#[Don't be so scared. It only hurts a little...] |STARTER CALL|

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Starter Call

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[rpmemes-galore]

Chappell Roan : The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess album ... sentence starters

tw for some sexual content and language

"Is it casual now?"

"You're losing it lately."

"I'm so sick of online love."

"It's gonna cause a scene."

"You wonder why I'm bitter…"

"I just wanna get to know ya."

"You coming home with me?"

"We're hot, we're drunk, wow."

"Won't make my mama proud."

"Mini skirt and my go-go boots."

"But I can't help what I can't help."

"Baby, why don't you come over?"

"Let's make this bed get squeaky."

"So slow down, sit down, it's new."

"Got so close, but then you lost it."

"Oh my god, you are heaven sent…"

"If karma's real, hope it's your turn."

"It's comical, the bridges you burn."

"Should've listened to your friends."

"If I didn't love you, it would be fine."

"Fell in love with the thought of you."

"So, baby, let's get freaky, get kinky."

"I thought you thought of me better."

"It's hot when you have a meltdown."

"Do you picture me like I picture you?"

"She showed me things I didn't know."

"Every place leads back to your place."

""Here we go, again. Everything is fine."

"Not overdramatic, I know what I want."

"And he was wearing these fugly jeans."

"Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine."

"Wishing you the best, in the worst way."

"This is what I wanted, this is what I like."

"Oh, some good girls do bad things, too."

"Can't be a good, good girl even if I tried."

"I try not to care, but it hurts my feelings."

"I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight."

"It's all in my head, but I want non-fiction."

"You're hating yourself, I'm feeling myself."

"I know you want it, baby, you can have it."

"I could be the one, or your new addiction."

"Never waste a Friday night on a first date."

"Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out."

"I've been a good, good girl for a long time."

"But, baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side."

"So, now when we kiss, I have anger issues."

"I don't want the world, but I'll take this city."

"Could go to hell, but we'll probably be fine."

"Every night's another reason why I left it all."

"Got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry."

"Ruined my credit, stole my cute aesthetic…"

"'Cause if we do coffee, it's never just coffee."

"I try to be the chill girl but, honestly, I'm not."

"We're leaving the planet and you can't come."

"People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma."

"You'll say that you're sorry. I know that's a lie."

"Can't meet you for dinner at the Italian place."

"Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"

"Here come the excuses that fuel the illusions."

"That’s my type of fun, that's my kind of party."

"Who can blame a girl? Call me hot, not pretty."

"You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it!"

"I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line."

"And you're getting pissed off, it's getting me off."

"'Cause everything good happens after midnight."

"If you really wanna leave, I'll never make you stay."

"No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater."

"To think, I almost had it going, but I let you down."

"No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute!"

"I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight."

"I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights."

"There's no one else who could. the only one is you."

"You sent him pictures and playlists and phone sex."

"I heard you like magic. I've got a wand and a rabbit."

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

"We've done this before, and I don't need it anymore."

"It's not attractive wearing that dress and red lipstick."

"If it hasn't happened, yet, then maybe you should go."

"Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended?"

"He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me."

"I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell."

"My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around."

"Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me."

"I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you."

"Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone."

"And you're getting called out, 'cause you're running your mouth."

"'Cause if we have wine, 'cause if we have wine. I know that's a lie."

"Lying to your friends about how he's such a goddamn good lover."

"What's it take to get your number? What's it take to bring you home?"

"Should've listened to your friends 'bout his girlfriend back in Boston."

"Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?"

[uselesslexbian]

the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan sentence starters.

it's not a date!

not even my luck could be this bad.

i didn't get your full name last time when you tried to kill me.

you called me a mortal. like you're not.

tell me. you know what it means. all these horrible things i see?

for years i thought i was going crazy. i couldn't tell anybody.

i'm not a monster.

you don't need that. how about a kiss instead?

such a pretty little blade. what a shame it stands between us.

it would be merciful to end your life now, before you have to see that.

what did you do this time?

i'll make up some story. i'll tell them it wasn't your fault.

she's kind of cute.

promise not to kill me if i put my sword away?

i'm talking about justice. vengeance.

you will learn differently as you get older.

do you want revenge or not?

he was driven insane. he didn't die.

your armor is crooked.

we're fine. we fell in a hole.

there will be no killing today.

i don't fear you.

are you going to help me or not?

don't tell me you're scared.

you don't understand anything. i'm never going in there again.

we've had plenty of problems before, and we solved them.

you wanted power. i gave you that.

i told you not to disturb me.

you know my heart belongs to you.

you're in charge now. all the decisions are on your shoulders. that's what you wanted, isn't it?

i didn't think you liked heroes.

didn't you try to kill him, like, a lot of times?

getting something and having the wits to use it... those are two different things.

if you thought your first imprisonment was unbearable, you have yet to feel true torment.

demigods are cheaters.

i have nothing to offer. i have lost everything.

you should sleep.

how about i take first watch? i'll wake you if anything happens.

my friends are in danger.

you pick fights for no good reason.

i was hoping you would give up.

you have to forgive. you have to promise me this.

you should not fear power. use it.

some of us... the way we learn not to trust people is even more painful.

no. i'm not leaving you.

do you support the gods because they are good, or because they're your family?

be careful of love. it'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.

you could stay with me. i'm afraid that is the only way you could help me.

we thought you were dead.

you are the single most annoying person i have ever met.

she will calm down. she's jealous.

sometimes things go wrong. heroes get hurt. they die, and the monsters just keep coming back.

do me a favor. if you find him, don't trust him. don't ask him for help. just kill him.

i'm calm. every time i'm around you, some monster attacks us. what's there to be nervous about?

i could be gone a week and my parents wouldn't notice.

you've gotten better with the sword. i'll give you that.

hey, i'm usually about to die. don't feel bad.

you don't have to act like that.

i regret what i did. i was angry and bitter. but i cannot take it back.

there's something evil down that tunnel. something very powerful.

i'll be quick. i won't do anything stupid.

i renounce the gods. what have they ever done for me?

we needed to help you or you'd mess things up.

i didn't want you to die. you owe me too many favors. how am i supposed to collect if you die?

well, i did not miss this place.

maybe it's okay to still be a kid once in a while.

i was beginning to feel better, so i thought i would talk with you a bit. you always manage to annoy me.

you will regret this insult.

it sounds like we've got a lot to talk about.

[roleplay-evil]

Little Miss + The Struggle Starters

"You should have done yourself a favor and died while you had the chance."

"I think that's a really great idea I'm not gonna try."

"You have me now. You can trust me."

"Why did you leave me behind?"

"What are you doing? Open the door!"

"If you can move, leave. Trouble never comes alone."

"Why won't you make this easy?"

"I helped you, now you help me."

"I'm sorry! Just help me out."

"You should forget about me. Find a new friend."

"I'm fine. I won't stop until I find [name]."

"I'm all alone now..."

"Let's press on while we can."

"Look, I get it. I won't be a burden."

"Stop whining, keep working."

"I don't want your help, I can find them myself."

"I think we're winning."

"You're stronger than that now."

"It's very important to get there before sundown. Otherwise, the monsters will have you for dinner. Yum yum yum."

"Wow! Educational."

"This building looks promising. Think there's anything inside?"

"[name], I don't think I can go on any longer..."

"This is so exhausting. You should just give up."

"Who cares? You need to worry about [name]."

"They're the only thing left in my life that's good."

"[name] was always the one who knew what to do."

"Forget about the past. Just focus on what's ahead."

"Well, thanks for scaring my appetite away."

"We've got what we need. Can we call it a day?"

"They've always been there for me. I won't abandon them!"

"Let's go find out what happened to [name], huh?"

"Less talking, more paying attention."

"A monster. What do we do?"

"Another one of these fuckers?"

"Run. Absolutely do not try fighting it."

"I'm not afraid. They can't hurt me."

"Watch it. There's another one up ahead."

"That doesn't leave us a lot of time."

"Fuck, I hate using guns."

"You like my special weapon? Use it wisely."

"Are you gonna let me shoot them or do you want to complain some more?"

"I didn't leave [name] behind! I would never!"

"I'm here, baby. Please be alive."

"What if [name]'s the whole reason you're alone?"

"I'm not crazy, I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"Maybe you should just let them go."

"It'll kill you if it sees you."

"I can't find [name]. They're my friend."

"It won't see me. I'll be careful."

"We're not gonna last long in a rat run like this."

"It's so dark in here."

"Stay right where I can see you."

"But it's too dangerous!"

"Don't you love me anymore?"

"I'm probably dying."

"Shit, are you getting worse? Need some water?"

"Along the way, I saw lots of dead bodies."

"Now tell me why you're so upset."

"Gosh-arooney, you little bitch."

[thelampisaflashlight]

The Long and Short of it All

[A ficlet about Dew trying to repair other people's friendships, feat. my oc, Bea.] Below the cut.

Dew scans the rolling fields of tall grass swaying in the wind, hands cupped by his forehead to block the winter sun from his vision, lips curling into an easy smile at the first subtle peek of short brown hair amongst the golden waves.

"Hey!" he calls, lifting one arm into the air and waving it vigorously at the figure that pokes their head up from where they're kneeling upon the ground, "Bea!"

A pause as the woman squints, and then grins, offering him a small wave in return as she eases herself from the dirt, her gloved hands braced against her stained knees.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't my favorite little fire starter!" she laughs, slipping her gloves off as she climbs the small hill he's stood upon, tucking them into the front pocket of her overalls, "What brings you to this side of the lake?"

"Mountain sent me," Dew says, taking in the view from atop the hill; The lake shines, bitter cold but not quite gone to ice, surrounded by a thousand bare trees sticking up from the earth like teeth, with the occasional still green holly or pine, "since he knows you're still pissed about the greenhouse."

Bea makes an airy, "tsk" sound and sighs.

"I told him time and time again that-" she shakes her head, cutting herself off, "Never mind all of that, what does he need?"

"It seems your plants are being... temperamental." Dew explains, "Normally, all of the plants around the abbey listen to Mount, but the ones you've planted are being, in his own words, 'Finicky little brats'... Not sure how a rose bush can be a brat, but he says he can't get them to grow the way he wants them to."

"If he wants my help," Bea crosses her arms, "then he needs to apologize first."

"He has told me he regrets what he said-" Dew starts.

"To you, maybe." the other frowns, "But not to me. He even sent you here instead of coming himself. Who's being a brat now?"

Dew sticks his hands in his pockets, toeing the ground a bit with his sneaker, "I mean..."

He fidgets and casts his gaze downward.

"I... I don't know why you two... Couldn't you come and talk to him?"

Bea's hands twitch.

"...Why should I do that?" she asks, brown eyes narrowing, hurt apparent, "He's the one who-"

"Because between the two of you," Dew begins, "you're the one that's the most stubborn, you... You're allowed to be mad, upset... but, if you don't come and see him, it's only going to get worse. I mean, I know, from experience... That's how you lose a friend."

Dew watches Bea consider his words, watches the tension leave her body as she drops her arms at her sides.

"...I'll meet him halfway."

"That's-"

"Halfway." she repeats, "If he can prove he's willing to try and fix this, then I'll at least do that much."

"Halfway." Dew echoes, then nods, "Okay, got it."

"Honestly..." Bea pulls her gloves back out of her pocket, slapping them against her thigh to shake some of the dirt from them, "...I've kind of forgotten what we were even arguing about."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she snorts, "I think, ya know, I think I'm just so used to people leaving 'cause of..."

She gestures vaguely at herself and Dew frowns, knowing all too well what she means by it.

"...I didn't used to be like this."

"It's hard." Dew agrees, looking back out over the lake, at the light hitting the surface, making it glitter and shine, "You can't expect a dog that's been beaten down to trust even a gently offered hand."

"We're dogs now?" Bea laughs, voice pitching slightly.

"Metaphorically speaking." he shrugs, "...Mount doesn't mean... didn't mean to scare you like that."

"I know."

"Do you though?"

The breeze trails between them, a stray snowflake drifting through the air, landing on the gardener's shoulder, and melting into the fabric of her jacket.

"...I dunno." she whispers after a moment, "...Confrontation sucks."

Dew just nods.

"Halfway." she says again, straightening her back, sounding a bit more confident, "Halfway and I'll... I'll talk to the plants... Fuck that sounds so stupid."

"I almost forgot that's why I came out here." Dew barks out a laugh, "You... earth adjacent folks are so weird."

"Oi, you're the walking matchstick here." Bea fires back, "You wish you could sweet talk the trees."

"Actually, I don't, because I think if I started talking to the flora, the higherups would have me carted away."

"True enough." Bea hums, starting down the trail leading to the lake.

"Do the plants ever talk shit about people?" Dew asks, following behind her at an even pace.

"It's less talking shit and more asking for it." Bea casually remarks.

"Gross."

"Hey, whatever helps them grow-"

[unkat]

I wish I were better than this

The office is well-decorated, just the right amount of personality to convey some semblance of openness; a diversity pride flag as a small poster claiming all are welcome here, some tasteful art of sea life on the warm beige walls. A picture of the family to provide a simple conversation topic starter for the nervous soul. Some plastic fake plants that require no sun and no water, both things fully absent here.

The doctor sits within the faux black leather chair across from the patient, calm, holding the chain. It connects to the Thing that sits in the cushioned conference chair.

"Now, we are here again. It's very late, you know." The doctor sighs. "We're both very tired. When are you going to give it up?"

"You made me into this, why would I ever be able to give up the parts you gave me? It IS me." The Thing twists in its seat, but the bonds keeping it seated, keeping it a good patient, are held firmly within the grip of the doctor who braces against the floor to keep control.

"No, you may be a manifestation of these thoughts and feelings, but I am not responsible for your creation, just your treatment."

"My imprisonment."

"It is not a prison. Do I not walk alongside you to the park, to get lunch, to listen to the birds and feel the wind against our skin?"

The Thing is in its throes of anger again, as per usual when not sedated and soothed by the staff. It's embarrassing to watch, and the doctor can't help but wrinkle their brow in disgust. The Thing is their most important and most vile patient, they wish they could keep it under sedation permanently. People like it more when they are in control.

"Am I a joke to you?!?" The Thing screams, "You're so selfish, all you care about is how YOUR reputation will be whenever I have needs."

"Needs?!? Is that what they are called now?" The doctor replies curtly. "Do you think dragging me, dragging my poor nurses down the street, scaring everyone is a need? You are not a joke, you are a disappointment. You are a liability."

"You are the liability, I'm the one that keeps us alive." The Thing hisses back, muscles so strained against its chains that it's going to choke itself.

The doctor gives just enough laxity to prevent it, concerned still for it's health. As painful as their interactions are, they swore an oath to do no harm. "You may have kept us alive in the past, but that's gone now. You need to learn how to behave in the now. All of this, the…theatrics, desperate bids for attention, is horribly inappropriate."

"Oh, is it? Or is it only bad when I'M the one doing it, doctor?" It twists, shoulders bending into angles that no human body should be able to manage.

If there were anywhere to go, the doctor should flee to them. But they are the only thing between this freak and the rest of the world, there is no choice to run.

"I'm the one that knows how to run." It speaks as if hearing their thoughts. "You gave that up to me, when you made me, don't you remember? You're too proper for that."

"I go for walks, we go for walks. Stop trying to fight me, I'm not letting you ruin this for us." The doctor is scared.

It stops. The ripples of strength, unfettering forms, simmer beneath its skin and it looks the doctor in the eye. "How long do you think you can keep this up? How long do you think you can keep me here without anyone else knowing what you've done to yourself? I am you, even when you try to put on a little badge and call yourself the normal one."

"I do share you with others." The doctor counters. "Your inputs are heard and conveyed."

"You funnel me through your little filter, put my words into little pieces, strained and pureed into something weak. I am not weak."

"I know you're not weak. But you must realize how much trouble you're making."

Is that all that matters? The trouble I give, for you to clean up later?"

"Yes. When you wind up, you are cruel. I can't say those words as they are, you will hurt so many people."

"Doctor, you must know that YOU are cruel, by keeping me like this. I deserve to be loved as much as you are."

"You NEVER do anything worth loving, you are angry, sad, aggressive, panicky. Stupid. You make things up and treat them like they are real, and wrap your head around it until I do something to help. Politely."

"FUCK YOU!" It writhes back in its chair. "Fuck you, fuck you fuck you, fuck you."

The doctor is clinging to whatever control they still have. "Are you angry at me, or are you angry at him?"

"Why can't I be angry at them both?!? Why am I not allowed to hate you and hate him and hate her and hate hate hate hate hate…"

"You hate so much you stop thinking about who made you hateful in the first place!"

"I thought he was going to kill us! I thought we were going to die! I thought we were going to lose everything!"

"YOU tried to kill us too, don't forget."

"You never loved me! If only you loved me I wouldn't have done it!"

"I never said that!" The doctor is shrieking now too.

"But you don't have to! I know you hate me! I hold all your hate and fear because you need me to hold it for you, isn't that right?" The Thing is melting from its nearly human form, to that of a beast, a sinewous snake all ligaments and tendons that the doctor must only trust will not break free. "Because then maybe you can keep me trapped."

The chain is slipping. "Don't do anything we're going to regret. I'm warning you."

It leaps for them. "I love you, please, you need me. Can't you see that I protected you? Can't you see how I saw those threats, and I attacked, for us. I am not only hateful, I am so filled with sorrow."

The doctor's air is being pressed out of their chest. "P-please, you're going to ruin everything, I'm begging you to stop and think."

There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair. There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair. There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair.

The Thing is half man, half something else, something with bulging eyes and a snarling maw. "You took the thinking, doctor."

It breathes in their face. "Everyone is going to hate us."

"Then don't. Then sit back down and let me wrap you up again. This doesn't need to happen. It shouldn't happen. They are important to us."

The Thing bites down on the doctor's throat. A sob wrenches out from its throat as the taste of blood fills its mouth.

The doctor cries out. "No, you're going to kill us! You're going to kill us!" It cradles the doctor like one would a lover, as they grab at its hair, try to poke out its eyes, it bleeds and bleeds and cries as the movements cease beneath its teeth.

It leans back with trembling lips and kisses the doctor, slides its hands beneath their shirt, as if this act would bring them back, would reunite their souls across the chasm places between them. Its very essence drips off of their clothes as if repelled and rejected without even any thoughts needed.

It gives up, clinging instead to the still warm corpse. "Why can't you let me love like you do? Why did you do this to us? I want to love. I have already forgiven you. I need you to forgive me. This is not fair."

It tears the pictures off the walls, drags red chipped claws against the warm paint, smashes the picture of the family, tears out what it hates, and eats the pieces, chewing and swallowing. But it can't destroy that. It sticks sharp corners into the form, making it vomit even when amorphous and dizzyingly out of control. The doctor was not its only creator, but the doctor was wrong from the start.

Neither of them was the creator of the other, despite the air of authority, the manifestations arose together before the bad times and from it. It doesn't matter if they were conceived and born at the rise of consciousness or from everything that followed, the Thing is not satisfied, it never is. It will dig an exit into the wall with its own hands, clawing at plaster and paint until it can stretch through the cracks, hungry and desperate.

Nobody is stupid enough to get in its way while it is still trying to run, mouth open and panting in rage and fear and sorrow, frightening those who catch sight of its horror. It cannot go far, the chain an umbilical cord back to the doctor’s corpse, freedom unattainable with or without the anchor. It screams and cries and howls and without more targets, its emotions turns towards itself. Nothing is there to stop it as it claws itself open, so filled with hate and fear it digs into the wound, the death throes painful and slow as it screams and cycles; returning back to its full strength and back to nothing, over and over. It can't even move to stop itself from bleeding out all over the floor, paralyzed in rage and fear as a nervous circle of onlookers begs for it to end.

The doctor is the one that wakes first, hours after the world faded into nothing. They sigh and look at the mess. They are not the one who woke first, in reality, but they were the one to stand upright and breathe as the Thing lay on the ground empty and full of regret.

“Well, that was certainly something, wasn’t it? Do you really think it was a good idea now?” The doctor gestures to the room, to their bloodstained coat, the broken nails from the Thing’s frantic scrabble along and within the walls. “Have you destroyed enough to be satisfied? You’re lucky I have seen you do this before, I can reassure the staff and civilians. Fucking Christ, why couldn’t you just listen to me when we still had a leg to stand on?”

The Thing is only sorrow now, guilty, apologetic, weeping and curled in on itself. Each breath makes it expand and deflate like a creature with thin transparent skin. It crawls in oozing steps to the doctor, curling around their feet in remorse.

The doctor exhales sharply. "You ruin everything, and then come crawling back, just like that? Am I supposed to pity you? You killed us. YOU. I don't owe you comfort for that. You can't trick me."

"I didn't mean to. I'm not like him. I'm sorry."

"You know that's what he said too. How am I supposed to believe you? We both know this isn't the last time you will do this. You hurt me over and over and over again."

"It's only my nature. You must understand that?"

"I understand it, but I don't have to like it. I never liked it."

"You're scared too, not just of me but of everyone, just like me."

"But I don't hate or cry at everyone. That's your special skill."

"We cry because we hurt."

"YOU cry because you hurt."

"You make me do the crying for both of us, you can't cry. Nothing bad will happen anymore if you do."

"So you say."

"You only let me cry when you're happy. You act like every interaction is a puzzle to solve."

"Not always."

"But always-- you act like there is a ticking time bomb, that any joy is just a veneer over pain. And you make us live in pain for every second until you make it true."

"It's the nature of human experience, to love, bond, let down one's guard, and then pick the relationship apart at the seams. You're the one who ran away."

"You scared me."

"I didn't scare you."

They both knew what scared them, but it was easier to blame each other for their transgressions than stare at the cracks in the foundation of the building, splinters that despite their best efforts still bled open and created rivers between the office and the world. An eternity of repairs could never make the damage disappear.

The doctor steeples their fingers in front of their face. "…I can fix this."

The Thing's face is haunting and empty, "There is nothing you can fix that won't become broken again. Because you are broken too."

It bites the doctor's ankle, and no amount of shaking can break them apart.

[occasionalrpmemes]

Amigo the Devil: Volume 1 Starters

sentences taken from the 2015 album. edit as desired. warning: this one does NOT pass the Hayes Code lmao. content includes, but is not limited to: sex, violence (both domestic and otherwise), alcohol, strong language, religion, general moral degeneracy, et cetera

It's all for you.

I'd rot in hell with you, if you'd just ask me to.

Come on, believe me, follow me home, there's no judgement here.

Take the shot.

This night is going to end horribly for someone.

I'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up.

Open up to me.

The Devil came and sold his fucking soul to me!

If I've hurt you, please forgive me. Love makes you do funny things.

This fire feels so real.

Don't say a word, my darling. I know how you feel.

On rainy days, we'll drink until the gray is left in nothing but our hair.

I know you want it, too.

I'll lay by your side 'til everything is rotten through.

Tonight, we'll celebrate life! Eat the best food and drink the best wine.

I hope your husband dies.

Are you feeling upside down or even empty inside?

Meet me down by the bar. We'll go and take this drink out to the stars.

Death is just one moment.

Some people follow rules, some people go around.

As an elephant, I'm only really relevant when I'm standing in the room.

I am the son of an asshole.

No one deserves my world quite like you do.

I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough.

God knows I'll do what I need.

These hands are stronger than you're led to believe.

We'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home.

If I can't have you, nobody will.

There's only one thing in this life that makes us living.

I want to be where all the stupid shit I say sounds so romantic and true.

Live with me in this sin forever.

There's nothing left to lose, 'cuz I've already lost it all.

Tonight, I'll follow you home and start up a fire that'll keep us both warm.

Hang around, let down your hair.

So you should start to undress and just… try a little less.

Now you're with this asshole- you expect me to believe it's gonna last?

Let me have this dance with you.

Your eyes look like diamonds still stuck inside the mines.

When your tongue is putrid and your skin is sagging down, I'll stick around.

It's true, I hate everything but you.

We'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of.

All the bridges in the world won't lead you back to fix what couldn't be erased.

This fairytale just ain't coming true.

I'll drive my car like I stole it, drink at the bar like I own it.

These wrinkles are the maps of all the places we went no one else would dare.

I'd rather have a reason I should stay.

There's always gonna be a better high, and a lower down.

We take things a little far, but you couldn't name a place I wouldn't go with you.

I'm capable of making you disappear.

I have a couple different faces if you need a place to hide.

The time we spent together when the light was out became my thought of you.

I am the agent that decides your fate.

There's only one kind of people in the world: people who die!

It doesn't matter what you've heard or if you're good or bad and everything between.

I love the shitty things we do together.

It's been a while since I've held anything as close as I have you.

I'd like to live my life just like a dog. Humble as can be and unconditional in everything I love.

I'll make you famous one way or another.

Home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.

I'd crawl in bed with you. Even in someone else's blood, on top of someone else's love, in the worst motel we find.

This life is a maze with only one way out.

Every dime spent is worth looking good- and that's Hollywood!

They'll write about our story here for years to come and maybe even more, cuz there's never been a love like this before.

I'll cut to the chase, just don't try to leave.

Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really messes up.

When I had you near me I just couldn't think of anything to say, but now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday.

We'll leave the world the way dreamers do.

All the parties we can throw - we'll dress like anything we please!

All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing. Every mile I traveled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring.

Living in the moment's hard when everything I want is in the past.

When the night falls, out comes the terror.

Your heart will always have a place to live with nothing left to be.

[spookiesmausoleum]

❛ 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ❜

Sentence starters from quotes from the movie in question! Remember to specify for multi-muse blogs and change pronouns as needed.

"I have heard myself say that a house with a death in it can never again be bought or sold by the living. It can only be borrowed from the ghosts that have stayed behind."

"The memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows, smeared by rain. Impossible to properly see."

"For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing. And left all alone, this is how they rot."

"Of her books, I have read fewer than nine pages of only a single one...and all the while suppressing a very bad taste. I am not even sure of the title."

"I can be sure of only a very few things. The pretty thing you are looking at is me. Of this I am sure."

"It has always been that wearing white reassures the sick that I can never be touched, even as darkness folds in on them from every side, closing like a claw."

"You had so much to say in those first years. When you lived here with me. Enough to fill a book. And then... nothing."

"You turned your back. You turned your back, and you turned your back so many times... that soon your feet were facing the wrong way altogether."

"I did nothing but sit and listen. I made no noises. I welcomed no visitors. And here, now, you've come back. But only to hurt me, only to show yourself, but not to let me see."

"You poor, pretty things whose prettiness holds only one guarantee. Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep. But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things rot. You fall apart like flowers."

"Couldn't sleep. The first night in a place always weirds me out, you know."

"Why would you say that to me right now, in the middle of the night when I'm here all alone?"

"I can't imagine what I'd say if he did. I mean, what does a person say? "Remember that time we almost but then didn't get married? 'Cause I do.""

"On my very first night in the house. A death. But I cannot see it. Not yet. But I can feel it shifting its weight from bare foot to bare foot."

"So that's where you're hiding. They told me there wasn't one of you, and I don't mind telling you, I was a little worried."

"Because time spent in a house with a death in it passes more quickly, you know. Eleven months. Passing like the night."

"This is how you rot."

"It was fine when I first moved in, but now I think it's gotten much worse in the past few weeks."

"Possibly a mold of some kind. Likely there is some plumbing behind the wall, a pipe that runs up to the bathroom."

"You say you haven't seen it anywhere else?"

"It's just that a confusion like that is usually with the memory of someone significant."

"Heavens to Betsy, no, I haven't. No, um, I scare too easily."

"Well, there is a not-very-good movie, if you prefer."

"That would be much, much worse. I'd likely run down to the road screaming. And who'd look after [name]?"

"The pretty thing you are looking at now is me."

"I left the world just as I came into it. I am wearing nothing but blood."

"I am as white as a sail. I tell this often to myself. I tell myself that nothing gets on me. But it does me little good. The words pour right through. I am too full of holes."

"Grow up, you dumb old scaredy-cat. It's just a bunch of silly ol' make-believe typed words on paper."

"And even if I was fiendishly tempted, I have refrained from pressing the subject with her."

"Though it seems safe to assume that, as endings go, [Name]'s was not an especially pretty one."

"Quite dead but not quite buried. Carelessly concealed in a grave too shallow to be rightly called a grave at all. Better to call it a... hiding place."

"The walls and windows are as thin as bones. A person could walk right through them. Just up and leave this old house."

"I haven't really looked. I... I kind of hate the sight of it."

"I can sometimes see her struggle with the shape of it, more as if trying to remember a song she once heard, and not as she might remember an event."

"How does one forget something as essential as that? How does one forget a death?"

"Maybe it is the body that remembers. And without the body, there is nothing to hold to."

"We make our own ghosts by looking, but pretending not to see...and then forgetting ourselves altogether."

"It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and to all the while see nothing. Surely this is how we make our own ghosts. We make them out of ourselves."

[koffing-time]

You like poison types so you must know somethin’ about bulbasaur, right?? I’m gonna raise mine to be really strong so what can I know about poison Pokémon?? @pokemoncollector98

Hey there kid! Yeah, i know a thing or two about bulbasaur, but i actually haven't met many in real life.

First, i have to say, and i bet Prof. Oak told you as well, and probably your mom too, but it's true: A pokémon doesn't need to be strong and good at battling! The most important thing is that they're happy and that you're good friends!

Now that this is out of the way, let me try and get you some useful info (and i also got Olivia to write a little bit about battling. He's better at this than me):

\\there is a good chunk of headcanon in there, and it got a bit long so i'm making a cut lol

So, first: Bulbasaur is a grass and poison type, but you know that already, right? These Pokémon tend to be poisonous, not venomous. That means they use their toxins (and poison type attacks) more to protect themself than to attack others. (I'm not sure how much you know about this already: a toxin is the stuff that makes a poison poisonous. But "poison" is not always the right word, but toxin is, so i use that word. Yes, that also means "poison type" is techncially wrong but that's not my fault)

And Bulbasaur is no different! The Venusaur line keeps most of their toxins in special areas within their back. For your Bulbasaur, that is the bulb. When it evolves, it will be the stem of the flower and in the area of the back around that. So be careful when you interact with it in that area. I'm saying that because they can secrete some poison through the skin on their back, and even if they don't want to hurt you, it could happen by accident. I recommend you wear rubber gloves when cleaning your partner, or when you have to touch them in that area for another reason. It should be safe to touch and pet them on the head though.

Also, i have to say something very very important: For safety reasons, you should always have some antidote for your poison type pokémon with you. I mean, not if they get poisoned, but for the poison they make themself. There are so-called "universal antidotes", but they are not good. They help in a pinch, because they work on the most common poisons, but i'm getting ahead of myself. As the owner of a poison type, it's your responsibility to be prepared if accidents happen. Go ask at the Pokémart, they should have bulbasaur-specific antidote. It is a common starter-pokémon after all. (If it says "Venusaur" on the bottle, that is fine. Each brand does it differently, it's about the evolution-line for almost every poison type).

So, the problem with the "universal antidotes" is the following: they often only delay symptoms and work on the human (or pokémon) body, rather than the toxins themself (they slow down the heart and stuff like that). They do weaken the toxin as well, but only a little bit. If you take some of that, you should definitely visit the hospital (or pokémon center if it was your pokémon) afterwards to make sure everything is fine. Some toxins can have effects long after the initial accident if you take such a universal antidote. Pecha berries are the same, eating them often provides an easy relief for most toxins, but they are not a proper antidote.

This all is very important. I don't want to scare you, trust me, but poison types can be dangerous. Accidents with poison types can be deadly, just like accidents with fire types could burn down your house. Your Bulbasaur is not as dangerous, of course. If you got poisoned by them, you would probably feel very ill for a day or two, but you would not die. I'm saying this more for Ivysaur and especially Venusaur, bad accidents could be VERY bad.

Now, to the more fun stuff!

Something that Prof. Oak probably already told you, but Bulbasaur, as grass types, can do photosynthesis. That means they can eat sunlight! If they can do that, you don't need to feed them as much regular food. You should keep track of the amount of sun your partner gets to adjust their dinner. If it was really sunny, you can give them a little bit less, and if you were indoors all day or if it was raining, they should get a little bit more food. Also, a little tip, if you feed them certain berries, that could make their poison type attacks a little bit stronger. For example Aguav, Ganlon or Durin Berries would do that. It's not neccesary at all though, and depending on where you live, it could be difficult to find them. In addition, if you're just starting out, your Bulbasaur is probably quite young, so they don't know many poison type attacks anyways. You'll have to keep training for that.

Another thing about Bulbasaur is that they are very good at is anything that requires nimble hands. It's pretty astounding, isn't it? They can use their vines very very well. I know a chef who has an ivysaur helping her with cooking, and the ivysaur is very good at chopping vegetables and stuff with her vines. They are also surprisingly strong! With that I mean, they can probably lift you with their vines! They couldn't do that for long, but i met trainers who had their Bulbasaur help them climb in the mountains. If they had a wall they couldn't climb, the Bulbasaur could lift them up if it wasn't too high. You should try and find something that your Bulbasaur likes doing! Maybe they have a lot of fun making funny shadow theater, i saw that during a Pokémon contest once.

Alright, i also wanted to tell you a little bit about other Poison Types.

I already mentioned general safety with rubber gloves and antidotes. But i still want to add, if you know where you're going on your journey, it might be good idea to research what kind of Pokémon live there. For example, in veridian forest, there are a lot of weedle, but at mt. Moon, there lives a species called Nidoran. Both are poison types, but they are very different and their toxins are very different as a result! Again, you should be fine asking at the pokemart about antidotes if you want to be prepared.

And maybe you saw my URL, Koffing is a poison type and i love them very much. You can find them in the wild in Kanto as well! One of my favourite facts about them is: they can eat almost EVERYTHING as long as it is a so-called aerosol. That means, whatever it is needs to be floating in air, like spraypaint or smoke. In the wild they usually eat things like smog from factories or gases from volcanoes, but they can eat candle smoke, the steam from a hot cup of coffee or, I'm serious, farts! But the last one is a bit gross...

Anyways, if you decide to catch a koffing, i recommend you get a bandana or a scarf that you can put in front of your face because they also puff out toxic smoke, so it's good to have something for that when you're indoors.

The next bit is written by my friend Olivia who's really good at battling!

Hello young trainer! My name is Olivia, I'm a professional gym trainer at the Striation City gym in Unova. Your name is Red, right? One of the strongest trainers i ever heard of went by the name of Red! I think he even came from Kanto, did you know that?

But you are not here for that, you want some battle tips for your bulbasaur, correct?

Lets start with the basics. Bulbasaur is a grass and poison type, that means there are quite a few advantages and disadvantages to keep in mind when battling. Overall the poison type helps Bulbasaur when defending against oncoming attacks in my opinion, but it depends a lot on your opponent.

Let us not get ahead of ourselves. As you probably know, Bulbasaur is weak against fire type attacks, since it is a grass type Pokémon. You should also be careful when fighting Ice and Flying type pokémon for the same reason. In addition, the poison type gives bulbasaur a weakness to psychic type attacks, and moreover, it is doubly weak against bug types. If you have to battle bug types, it is probably best to find another team member that can fill this role.

On the other hand, bulbasaur is a great choice against water-type pokémon as well as fighting and electric type pokémon. It's ideal opponent would be other grass types, surprisingly, as it has a double resistance against their grass type attacks. All the other typings are not extra strong or weak against it.

Now, this is an easy thing to say, but keep in mind that your opponents might also have double typings, so you see there is a lot of strategy involved at the highest levels of pokémon battles.

Now that we have the basics of Bulbasaur as a species covered, let's look at it's statistics. Bulbasaur and it's species is generally well rounded, that means they are quite good at both attacking and defending. They have a lot of HP, which means they can easily take a few hits before fainting. They are also pretty good at defending against both special and physical attacks, but are better at taking special hits.

