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In the bg3 verse, Evan chops wood in order to find peace while at camp. It was a way they trained children in the cult, but she always enjoyed it more than the others seemed to. It was something she could do and know that as long as she was being effective, she would be left alone. There were variables that affected her success in many things while she was with the cult, her soft little heart not really up to the task of pleasing Zuggtmoy's whims the way she needed to all the time, but the one thing she had always been good at was hard work. It's relaxing, knowing that she can always at least do that right.

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Morrigan: I want to do a blood magic

Me: and you're so right for that, let me help

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@v011d liked for a starter!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— It was a slow day at Burn n Brew, leaving Nova with time on her hands as she kept watch over the shop. It was hard not to get in her head about the business not being what it had been before, but she was trying her best to keep things positive. As much as she wanted to blame herself and the years she'd spent wandering Hell for her lack of business, she knew what it really was.

Extermination Day was just a day away. Oddly enough, she was almost looking forward to it- she'd been planning to fight back since she'd gotten the shop up and running. She was in a better place to do so than other sinners, and she had a hard time separating that fact from the responsibility it put on her shoulders. If she could kill even a few of them, it would mean that others in Hell got to live.

It could also serve as a loud and hardy fuck you to Michael. She didn't know how things worked up there, but she had a feeling that a sinner who could burn their soldiers with holy flame might get back around to him.

The bell rang above the door, signaling that someone dared come into the empty shop. Looking up from the latte art she was trying to perfect, her eyes widened as she saw a face she hadn't thought she'd be able to see again. "Lupin?"

His whispered name came out without her meaning to let it, her hands instantly trembling as she set the milk down, her eyes never leaving his. She hadn't known what happened to him when she died, and that had been a long while ago, anyways. Her skin crawled as she thought about just how different she looked, now. Not the woman he loved anymore, but a sinner with greyed and speckled skin, bunny ears, tail, and nose. Wings, though one of them was twisted and gnarled. Would he even know who she was? Did she want him to? He had known such a different version of herself, and she wasn't sure if he would love her and all her spikey rage quite the same way.

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What if I said I really wanted to make starters for the Hazbin / Hellaverse. What if I said Nova was rattling the bars of her cage. What if I said pls like for Nova and probably some coffee while she's at it.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— "Sounds good! Keep warm while you're out there," Evan said absentmindedly as she worked on meticulously crafting a night sky onto a cupcake, her mind running away with itself as he left the room. Feeling safe was a rarity for Evan, and had been most of her life- she knew there was always something she needed to be watching out for ever since she could remember, well... Anything. It was a driving force that kept her walking on a tight rope throughout most of her life. One small step taken incorrectly, and that was that. Sometimes she didn't know which would be worse, the death that trailed behind her in all of her careful steps, or Verlice's eyeing her the whole time. Wherever he was, she knew he was waiting for her to make that one mistake that sent her crashing towards the ground; knew he would be ready to claim her freedom afterwards.

Not around Chris, though. He was in a tough situation, being her friend, and she knew it. She knew it was a risk for him to stick around, but he did it anyways. It was so brave it was hard to argue with, when he knew all the risks as well as he did. Maybe if she was a better person, she would have argued. Maybe she was signing away both of their freedoms by continuing to hang around. How was she supposed to tell him no, though? He was so much more sure of himself than she was- would her protecting him by leaving even come off that way? Or would it be insulting?

Insulting or not... She couldn't do it. She couldn't say no to the safety and the familiarity she felt around him. Like home. Where she could be herself.

She was just finishing her second cupcake when she heard him, putting the icing aside and running out to meet him without sparing another thought. Emerald hues were wide and full of fear as they met his for a moment before darting around the darkness around them. Quas being quiet and gone didn't add up- if something happened, he would have told Chris. She knew that. Which... Which meant something bad had happened to him. Before he could tell him.

Two people came to mind, and although she normally tried to shy away from those haunting figures in her mind, she made herself linger on them. As sick as it made her to think it, she had to acknowledge that the scene around them was too quiet and too clean to be her mother's doing. Her mom was too frenzied and hateful to catch Quas by surprise. It was too professional.

She knew what professional meant.

