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“No? You’re telling me the thousands of minds I’ve touched, the beautiful, the ugly, and the in-between, were all delusions of my own mind.” Kwannon would take no offence to the other’s assertions of her opinions for humankind as a whole, as well as the mutantkind who also opposed what she stood for. People would always hate each other for whatever reasons they could dream up. “I’m aware of that too. I was born and molded to be nothing more than a killing machine, incapable of anything else but bloodshed. A living weapon. And slowly, I’ve become less of that. Giving myself new purpose. I have been the beautiful, the ugly, and the in-between. So yes. I know exactly what they’re capable of and more. Because I am one of them.”

@psyknife whispered : “ believe me, I know what humans are capable of. ”

dagger remembers ; she remembers the bruising hand around her arms, the cold damp of a basement floor, the searing stab of needle through skin. she remembers the way people looked at her before : hungry, wanting. she has seen into the stained souls of men, felt their deepest desires, known their most coveted secrets   &   she has known their gentleness as well  –  every luminous essence she caresses, full of emotions that ebb and flow like shallow waves upon the heart of man  [ . . . ]  of course, the puerile girl still knows what humans are capable of  ( solicitousness,  violence,  lust,  fear )  and yet, she  slays / saves  them anyway. like an astral angel, stardust-skin outlines languid movements as she crosses arms over a dancer - esq form. she ponders the thought for a passing moment, then two. she tries to be gentle  ( oh,  god  how she tries ).

“ you don't know, ” she says finally, her melodious voice soft like the twinkle of starlight. her words linger in the air, sharp, delicate. “ not really. ” she pauses, as though considering whether to let the euphonious hymn of her truth meet the other, “ i know exactly what they’re capable of  . . .  but that’s not all they are. ”

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Kwannon stood back and watched the exchange with quiet interest, staring down at Bobby’s decapitated head. Seeing how much the two bickered, wondering exactly what the dynamics were between the two, all of it being catalogued at the back of her brain to use for later if she needed to. Not against the red-haired guy, of course; he was going to be dead sooner than he realized. At the man’s outburst, Kwannon sneered and sent a splintering psychic black through his mind to shut him up. If there was one thing she hated more than American-butchered Japanese food, it was a loud mouth blowing more hot air than he was worth. “Can we be done with this already? I’d prefer not to be around him more than I need to be.” She gestured to the other lackeys to bring the two men closer together to make the transfer a lot easier. “It’s going to take a lot of effort and concentration...” She sat in Lotus position near their heads, her hands pressed to their foreheads. “... so it would be best if you all shut the fuck up until I’m done. Capiche?” She looked directly at Desmond with a smirk before closing her eyes, expecting that he would do what was needed to keep his men quiet.

"That was fast- Shadow. Give her the bag, see if this guy looks familiar." Des stated as Shadow would hand her a bloody bag with the aforementioned on the deal Ice man face staring back up at her.

And she grabbed Bronze-age's son! Surprising really, the dude could level buildings with a punch, maybe she was stronger than she let on; probably could of taken out this iceman with ease.

His son was a redheaded version of his father, but with as Kwannon mentioned, alot more undeserved ego, the whole hero family was.

"WHAT THE GODDAMN...WAIT YOU!? You little rat tailed monster- I said if I see you again you'd meet Eliza in the afterlife!" He'd jut his head towards Kwannon. "You got more thugs!? She blindsided me, but if I get out I'll make sure to flatten you both so you don't feel a thing!"

"Oh don't worry about my friend, if she got you, that's because she's still and way more worth her flesh than a self righteous- lizard." Des would give a half smile, leading into a bigger smile.

"Eliza...? Oh you mean Lava kaiser, ain't my fault ya'll turned that girl into a weapon...and to make things even, she killed alot of my friends and crew...valuable members. But you can make up for it, see your old mam back there?" Des would point out the REAL Bronze-age laying behind him, His smile stretching into a wicked smile.

"He ain't got too long for this world, or actually, you don't. What do I mean? Why not find out!" His tail snapped on the ground as he readied himself. "Tell Eliza I said, she'd make a smoking hot villain."

"I'll snap yer neck Snap-BAAAAAAAND!"

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@itsbeentwelveyears: "Don't you think that was a little too easy?"

“I wasn’t going to say it, but now that you have, you’ve pretty much jinxed everything.”

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Karen Fukuhara

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Karen Fukuhara

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Karen Fukuhara

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ㅤ📖ㅤMOCKINGJAY (NOVEL) – a collection of prompts ㅤㅤㅤㅤ from the novel. please change pronouns and verbiage as needed.

have to be dead to forget. maybe even not then.

if we burn, you burn with us!

it's the things we love most that destroy us.

one word. that’s all you really need to know. poison.

what i need is the dandelion in the spring, the bright yellow that means rebirth and not destruction.

you love me. real or not real?

no, i want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion.

don't trust them. don't go back.

while i was waiting ... i ate your lunch.

whatever it takes to break you.

she crept up on me.

stay with me.

always.

so, the question is, what do all of these have in common?

it takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

they'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

you're still trying to protect me.

real or not real?

fire is catching!

i must have loved you a lot.

some walks you have to take alone.

i think ... you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

closing my eyes doesn't help. fire burns brighter in the darkness.

let me go!

we're very familiar with each other's screams.

go away! there's nothing left for you here!

i remember about the bread.

i knew you'd kiss me.

don't make me sorry i restarted your heart.

well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

but people don't need wings to survive.

you'll always feel wrong about being with me.

but there are much worse games to play.

so when did i become so special?

i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

i know what blood poisoning is.

you were the reason i was alive to do it.

is that why you hate me?

please feel free to take this personally.

i want to tell the rebels that i am alive.

this is what they do! and we must fight back!

i can't do this anymore.

i should have volunteered to take your place in the first games.

i no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

i think it's time you flipped this little scenario in your head.

i'm tired of being a piece in their games.

you're not afraid i'll kill you tonight?

i will stand by what i said. do you want me to lie about it?

don't let him take you from me.

the truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.

probably best not to bring that up in training.

we're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.

i can't believe you didn't rescue ___.

fire beats roses again.

and in my heart of hearts, i know we both failed.

i can't believe you let him out of your sight that night.

i think you'd be pretty in any color.

the problem is, i can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

it costs a lot more than your life. to murder innocent people? it costs everything you are.

no one knows what to do with you, girlie.

if he wants me broken, then i will have to be whole.

poison. the perfect weapon for a snake.

i don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. about how they never leave you.

the question is, what are you going to do?

one is always much braver with an audience.

i drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.

the more you can distract yourself the better.

do you find this ... distracting?

slowly, with many lost days, i come back to life.

i didn't think you'd remember that.

are you preparing for another war?

we taste of heat, ashes and misery.

i’m only human.

knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

why am i not dead? i should be dead.

whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what i am.

clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.

sorry excuses for hunters and friends. both of us.

who knows? i'm mentally disoriented.

still waiting for an answer.

i should have drowned you when i had the chance.

it's your own fault for being so camera-ready.

they didn't want information, you know? they wanted me to see it.

i guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

i'm running on hate.

never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.

so well intended, and yet so insulting.

we're victors, remember?

we're the ones who can survive anything they throw at us.

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Kwannon wasn’t going to lie and said she hadn’t heard him but she wasn’t going to embarrass him either. “Lucky for you that I’m around, then. I’m pretty good at getting rid of ear worms. You could’ve come to me after day two.” She tapped on her temple with a grin. Never mind it was for something insignificant as a song being stuck in someone’s head, she was always interested in helping in any way she could. “Or I could’ve at least help that pigeon out.” Sure, let’s go with that story.

He found it a little unnerving: not many could sneak up on him, not with Spider-Sense backing him up, but Kwannon's exceptional skill and lack of hostile intent meant she'd startled him when he turned around to see her standing just a short distance down the alleyway from him.

"Well, good, and if you happened to hear anything that sounded like me singing a pop song that's been stuck in my head for 4-and-a-half days... That must have been a pigeon or something."

He shrugged, knowing that it was a utterly unconvincing cover story but too embarrassed to think of a better one.

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Worried & Scared Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for muses who are in trouble and are worried or scared because of it. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I am only going to say this one time, okay? Whatever stupid ideas you've got locked in that rock hard head of yours, they're going to get you killed!"

"I support and love you and usually would absolutely be here for you wreaking bloody vengeance, but this does feel like something we should walk away from!"

"Don't risk it. It doesn't look safe."

"Without fear, we wouldn't know how to be brave. Fear is what makes us heroes."

"You know, I thought I'd gotten so used to being scared that it just felt normal - but this feels different."

"Things here feel different now. They feel wrong."

"I can't lose you. Not again."

"Are you here to attack me again? Do I need to arm myself?"

"I don't trust these people. There's something really weird here."

"Something terrible is happening here, and we're not sticking around to find out what!"

"I don't want to be scared anymore."

"I need to get out of here. I can't stomach this."

"Do you promise that I'm going to be okay?"

"Are we safe here?"

"I know you believe in what you're doing, but you've got to try to stop making it worse!"

"No! That's literally the start of a hundred horror movies!"

"I would like to remain not dead for the foreseeable future!"

"This whole thing is a trap!"

"Here's the thing: any time you say that we're fine, it means that we're not fine."

"If you go there, you'll be killed!"

"Usually, when we're in dangerous situations, you hide your nerves by asking weird, inappropriate questions."

"Do you think we made it angry?"

"What I've got to do is going to tear me apart."

"I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea!"

"I know you're scared - I'm scared too - but we have to move, okay?"

"No running away, okay?"

"I don't like the sound in your voice when you say that."

"I'm trying to be understated when I say that this is a bad idea."

"I wish I could go through life without feeling fear."

"Don't you think that was a little too easy?"

"I need to talk about some scary things, but you're the scariest person here so it won't scare you."

"Nothing good will come from staying here!"

"I promise you we'll be less afraid tomorrow."

"I've seen you confused and I've seen you upset, but I've never seen you afraid like this."

"What's wrong? Why are you frightened of me?"

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( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You know, I always look for you in every crowd. Even when I pretend I don’t care, I do. So much."

"If I fall off this roof, it'll be your fault. Because you keep making my heart do stupid things."

"You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?"

"No, no, you don’t understand. I would actually choose you over fries. And I really love fries."

"I might regret this after the hangover, but right now, I need you to know that… being with you feels like home."

"This is probably just the drinks, but if I don’t say it now, I might never. You mean everything to me."

"You’re like… my favorite person to get in trouble with. I don’t want to do it with anyone else."

"I only come to these late-night study sessions because I know you’ll be here. Pathetic, right?"

"I know this isn’t the place, and I might not even remember this tomorrow, but… I like you. Like, a lot."

"The real reason I never bring anyone else to these things? Because they’re not you."

"I’ve had enough of watching you talk to everyone else. Maybe I want all your attention tonight."

"I might be a little tipsy, but I’m not too drunk to know that I want you… in a way I probably shouldn’t."

"I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want this moment to end, because I’m not ready to leave you yet."

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Kwannon pulled her sword out of its sheath to look it over. She’d had this blade for years, taken care of it, sharpened it when it was dull. With the king’s offer, she would never need to do that again. “I will accept your generous offer, if it is not too much trouble.” She presented the blade in open palms, her head slightly lowered in respect.

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    ❝ the offer that i made before still stands. wakanda can help refine your weapons with vibranium. have you changed your mind, or do you still prefer them how they are now? ❞

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Kwannon rolled her eyes as they continued on their way. What did any of this have to do with fair? She was sure they weren’t being followed, given she didn’t sense any other minds nearby. But that would change if he kept yammering like this. ≪Quill. Peter. If we are meant to make an escape, we can’t do so if you’re this loud. Please. I will pay for whatever bill it takes for you to be quiet.≫ Kwannon vaulted overhead to maintain their momentum, keeping an eye out for the next available exit to lose their pursuers. ≪Apologies for the intrusion. But we need to be stealthy. And he is getting away.≫