In case you're not aware, Pokémon have two different methods at attacking, one is called special and one is called physical. It is dependent on the type of the attack, so you can look out for that when planning your gym battles!

In the same sense, Bulbasaur is also better at attacking with special attacks than with physical ones, but there is not a huge difference between them in both attacking and defending.

The last statistic to keep in mind is speed: Bulbasaur and its evolutions are not the fastest Pokémon, there are plenty that are faster than it. But that is okay, because you should be able to take a hit and then retaliate just fine. However, it is very important to keep this in mind.

Let us now talk a little about attacking:

There is something that we in competitive battling like to call "Same Type Attack Bonus", or STAB for short. This is a thing that makes pokémon attacks stronger, if the move is of the same type as the pokémon. For Bulbasaur, these are Grass and Poison type. Sadly, Bulbasaur doesn't learn any poison type attacks that do direct damage, but that is okay. You see, Poison is a type that is "physical", while grass is "special", and you remember, Bulbasaur is stronger with its special attacks.

In general, Bulbasaur and its evolutions is, in my opinion, great at fighting longer battles. Again, it can take a few hits (as long as they are not bug typed), and it has great moves to keep the opponent struggling. You could try and find a combination between the moves

Leech Seed

Mega Drain

Razor Leaf

Hyper Beam/Bodyslam (later, and you'd need a so-called TM and those can be a little expensive)

Sleep Powder

Poison Poweder or Toxic

Rest (also needs a TM)

Growth (You will need to train a lot for this one, your Partner will probably have evolved by then)

Reflect (another TM)

With moves like Leech Seed, Mega Drain, Poison Powder/Toxic and Sleep Powder, you have many options to keep the opponent on their toes because they but a sort of timelimit on them. Leech Seed/Mega drain hurt them while they give Bulbasaur energy back while Poison Powder/Toxic make them take a lot of damage over time. Sleep Powder is obvious i think, if the opponent is asleep, they can't do anything so they have to act to get back in the game. But, except for Mega Drain, these moves tend to be quite inaccurate, so you can't perfeclty rely on them.

Moves like Razor Leaf, Body Slam and Hyper Beam are just very strong attacks that can deal a lot of damage. While Body Slam and Hyper Beam is generally stronger, keep in mind that they are normal typed, which means they are physical and they do not get the STAB.

Rest, Growth and Reflect make it so your Bulbasaur get's stronger in battle. Rest let's it recover HP at the cost of falling asleep. Growth makes it so the pokémon gets stronger at attacking AND defending with/against special attacks while Reflect lets you weaken incoming physical attacks (even after switching to another Pokémon).

Wow, that was a lot, was it not? Let's do a summary as well!

Bulbasaur and its evolutions are generally good at both attacking and defending but they are not very fast. They have a lot of weaknesses and resistances. Most importantly, they are extremely weak to bug type moves, but they are great at taking hits from other grass types. They can work well to support the rest of your team by weakening opponents with moves like Leech Seed, poison powder or sleep powder, but they can also do a lot of damage on their own with Hyper Beam or Razor Leaf!

I hope you learned something! And i wish you the best of luck on your journey, young trainer. And most importantly: have fun! (it's totally okay to lose a battle) - Olivia

[fighters-megamix]

Starter Call

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[neoncherryblossom]

"Anime Sinnoh Pokemon Therapy" I would like a sprinkle of context cuz this sounds hilarious. Please note I only ever watched some Black and White eps of the show (I will fix that)

Also "I am so sorry for you existing". Hm. angst.

Know you have awakened a beast.

Honestly the only reason I watched Diamond and Pearl (and not even all of it) was because of it was on Pokemon TV but wow Ash's Pokemon there. Wow. Black and White were kind after the brutality that was that team.

Minor spoilers I suppose but I wanna ramble :3.

A lot of people (used to) dunk on Black and White and I never got why. It was a fun thing I watched a bit so I went back and finished most of B&W before checking out Diamond and Pearl and. Yeah. DP is a lot more focused and Ash is a bit more serious (still goofy though!) and there's a lot more emphasis on strategies. And the trainers there are all tough, so Ash is thinking some insane plot stuff.

But one thing that I wish was done more was the Pokemon. I'm not going to bash it and say that it was bad, but coming from B&W and X&Y, the Pokemon don't have as much as a side character presence that they do. They all have their episodes and moments, but I always loved the slow moments of Pokemon bonding more than the serious training ones and DP unfortunately has more of the latter. Not bad by any means but c'mon. You know me. You know what I like.

A stand out from this team is Chimchar and I can say this because it's been memed to hell and back but every single one of Ash's fire starters are traumatized in one way or another except for one (Cyndaquil/Quilava). The writers like their angst with this one starter type. And remember how I mentioned things were more brutal here? Tepig's abandonment is genuinely terrible, but Chimchar- we get to know him before Ash gets him. We see him with his trainer for a bit before Ash gets him. Not gonna spoil but we know how he was treated.

The anime went into this for like an ep, but I want to go into it more. Talk about the little fire monkey and just. How weird adjusting to Ash was from his previous trainer, who pops back up again and again. Chimchar is notably stronger than all of Ash's other Pokemon on the Sinnoh team. I don't think it was ever called into attention before, but you pay attention enough and by the end of the series, Chimchar (now evolved) is still stronger than everyone else. Do you know how much angst can be pulled from that? How no matter how hard everyone else trains, Chimchar is still better, but the way he got better was so terrible and horrific and they can see Chimchar is still angry and hurt and scared of his old trainer, but he's still better.

(I want to focus on one Pokemon in particular with this dynamic. One who the writers did a bit dirty near the end, but I love that Pokemon and I want to write him and Chimchar being besties and no one can stop me.)

It will be funny I hope. But also angst hell and Chimchar being a baby brother and loving everyone around him so strongly and showing them in every way he knows how and them loving him back.

IF I WOULD START IT BUT I AM AFRAID OF IT CONSUMING ME AND I HAVE OTHER WIPS I WANT TO CONSUME ME RN-

Also let us all say our respects for Pokemon TV, I am sorry capitalism got rid of you, thank you for being there when I was a kid.

WIP: I am so sorry for you existing. Sips tea and waits for your reaction.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

A Slip Through Worlds (Part 7)

Amy ( @idiotwithanipad 's oc) searches for answers. Silver searches for help.

-

Not again. Not back here again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The polished oak walls shake from the force. The lock is sturdy but won't hold forever. Curse him for not investing in more iron. Had he known he had a family to protect then perhaps he'd have had some incentive. His wife should have been enough, whether she loved him or not. He'd made a vow. Honour and protect.

Where was she? Had she already fled? Usually, in this dream, she was always there, begging him to flee with her. That glimmer of gratitude, regret and a flicker of affection, hidden potential of what might have been, heavy as the tears in her eyes after she lay that kiss on his cheek.

And then she left. Left him alone to hold the door. Hold them back.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She must have already fled. He'd missed that part. No matter. He throws his back against the door and steels himself.

"Leave us alone, you dogs! Just leave us be for one sodding-."

"Humphrey!"

He froze.

That was no royal guard's voice.

"Humphrey, it's me! Open the door!"

How was that possible-? How could she be here, now, in this time, five hundred years before she was a glint in her biological dad's (rat bastard!) eye?

It must be a trick. A clever lure to get him to hand himself over.

"Ugh, don't make me say it...Please, Dad, open the door!"

Dad. She called him Dad.

But it was more the reluctance, the hesitance to be so open and emotional, that convinced him as his heart felt fit to burst.

"Amy..."

Throwing caution to the wind and the God damn furnace, he turned and unlocked the door, opening it as a small body threw itself in and collided with his front.

Exhaling with relief, he quickly shut the door after her, frowning at the whisps of mist that tried to follow his daughter into the room. Odd.

Forgetting them for now, he smiled down at Amy, wrapping her arms around him. And...shivering.

"Bloody hell, Poppet, you're freezing!" He frowned, placing his palms to her cheeks.

Teeth chattering, she threw him up a look.

"No f-fucking shit." She responded.

Chuckling at her typical foul mouthed sarcasm, he quickly flung his cloak around her, bundling her up and bringing her to the fireplace, which he'd only just noticed was alight in this version of his memory, as it fortunately hadn't in reality.

Grabbing some of the cushions off the chairs, he tossed them onto the floor for them to sit close to the flames.

"Ah, lovely, I was hoping you'd pay your old dad a visit tonight." He smiled, the joy at seeing his little girl again quickly erasing the anxiety he'd relived minutes before.

Amy used the fur trim of his cloak to wipe the tiny cold droplets from her face.

"How's your little project coming along? Don't worry, I shan't ask you to spoil what it is!" He said, his palms raised.

"Humphrey-." She panted, sounding like she'd just run 5k.

After she tugged down her hood, he couldn't resist the paternal urge to give her hair a stroke.

"You all right up there, yeah? Mary and Annie still taking care of you? You eating good? Drinking plenty of water, not just chugging back your Monsters? Not that you have to worry 'bout that stuff, I know, but gosh if I were there I'd be prepping us pheasant and venison-."

"HUMPHREY! I love you but please shut the fuck up!"

