangling around her shoulders. It only takes one strong kick to the back of the knee to bring the man down instantly. He stumbles, dropping the knife in an attempt to catch himself. A cry of pain and surprise leaves his lips as his head twists to peer up at her, the knife sliding across the ground nearly forgotten. Instinct over intention. It could almost be counted on. Almost. Because Anya’s instinct had lost since been warped by a father’s cruel intentions. She would never have dropped the knife.

She wastes no time, stepping up over the sprawled, prone form of Hannibal’s attacker, dropping her whole weight across his shoulders. Rain water rushes up through the fabric of her pants as her knees settle on either side of him but she doesn’t notice. She’s already soaked. A hand curls into the man’s hair, yanks his neck back at a painful angle. The other claims the knife, and before the man can think to simply push her small form off of himself, she drags the blade across his neck. Red spills from the wound, diluting in the water below, but her eyes shift up, meeting Hannibal’s again.

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i deserve to be more than what you've turned me into

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// Like for a starter in which Anya experiences snow for the first time!

[monsterxmade]

"Listening is an art that requires attention over talent, spirit over ego, others over self." – Dean Jackson.

A fandomless OC roleplay blog for 'Sophia Sparrow' FBI crisis negotiator by Rain

  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐁𝐈𝐎

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds