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PROMPTS FOR THE LONER * assorted dialogue for the one who walks alone, adjust as necessary
i don't need your help.
you won't have to deal with me much longer.
that's the only thing i need from you.
it's safer to just push everyone away.
you can do this by yourself.
who said i was helping?
that's not what we agreed to.
i work better alone.
you're not coming.
stay here.
this is my duty.
i have a job to do.
i don't work well with others.
i never agreed to take you with me.
things are better when i'm alone.
i don't need anyone.
don't you have someone else to talk to?
i won't be of any help.
i'm sorry. you're not coming with me.
you stay put.
i'll help just this once.
don't follow me.
this is where we part ways.
there is no "we."
i never needed your help anyway.
you've been a thorn in my side since we met.
i said that i would take you there. that's it.
there was no agreement.
i never said we would stick together.
you need someone else.
i'm not the one you're looking for.
i've been alone my whole life.
i like my solitude.
i've never needed anyone else.
ever since that day, i've been alone.
don't lean on me.
don't rely on me for anything.
i'll only let you down.
i'd be happier if i was alone.
you sleep. i'll keep watch.
that's not what i said.
you're putting words in my mouth.
it's easier for me to go solo.
everyone i've ever loved has left me.
people die every day.
i can do more damage on my own.
did i ask for your help?
when i tell you to run, you run.
get out of here.
don't look back.
i'm not the one for you.
if i start caring about you, you'll end up dead.
everyone i've ever loved has died.
this is over between us.
go away.
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Send 🍁 + Any question you’ve been curious to know about my muse!
Could be absolutely anything. Don’t be shy!
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Hey Mariko. If you had to wear a cool villain outfit, would you also make it kinky?
"Kinky?"
"Why would it have to be kinky? Just because a villain is dark and edgy, it doesn't mean their costume has to look kinky. Hero costumes don't look kinky, so why would villain ones have to?"
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"If I were to go evil, I'd get myself a badass cape."
#dash commentary#(she'd look edgy)#(maybe show off more skin who knows)#(maybe get a dark makeup like 90s villains)
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Anon Day - New Year's Edition
It's the new year, now is a GREAT time to get any lingering thoughts out of the way!
Confess something your muse would never openly say to mine!
Tell my muse what yours thinks they did good and/or bad with this past year!
Give my muse advice they need to hear going into the new year!
Tell me about favorite moment our muses shared from this past year!
Ask/Tell my muse anything regarding this past year or New Year's!
Practice good reblog karma!
(Taken from @twosidedsana's original New Year's post, but switched it up a bit and removed the year)
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"New Year's Eve is a pretty arbitrary concept. People and cultures have different preferences about it, and the Time Patrol has to keep track of them when categorising missions."
"Anywho, happy new year to those who celebrate it today!"
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🎁 & Atlas :3
Mariko Secret Santa
It was more than a gift - it was a peace device. Peace of mind, to be exact.
She was tired of everyone warning her about Atlas. From Chandra telling her to be careful about getting so fond of him so quickly, to Gamma 1 warning her constantly because he was so convinced Atlas wasn't to be trusted. She wanted to show them all her friend wasn't a threat. And, on top of that, she wanted for Atlas to have something meaningful.
Her part-time help at the garage had earned her a little sum thanks to the clients' tips. Nothing significant, and Chandra kept saying that Mariko should have kept it, despite Hit's claims that she should have given it all to the woman to repay her for her hospitality. Mariko hadn't spent a single coin from it, torn between both their insistences. But this time, she had no qualms about it.
So, she had asked Takuma to escort her to the mall, and she had scouted every shop until she found exactly what she wanted: a 3D puzzle of the moon, which turned into a desk lamp once it was completed.
It costed almost all her savings, but it was worth it, Mariko decided, picturing Atlas' expressions upon opening his gift. Hey, maybe she should have given it to him during one of their evening conversations on the roof. Hopefully the night of the 24th would come with a full moon too...
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🎁 for Nucleotide of course!
Mariko Secret Santa
Conton
Mariko knows she has been busy lately, and 'guilty' doesn't even start to describe how she felt about it. She wished she had dedicated Cleo more time, but the winter holidays offered just the perfect chance to make up for the time lost.
So, her gift for Cleo is a basket with a bunch of things -- watercolors, old videogames, books and documentaries on flowers, mushrooms and forests -- along with a bunch of tickets. They're handwritten, each with a different activity: voucher for a painting session for two, voucher for an evening learning about ferns, voucher for a videogame night for two... And some others, hidden under a couple of scented candles.
Hopefully, Cleo would get the hint.
RGR
She needed a peace offering. After having argued over everything in the past month -- the order of the decorations on the Christmas tree, how many cookies each ate, whether to keep the lights blinking or not -- she and Cleo hadn't spoken for the last three days. And the next day... It would be Christmas. And she didn't want to be the local Grinch on top of the troubles she had caused Cynara because of Hit's stupid plan.
So, with whatever she found in the garage -- metallic wire, spare screws and so on -- she tried to build the best tridimensional model of a dragonfly she was capable of. The result... Looked more like a wonky mosquito.
But hey, she tried. And it's the thought that counts, right??
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MUTUALS ONLY
Secret Santa Mariko is coming to town!
If you want to know what gift she left you, drop a “🎁” in my inbox (If you’re a multimuse blog, specify which muse you want to ask for).
I know it’s not Christmas yet but I might not be able to be much online on Christmas days, so…
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'Tis the season to be jolly!
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Happy turkey day to those who celebrate. If not, do what I do and bake pumpkin lasagna, still good!
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She sometimes thinks about wearing cropped tops. Like, very cropped ones.
Then she remembers she has tiny boobs, so the effect wouldn't be the same.
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4 time zones in 2 weeks. My brain is literally "Wtf what day is it. Should we be hungry. Should we be sleepy. I am lost."
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Mariko held her breath as Nucleotide came to sit next to her. Not out of fear -- if he had wanted to hurt her in any way, he would have done it by now. But he gave her the same feeling of a very delicate insect, like a butterfly, or a dragonfly, coming to rest on the grass beside her, and she feared that any sudden movement could scare him off. Maybe because he looked so fragile, she thought, stealing a quick glance at his imperfect side; or maybe because he had always lived in such solitude that the fact he could choose her company seemed almost a priviledge she didn't deserve.
Not when he didn't know who she really was, especially.
"I would," she confirmed, lowering her gaze once more.
She noticed a daisy not too far from her, one of the few flowers in the garden that were not poisonous, and her hand reached to pick it acting on an instinct. Once she did, thought, a sudden sense of guilt pinched her heart. She had cut its life short out of a sudden whim, and now it looked almost pointless as she held it between her fingers.
That same sense of guilt urged her to turn to look at Nucleotide once more. Her eyebrows knitted for a moment as she took in the contrasting features on his face -- elegant and sharp on one side, and corrupted and deformed on another one. As if some cruel hand had decided to cut his life in half, and now she was meant to be the one to give him the final blow.
It felt so unfairly cruel.
"But," she went on, offering a light smile, "then all your cover story would be for nothing, wouldn't it? I mean..."
She reached for Nucleotide's lopsided crest and tucked the flower in its corner. Then she pulled away to give him another look and giggled at the sight of the random daisy dangling from his crest. An unexpected detail to soften his sharper side.
"The big scary monster of Jam Mountain just... Doesn't sound so scary anymore, once people know he saves poor random girls with a broken leg lost in the middle of the forest," she grinned. "Am I right?"
"... I have thought about that." Nucleotide admitted, after a pause, in which he simply watched Mariko's fingers as they parted blades of grass. His gaze wandered back up to her face, studying her hard from behind thin slits in his wrinkled eyelids.
"You would speak for me, wouldn't you? You would tell them not to bother me." He gestured, the pale skin of his withered hands flashing as they passed through the wane beams of sunlight filtering in from the canopy above.
The trees rustled as a cool breeze passed them both. Nucleotide took it as an invitation. He advanced, timidly, dropping on all fours before claiming a spot out of arm's reach in the grass next to Mariko. Suddenly, it became too difficult for him to keep eye contact, and so he cast his gaze back down at the dirt between the blades.
"And that I saved you."
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@criypoli99 from x
Criypoli blinked. Guess it's not surprising that there are some things a newcomer like him doesn't know. There are a lot of people with swords in the city, are those registered too? How troublesome.
"I do think you've seen something like that. But mine doesn't have any special features, just an ordinary sword. Must it be registered?"
"I've seen swords, sure," Mariko chuckled, "just... Kinda unusual for an Arcosian, I guess. At least around here."
She gave she sword another glance, then back at the newcomer. She knew Arcosians could cover their face at times... It always put her in an awkward spot when it came to read their reactions.
"It's usually good to, yes," she went on. "Even just in case it get lost, so people will automatically know what it looks like, who to return it to... Even how to fix it if needed," she explained.
She raised a hand and stretched her thumb, pointing at something behind her shoulders.
"The inventory is not far. I can take you there if you want. I mean, given your answer," she said with a smile, "it sounds like you're new around here."
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