He recoiled a bit at that and he could see the regret on her face. Rare for her to ever look remorseful for using her 'weapon' to silence anyone.

But he wasn't mad or even hurt. There was a look of fear in his little girl's eyes that chilled him.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She's in paradise, the next layer, how could there be anything there to scare her so?

"For starters, I just had to wander through the worst shitty fog to try to reach you! It never takes me that long to get into any of your dreams! Not to mention I was freezing my arse off!" She chittered, hugging his cloak tight around her like a blanket.

"Oh...Yeah I noticed that was a bit more dramatic than how you usually enter. C'mere."

He pulled her halfway onto his lap in order to wrap his arms around her, rubbing her back. Perhaps taking a little advantage of a given opportunity to cuddle his daughter, to which she was usually reluctant to let anyone do for very long.

Humphrey kissed the top of her hair, taking in that smell of carbonated fruit drink and cigarettes, hoping for it to stay in his senses long enough until her next visit.

"There's more...I wish this was just another social visit but it's not." She gulped when she finally began to warm up; "We're having trouble seeing you all."

"Ey?" He asked, pulling back a little to look down at her.

"You know that waterfall I mentioned? The one that let's us who've passed on look in on you all? It's...broken." She explained.

"Broken? How does a waterfall break?" Sounded like a crap riddle.

"Who the fuck knows." She sighed, "I didn't notice it at first because I've been trying to...restrict my screen time, I guess." At Humphrey's confused look, she clarified; "I try not to sit watching you and Silv and Kitty for too long. I've been trying to focus on exploring what's up there with Mary and Annie, as well as working on that...surprise, for you, that I mentioned."

He blushed at that, smirking somewhat. If it took him another five hundred years to wait and see what it was, it would be worth it.

"I've been keeping myself busy. Getting out my own head and all that." She shrugged.

"Good girl. I'm proud of you." He gave her hand a squeeze.

"Yeah for all the fucking good it did because something clearly happened while I wasn't watching and now I can't see any of you!" She frowned, almost as if she could blame him and any other adult she wanted who had given her said advice; "And it's not just me. Mary is going out of her mind because she can't see Silver. Even Will and Liz didn't have any luck when they had a go to check in on Robin."

He tilted his head; "Will and Liz?"

"William and Elysabeth. Old friends of Robin. Haven't I mentioned them before?"

"You 'ave, it's just....'Will and Liz'. Huh. Makes it sound like you're making friends up there." He teased lightly.

"No I'm not!" She frowned, cheeks pinking at the look he gave her; "I mean...they're all right, I guess. And I might have let Will convince me to try a swig of pirate 'grog' to see what it tasted like."

"And?"

She pulled a grimace as her answer; "I'll stick to Mango Loco. Liz had five cans and was bouncing off the trees. I guess there's a reason some shops age restrict them. Anyway, stop letting me get off topic."

"Sorry, Poppet." But he couldn't help be chuffed for anything he heard of what she was getting up to in that place, knowing she was content, if not...happy. "I'm sure the mirror's just lost it's...signal, or something. Ain't there anyone there to fix it? No God or angels or anything?"

"Nope. Not exactly someone we can ask to fix the WiFi either." She said with a sigh; "And it's only this house. I could still look in on my mate Shan. And even Alison and Mike in their place. But every time any of us tries to look at Button House, we just get...well, I thought it was some kinda static at first, but then..."

She turned her head to the windows. A white essence floated through the night air, stroking against the glass, as if asking for an invite to come in.

"I think it's the mist."

"Mist? Huh. It has been a bit misty past few days. Unseasonably so. Cold enough for us to notice too." He remarked.

"Mist that's strong enough to cut you guys off and even get into your dreams? I had to fight my way through to get to you." She stressed; "At least I did manage to find you."

"What d'you mean?" He asked.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you weren't the first dream I was meaning to enter. I mean, I was always gonna come see you, but, I'm trying to find Silver."

"Silver?" Oh hells.

If Amy hasn't been checking in via their little window then she has no idea...

"Like I said, Mary's sick with worry. She's even starting smoking again."

"Really? I never knew she'd had the habit. Pipe or cigar?"

"No, dummy." Amy almost laughed; "I mean her body is emitting smoke again. She told me she didn't think that was possible anymore since she got sucked off but...Well. She's kinda like how I was when I was in my bad place up there. Her mood is changing the environment around her. Making it all...dark and rotten."

"Christ. Poor thing, I don't even have to imagine how that feels...." His own grief when he'd lost Amy, before she came to find him again, could have crumbled the very house to its foundations.

"Of course, I can't get to Silver because the moon is still full so she's still wide awake! So I tried to get to Robin instead, and he's also just a big No Entry sign."

"I doubt Robin is going to be sleeping much for the next few days, Poppet." He said, sadly.

"Why?" Amy asked, peering up at him. She reached to clutch at his hand; "What's happened? Tell me, please. I just need to know if I can tell Mary that Silver's okay. She is, isn't she?"

Humphrey took a deep breath and put his arm around Amy's shoulders.

"Brace yourself, love. This won't be pleasant to hear."

-

She isn't sure why she's running. It takes her a while to realise no one is chasing her.

But after what she'd just seen...Holy fucking Hecate.

Eventually, the witch has grown weary of keeping up the beautiful fantasy world Silver had awoken in. The trees and mountains, as well as her stunning yet comfy dress, had dissolved, returning her back to the woods.

Silver had scanned around to see there was no sign of Nary or Nobin either.

Grabbing the opportunity with both hands, she'd raced towards Button House, sprinting as quick as she could over the empty golf course. If this world had a Mary, a Robin, an Amy and a Humphrey then it stood to reason the house held within all the other ghosts as well. One of them must be willing to help her.

The first one she'd ran into in the lobby was Pat, and she'd been so excited to recognise his short, stout form from the back that she'd tackled him with a hug.

And then she heard the squeal, followed by the gurgle and wheezing. As she'd released him, he'd turned to face her, mouthing inaudably, the arrow in his neck splurting blood at the sides. And yet still his kind eyes had looked at her with that familial, helpful expression.

"Pat? Do you know who I am?" She'd tried, hating having to see him like this. In her world, she barely noticed the arrow anymore.

He shaken his head, sending a tiny spit of blood into her face.

And then there was Cap, walking towards her, gasping and clutching at his arm.

Asking her if she'd seen a 'Leutenant Havers'.

"Sweet maiden, with hair like cherry blossoms on wings of night, what brings you here?" Thomas had attempted to swoon her, taking her by the hand and ignoring her attempts to explain she wasn't interested.

"Think she might be looking for someone more mature. Hello there. Aren't you a pretty thing?" Julian slurred, seeming drunk as a skunk and high off his tits as he looked Silver up and down.

Just like Cap, he had one hand clutching at his chest. Even constantly reliving his heart attack, he still found time to be a perv.

She'd ran. None of them were interested in helping her. All mentions of Alison made them stare at her as if she had two heads.

There was no Alison in this world? No, she calmed herself, there must be. But chances are she simply inherited the house...but the ghosts never banded together to try to scare her off. Julian had no incentive to push her out the window. Alison never found her ghost family.

Somehow, that made her as sad as any of her friend's alternative states in this universe. Even if she still had Mike and Mia and managed to make a fortune selling this place...She would never have what her Alison did.

But perhaps that was for the best. If Thomas was enough of a headache for her back home, he was ten times more persistent here.

Eventually she'd found Kitty's room. The Georgian had been fast asleep on her bed, not showing any obvious wounds like the others, only a sheen of sweat on her brow, laboured breathing and drops of blood trickling from her hand.

"Wake up! Kitty, please, wake up, I need you! I need someone, anyone!" Silver had tried, climbing on the mattress and shaking her friend by the shoulders.

"Intruder! I told you to leave my ward alone, you little harlot!"

When Silver had turned around, she'd had to cover her mouth in shock at the bent shape of Fanny's neck.

"Oh god. Lady B, I..." she'd tried, reaching out.

"I SAID LEAVE!"

The woman's booming voice had hit her like a sonic boom. It sent her flying towards the window and pushed her straight through the glass. She fell down, two stories, landing in a heap on the gravel.

As she'd climbed to her feet and began to run, the matriarch continued to shout after her, calling her all the best Edwardian insults in her vocabulary.

Only when she returned to the woods, did the sound of Lady Button's shrill voice finally fade out.

Exhausted and dejected, she collapsed to her knees beside one of the trees.

This was Hell. Actual Hell.

She hadn't even had time to check the other wing of the house to look for Amy and...this world's Humphrey. Had they heard the commotion? She hoped that Amy would come to find her again...If she still wanted to...

But the others? It was nothing like her group. They were all trapped in their mental states from the moment they died. There had been no evolution over the years, no growth, no developments. They weren't a family here. Just a splintered set of different pairs, it seemed.

Releasing a lamenting breath, Silver held herself, feeling more alone than ever before.

A whisp in the air brought a rise in the temperature and the scent of burning toast.

"Pleasant trip, was it, little'en?"

Silver raised her head to glare at the wraith, who seemed to be tilting her skull at her.

"You let me go there. You knew what I'd find." She scoffed; "There was me thinking I'd escaped."