“  — wh…  wait!  how  come  you  get  the  high  road?!  you  didn't  give  me  proper  time  to  pick!  that's  not  fair!  ”   he's  hissing,  though  glancing  behind  his  back  to  make  sure  they  weren't  being  followed,  or  listened  in  on.  the  last  thing  they  needed  was  for  star-lord  to  give  up  their  position…  but  once  he's  certain  her  decision  hasn't  budged,  he's  taking  a  breath  through  his  nostrils  and  allowing  himself  to  drop  to  the  floor  -  decidedly  taking  the  ‘you  go  low’  to  heart.  “  if  this  messes  up  my  jacket,  man!  you  owe  me  for  a  dry  cleaner  bill!  ”

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Kwannon braced herself for something that didn’t come. A flash of energy maybe, a force that threatened to knock her to her feet. Nothing. Just a warm tingling sensation that washed over her arms, the intricate lines glowing a deep purple before they faded entirely. “I feel no different,” she replied, looking herself over to make sure the rest of it was in place. “Question: would someone be able to enter this place if they were to remove one of my arms? Or make some kind of vest out of my skin?” A morbid question, but the realms of magic were always a curious subject, now knowing what their limitations were. There were loopholes for everything. “Because I would like to keep my arms and skin where they are, thank you.” She pondered how long the whole thing would take.

"Just a spell and nothing more," Blade assured, wanting to ease her tensions and any reservations that she may have had for herself. "You won't have to worry about having any kind of physical markings or psychological trauma on your conscience or anything like that." The Daywalker had administered this sort of thing before, but only on willing participants but even he could feel a slight internal feeling of relief that the telepathic ninja trusted him to even do this to her, while others may have had their brains psychically shut down at will just because she could.

"I appreciate your faith in me. It won't take long I promise," he assured. Throwing off his own trench coat to reveal a light armor vest with red sleeves underneath, Blade closed his eyes and quietly recited a few Latin words under his breath. It was exactly as Strange had taught him back when they first practiced doing this spell, and now it felt completely like clockwork. As his own arms lit up with a golden flash, several markings appeared on Kwannon's own arms to match, and as his own markings turned a red color, her own turned purple, matching the natural color of her own aura that her body exuded. "You alright so far?"

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“Ah. Just as prideful as your father.” Kwannon didn’t mean that as an insult, merely an observation. “He was never good at asking for help either. But by all rights, he rarely ever needed it.” She’d never had many personal interactions with Namor, mostly because she appreciated his candor from a distance. Why give him a reason to criticize when you could keep your mouth shut and do what he wants? It was a quiet respect she paid that he’d probably never been aware of. “I could give you something to do while you’re waiting for that moment. But I’ll understand if your schedule is busy, putting the ‘normal’ pieces of your life back together.”

"...No. No. I have manage to make myself ...decently comfortable. it certainly is no home , no palace to speak of. But the powers of magic are vast, and I am powerful by right of my parents."

"I will be fine. until ..."

Until what? he wanted to conquer the world initially, but it gotten lost among the splendor of living people who did not worry about a nuclear fallout.

"Until I find something to do."

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As soon as he turned to walk away and talk to his “coworkers,” Kwannon left. All she needed was a name to go off of; the rest would be easy. With a name like Bronze-age, she was pretty sure this wouldn’t be a problem. It would be a little over an hour by the time she returned, this supposed Bronze-age bound and unconscious. Tying him up was one thing; getting him to shut up was another. “Please tell me this is the right guy. I don’t want to have to deal with another yammering buffoon thinking they’re the hero of everyone’s story.” She dropped the man hard onto the ground and rolled her shoulder to ease the ache out of it. “Let’s see how much he gabs once he ends up in a dying body...”

"Oh we got a guy, he has a son, almost the spitting image of his dad, he's a hero and big guy here disowned him when he cared for me- and they have similar quirks too- I've been looking for an excuse to get that guy." He'd chuckle with a sinister smile to the side as he thought it over.

"We said we'd take care of your ice man, if you could grab Bronze-age the hero while we're doing that that be peachy- the luckiest stone ever, taking out two birds and killing another one just for good measure." He'd turn his back and walk off a bit.

"Shadow, you been listening yeah? Grab our exploding friend and ibuki and her mech suit, we got an ice man to kill...we'll take care of it, now; North and Cammy can point you in bronze-age's direction if you're game." He'd wait for any last statements before they'd go off.

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