"Escaped? From whats, dear girl?" Asked Nary, "You be no prisoner here. You mayst visit the hotel and it's occupants at thy pleasure. My own darling girl often sneaks herself in recent times to visit her companion, Amy, and sometimes little Kitty, shoulds her Ladyship be outs of sight."

"And what about stopping me from going back to my own world?"

The witch didn't answer that, merely floated on the tendrils of smoke at the base of her dress to move forward.

"Hath ye made an attempt to go home?" Nary asked, almost casual.

"No, but...I dunno how. I don't even remember..." She rubbed at her own muzzy head.

Amy. Her Amy. They'd been playing together in the bedroom she'd reconstructed for them to meet. They'd had a laugh. Same as always. And then the rest is a blank until...she heard her.

The witch turned to her.

"Doth thou suffer the same migraines as my own little'en?" She asked, softly, floating towards her; "There be many ailments I coulds offer ye..."

Raising her bony hand, smoke coiled around her wrist like black snakes until they melded together to form a glove.

"Come now. Let me take away thy sufferin'."

Silver ducked her head away and stood up against the tree.

"No thanks." She scowled, deciding that enduring a slight headache is preferable to whatever magical lobotomy the witch might have planned.

Nary lowered her hand; "Please. Do nots be frightened of me, sweet child."

"I shouldn't be afraid of the woman who stuffed me into a cage, throttled me and stuck her fingers in my brain to have a good poke around?! What should I do then - love her? Call her 'Mum'?!"

"You dids to the one who tried to burn thee."

Shit. Silver winced, wishing to all her gods that people would stop bringing that up.

"My Mary is ten times the Mum you are." She dares to accuse; "You might wanna spend more of your time trying to find the daughter you claim to love so much, rather than brainwashing someone else's!"

Nary's ember eyes glowed again, a short burst of flame from the top of her spine. It was hard for Silver to tell if she was glaring at her, given the lack of lips.

"There be no use me searching for my little'en. I ams awaiting till the time be right." She informed Silver.

"When's that?"

"N'er you mind, sweetling." Not Mary dismissed, as if Silver were a child too young to comprehend anything important; "All Is can promise is, by the time you wake at the next fulls moon, your sister will be arising beside you..."

Some time in the next month? While Silver will be asleep. While they'll both be asleep...

Nary cupped her chin and smiled, possibly; "And wes shall be a family."

-

Humphrey watched his daughter's expression as he finished retelling the events of the past couple of days. It was awful enough to have to explain to her, even if most of what had happened he only knew second hand.

Carefully, he stroked the back of her hair as the information sunk in.

"It doesn't make sense." Amy whispers, shocked as any of them; "I saw her. Literally, just a few hours before she woke up, I was with her. We'd just played some old school Sonic in her room. She was fine. She was...She was Silver."

"You didn't notice anything different? I know from experience sometimes folks dealing with mental health make a habit of covering it well with jokes and laughing like everything's fine. But it always feels a bit forced."

Of course he's talking about Robin, mainly. He'd been around the guy long enough to know when a 'bad spell' was on the horizon. The way he'd suddenly be a lot quieter and then, when approached, pretend to be the life of the party.

Amy shook her head; "Nothing. We just did our usual shtick. Played games, told stories about what's been going on, I passed onto her some messages from Mary. They seemed to cheer her up."

The teen rose from their little cushion pile by the fireplace and paced before him, rubbing at the arms of her hoodie.

"Slicing up her own face? Fucking hell, Silv. Did you get that idea from..." She was muttering to herself.

"What's that, Poppet?"

"N-nothing. I just...I'm trying to make sense of it. Why she'd go from typical cooky Silver to full blown crazy like that." She emphasised with a snap of her fingers.

Humphrey sighed; "There might not be a logical reason, Amy, love. Chances are she was just burying all that grief and depression for too long until it just boiled up inside her. And all it took was one little trigger, probably something we didn't even see and...."

"She loses her eyesight?"

He met her eyes, understanding the scepticism. There was a part of him that had wondered, with dread, if she had somehow blinded herself.

"Yeah, that....That is a bit of a strange symptom, I know. But she did have that aneurysm. Maybe the worse she gets, the more what killed her manifests? Robin reckons it's like when Kitty gets excited, she starts vomiting pineapple. Or how when he gets upset, all the electrics go bonkers."

"Right. I guess that might be it." She didn't look too convinced, "And you said Thomas noticed the mist was coming from Silver?"

"Did all seem to start after she woke up in that state."

"So...she's the one cutting us off?"

He hadn't put it together like that. Humphrey looked at his daughter with both surprise and a hint of pride. She was a smart cookie really.

"I don't think she knows she's doing it." He said as he connected the dots himself; "But, maybe subconsciously, she doesn't want to be seen in that state. Not by you and....especially not by her mum." He sighed; "People suffering through these sorts of things tend to hide it from those they love."

That seemed to break Amy's shell a little. She winced, her face creasing as tears forced their way up.

Humphrey quickly got up and went over to her, pulling her into a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's all right, Poppet. It's all gonna be okay." He did his best to console her, patting her head as she nestled it against his doublet; "Your friend is far from alone. Robin's with her, he's not leaving her side. Think he feels so guilty about everything lately. He won't let her down again. His friends helped him get through moments like this, we'll all help Silver too."

Amy sniffed, wiping her nose; "What the fuck am I gonna tell Mary? W-what would you wanna hear, if it was you?"

The very idea of Amy suffering some kind of major psychotic break, a victim of her own mind, broke his heart. It was devastating enough to see it happen to Silver, and Robin...

"What I'd wanna hear and what I'd need to hear are two different things, love." He said, sadly; "You gotta tell her truth. That her little girl's not in a good place but...we are all taking care of her. Promise."

He could tell that his daughter was not looking forward to have to deliver that news.

Hopefully, Mary's reaction would not have too devastating effect on the next layer.

[inboxinspirations]

60 Lyrics Starters: Tool Edition

"Seems like I've been here before."

"I know you better than I know myself."

"I am frightened too."

"I'm tired of waiting."

"What you need is someone strong to guide you."

"You are broken now, but faith can heal you."

"I'm not innocent."

"I just want to start this over."

"I am just a worthless liar."

"If I let you, you would make me destroy myself."

"Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?"

"Let me in!"

"Something has to change."

"I can help you change."

"You could be the one who saves me from my own existence."

"Who am I to judge or strike you down?"

"We are choosing to be here right now."

"All this pain is an illusion."

"Hope this is what you wanted."

"I may find comfort here."

"Don't look at me like I am a monster."

"Don't lie."

"You believed in me."

"What have I done to be worthy?"

"Who are you to wave your finger?"

"You believe me, don't you?"

"You belong to me."

"Child, wake up."

"Disembodied voices deepen my suspicious tendencies."

"Don't you dare point that at me."

"We know better."

"Shame on you."

"You're just here for me to use."

"You're not the only one I've ever had."

"Baby, I know what your problem is."

"Just do everything I tell you to do."

"He didn't wanna deal with it."

"You best get outta the way."

"Why are you running?"

"So good to see you once again."

"I should have cried then."

"You lie, cheat and steal."

"This is my love for you."

"How could I let this happen?"

"I am scared like you."

"You can't hurt me."

"There’s no other choice."

"Choices always were a problem for you."

"They are not what they claim to be."

"No one is innocent."

"Relax, turn around and take my hand."

"This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to."

"I'm so glad that I have found you."

"You're really disgusting!"

"It's no fun 'til someone dies."

"We all feed on tragedy."

"Fuckin' hypocrite."

"Am I alive, am I dead?"

"You're my peace of mind, my home, my center."

"Don't just call me pessimist."

[carpememes]

Oban Star Racers Starters (Part 3)

"I'm not the type of guy who scares easy, you know me."

"I don't even recognize you."

"You're not gonna give me the slip that easily."

"That's not really what I had in mind."

"As if the race wasn't worry enough."

"I didn't ask you here to have tea. We are here to form a temporary alliance against a common enemy."

"I want the ultimate prize and I'm ready to risk everything for it."

"I want the prize as bad as you do."

"You scared me to death. Don't ever do that again, I'm way past my prime, you know."

"The magic word opens many a door, my dear."

"They will hurt you. Badly. This is serious."

"Well, if you're so bored, why don't you just get lost?"

"Leave the prize to those who really need it. We won't miss you."

"We'll discuss your little disappearing act later, miss."

"Imagine. Two great beings standing together. We would be magnificent."

"Just like I told you. He's completely heartless."

"I've imagined this moment for a very long time. I would rush into your arms and you would hug me and all those lost years would be forgiven. But now that it's happened, I don't feel a thing."

"There's so much to explain to you. And so many reasons why you must hate me."

"I was, and I continue to be, a danger for those I love."

"I couldn't have you near me. I couldn't risk harming you as well."

"It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I did it for you."

"Why didn't you ever call me? Why didn't you ever write? Why didn't you ever visit me? WHY?"

"You think I didn't know? Everyone knew!"

"I was the one who destroyed your mother and our family."

"I saw your face so often in the magazines. I just told myself you were too busy to visit."

"I was so proud of you."

"I waited around like an idiot for the moment you'd suddenly drop from the sky without warning."

"The other children thought I was an orphan and they were right. I had no one!"

"What a joke. To you I was dead! I didn't exist!"

"I have no right to stop you, but I'd like you to reconsider."

"I destroyed my wife. And now I've destroyed my only child."

"It's no use. They can't hear you anymore."

"I want my pillow."

"Darling, what's wrong? You look so tired."

"You're pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest and take care of yourself."

"It's really you. Mother!"

"This is the last chance to win the ultimate prize. Do not let it slip through your fingers."

"We have suffered enough! We must have the truth!"

"So then, it's true. There is no ultimate prize."

"There is a prize. But perhaps not the prize you had hoped for."

"My mother died when I was young and my father just sort of split after that."

"I could never accept being separated from you."

"It is a prince's duty to sacrifice himself for the better good of his kingdom."

"All I wanted was to have a family again. And start to live, finally live!"

"We can go home now. I promise you and I will never be separated again."

"I hope I can live to see that day, but for the moment I have something to finish."

"Everything's gone. The temples, the trees, the animals..."

"We're still here. There's hope."

"It's completely my fault. Mine and no one else's."

"No one put as much of their heart and soul into this race as you did."

"He'll be fine, but he needs a lot of rest."

"Poor kid. He was completely dehydrated. He's very lucky."

"I'm not sure i can do this. I'm too young, too inexperienced."

"You boys take good care of my daughter."

"He's here alright. In the darkness."

"You are my creation. My secret weapon. My most trusted pawn."

"Deep down inside, you know I speak the truth."

"Some days I feel like none of it really happened."

"I guess I was given the ultimate prize after all."

[deputygonebye]

@wingsandarrow asked: ❝i didn’t ask for your help. ❞

Help Starters!

Akin to an untamed dog, something wild and scared, afraid to be touched but fearless in just about everything else, Daryl wasn't alone in his adventure into the woods. Even if he so wanted to be, resisted and fought until the battle turned into a stalemate. The others at their camp wouldn't allow it - Shane one of the many who voiced the opinion, public and almost on the cusp of sounding controlling. A demand rather than a suggestion, an order rather than an offer of kindness, despite having been part of the group for weeks by then, the survivors of Atlanta were weary still of Daryl. Daryl and his brother; born from the darkness of familial tragedy, the burn of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Shane didn't trust either of them to be by themselves, not totally. Uncertain, watching from a distance like a hawk, desperate to discover just who they were, those brothers. Worried for what they would do, what they could do, unease was rather held for Merle than the youngest Dixon. Innocent within the eyes - a storm of blue and gray - Daryl didn't seem the type to carelessly hurt others. Defend himself when provoked with bared teeth, surely, but unable to completely dissolve his loyal inclination, a sense of pride held for the others at camp. Daryl's true colors had shined more than once beneath Georgia's unforgiving sun.

His steps mimicking Daryl's own, Shane frowned at the words shared between them. A truthful reminder - roughened tenor that felt like a warning call - an honest statement. Daryl hadn't asked, but so did Shane follow him anyway. Listened as the birds made their calls, wisely stepped over tree roots that had become exposed on the forest floor. Carried his shotgun in firm grip; loaded and ready to be used.

"Oh, I know you didn't. But I really don't give a damn, and I'm gonna give it to you anyways." Shane replied, a cocksure smirk daring to present itself upon his lips. "You know the rules, Daryl. Nobody goes off into the woods alone. Don't matter if it's just for huntin' or checkin' traps."

Shane reminded, matching the pace of Daryl's shadow, following him as they wandered farther and farther, between trees and shrub, lush greens and rich browns. "Wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't scared the girls so bad yesterday. What you did to Lori, shootin' that buck so close to her. You could've hurt her, Daryl. Look, you and I both know you're a hell of a shot, but you can't just go around camp flingin' arrows left and right. This ain't Rawhide, and you ain't no Eastwood. You gotta think. We can't be reckless. We can't be makin' dumb mistakes or takin' chances like that, good shot or not. You gotta calm down - only reason why I'm out with you, really. Besides makin' sure you come back alive, the ladies wanted me to have a talk with you. They're a little worried about you, man. You and that brother of yours. Daryl, you boys gotta take things easy. We can't lose you two - we all need each other to survive now. Life ain't what it used to be."

[strawbrryrush]

𖤐 hello here is my official event starter call! - i put some poor little blurbs for my muses too! i just ask that it be limited to, 3 per mun! c: i'll be limiting each muse to 4 starters ty !!𖤐

𖤐elena gilbert- trying to help people-won't hesitate to fight if needed. 1/4 caroline

𖤐 homura akemi- has guns ready- being protective over madoka- but any friends she has here- she'll do her best to protect as well. isn't scared- angry more or less, sick of this shit. 0/4

𖤐jinx- thrives on chaos; thinks this is fun.. oop, 2/4 misa,cyrus

𖤐nami- she's scared, she hates it here. -if you know nami- have fun being her shield. she can fight- but would prefer not to; :(( 0/4

𖤐 tifa lockhart- she's a fighter, she's afraid don't get me wrong but knows the shit she has survived- she can take on anything. ( hopefully idk), 0/4

𖤐natalie highgrove- is it bad she's probably just?? shrugging her shoulders- she has a really idc attitude.. she'll protect her sister- her 'mom' and people she cares about- but I can't see her actively freaking out. 0/4

𖤐amber freeman- tara is who she strives to protect; she's probably amused- watching everyone run crazy. but that's because she's a little .. off :) 1/4 billy

𖤐molly- raised in a mob family, angel's twin sister- she can be fearless when needed. i'm sure she knows how to use a gun- will protect those closest to her- yeah she went to heaven?? but have u seen her family?? 0/4

𖤐elaine st john- a vampire, strives in chaos I like to think- will protect those she cares for.. but the ones she care for- are mostly vamps too, but I digressss. 0/4

𖤐vaggie- u know the angry emoji? that is vaggie- she's so done with washington's bullshit- not even scared. I mean fuck charlie doesn't remember, she's just been pissed and an angry ball lately- so this hardly phases her. 1/4 niffty

𖤐azula- can money buy us out of this one?? no but seriously shes protecting kiyi- everyone else is whatever, and as if this phases her.. -ooh maybe we can unlock some of that firebending she forgot. 1/4 aang

𖤐draculaura- SCARED, shes a vampire! but she doesn't consume blood- she doesn't like to hurt people. -so when it comes to having to defend herself- she's afraid.. help, 1/4 louise

𖤐 octavia- again another nonchalant muse- she's scared but has a powerful father- and she legit.. came from hell?? idk, probably a little stressed out- but hey even murder has no fury like pissing off her dad. 0/4

𖤐moxxie- guns ablazing- he has his millie- he's ready to kick ass.. is it not his job to already unalive humans?? what changes here- especially if he needs to defend.. 1/4 loona

𖤐michonne hawthorne- protecting rick, judith ( even if she doesnt remember) she will protect her family like she always has. you can't scare her. 0/4

𖤐martha hatter- legit that sad hamster meme- that's her. why can't the world just be happy and sunshine and rainbows?? why is there scary stuff happening, :(( 0/4

𖤐 dahlia dogan - she's a boss bitch- but can someone boss bitch their way out of this? probably not, she's probably scared but trying to act like she's tough. i can't see her hurting anyone though. 1/4 ben

𖤐 calcifer- maybe the mojo dojo casa moving house wasn't so bad! maybe he even misses it! but for real, he's annoyed- how fucking inconvenient ? he can't just play games with howl??? how rude. he will protecc 0/4

𖤐 scout too long of a fucking name- man only knows about dinosaur- kens job is beach- his job is dinosaur. i can see him maybe taking some knowledge from his... large line of family who are in medical- he can probs aid in wound care- is going to be protective. 0/4

𖤐 lucifer morningstar- oh he's fucking loves this- he thrives in chaos- he probably thinks his dad is getting a kick out of this shit. but he will protect if you're close to him, 1/4 dream

𖤐richard gecko- again man creates chaos why wouldn't he sort of thrive in it? it's annoying but the shit he's seen and been through- ez. 1/4 a xiang

𖤐lucy maclean- OKIE DOKIE!! ugh seriously she should've never left the vault- shit always goes wrong, she's tough. she can protect and defend if needed. :) 0/4

𖤐 sanna marchon- she just got back from being ded?? why?? is this happening? she's scared, but she can fight- but why must she?? u ever ask urself that,w hy.?? 0/4

𖤐 hilda teufel- protecting her girls, she doesn't care what happens to her- she just wants to make sure her lil family is okay. 0/4

𖤐teucer- :(( he's just a little guy, he's too kind for this shit. seriously he'll protect people if he must, he doesn't wanna see anyone get hurt. 0/4

𖤐 shen xingxing -annoyed, i doubt she knows how to really use any weapons?? maybe she's the type of character where you see them- they're cute and smol- but they can throw some serious punches- maybe stab u with the heel of their shoe? u get it. ya that's her. 0/4

𖤐 fionna campbell- she has a sword and a dream- i need to plot for her- but if you wanna be friends with her- they will do their damnest to protect you. c: 0/4