"I- um. W-We should get inside, Chris. We'll... We'll get him back, but we can't talk out here," she whispered desperately, "please. I promise."

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There was no one sweeter than Chris Luna. Out of all the Lunas, he would be the first to offer you any help you may need. Whether it was a warm meal, a safe place to stay, or even the shirt off of his back. Chris would always be there to help out anyone. Especially if they were non human.

But even the kindest people had their limits.

Much like his mother before him, he had a small list of things that angered. 1, don't reveal his hidden poems and drawings to his crush. 2, don't take advantage of his time and kindness. 3, and most important, don't EVER mess with his close ones.

Friends, family, and especially the two familiars he spoiled on the daily.

Who knows what an angry and magic infused Chris would do if someone messed with his loved ones!

On a seemingly avergae visit from Evan, Chris happily offered her some lessons on baking while Quas kept watch. When your friend had a group of scientist after her, you wanted someone to keep watch just in case they got any funny ideas. Little did he know they had a hilarious idea involving his hellhound.

Quas's red eyes scanned the area for any potential threats. Anyone who dared tread on Luna's with ill intent would feel the flames of hell. Unfortunately, he felt a prick in his neck...and everything slowly went dark.

"Hmm...Quas hasn't said anything in a while," Chris mused as he wipes his hands. "If you feel cozy, you can decorate the cupecakes while I check on the little dude."

He offers her a smile before he makes his way outside. Evan would soon hear something she had never heard from the baker. After what seemed like 10 minutes, Quas could not be found. Those soft brown hues scanned the area and found a small note on the bench near Quas's spot.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS QUAS!?"

His voice echoed through the bakery, a wave of purple mana soon following.

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I am loved! 😊 [white knuckle gripping the sink unable to meet my own bloodshot eyes]

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Obligatory I'm here post so I can kick my own ass into getting some writing done! My attention span has been Bad this last week or so, so I'm sorry I haven't been getting much done. I'm chipping away at everything, though <3 Thanks for your patience and interest

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Alright, I'm eepy and I can no longer deny it. Sorry for not getting anything done today, but rest assured that progress was made! I'll be here tomorrow to finish that and hopefully more. I'll be on discord for the night!

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Howdy folks! I'm here for the evening, and I'm gonna try to get some stuff done! I'll be around on discord as well, so feel free to say hi and plot if we're mutuals and you'd like! ( .maxtopher )

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Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

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PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

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Not gonna lie, folks, I feel kinda awful today. I'm going to attempt some of my drafts, but I'm not sure if much will actually be completed today, if anything. I'm gonna try, though!

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@littlehxwls asked; ❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Both Jacky's words and the volume at which he had said them had Evan's hair standing up on edge. She couldn't do this- not now. What did he think she was worth? Letting Verlice get his hands on all three of them? That was what she had in her future if she didn't leave, and she couldn't dare ask Jacky or Noa to put themselves at risk like that. Her confession was already there- she'd left it on the body with a come catch me attached to it. She knew the note would find him, and it was all she could hope that his twisted excitement would keep him from thinking of her loved ones.

Sighing and pulling him into the house, which still reeked of blood even to her nose, she shut both of them in so that no one could hear anything else, if they so happened to pass by. "Jacky," Evan breathed, much too calm for the situation at hand. She was beaten black and blue, two black eyes and fingerprints peeking out from above her turtleneck were already forming with a cut across her left cheek and more hidden by her clothes. It was all she could do to try to keep her limp under wraps, but she was doing her best. She didn't need to worry him anymore than she already was. "Listen. I... I tried, okay? I tried to be good and I tried... I tried to be human. But I'm not. I know you're not either, but that's part of the reason I have to go."

At least her mom was hidden behind the couch, but then again, at his height, Jacky would probably see her. She guessed there really wasn't much to do about that. "Verlice is going to come after me for this. I know he is. So I... I have to end it. I can't live being afraid all the time anymore, especially when I know he could use Noa against me now. So you have to stay here- you have to-you have to protect her. And I have to run. It's just... It's just the way it is." She was trying hard to separate herself from this emotionally, but not being there to protect Noa herself... It killed her. It ripped her apart more than her mother had, but there were no other options. Her mom took them all away.

Tears spilled silently down her cheeks, holding herself up by leaning against the door, "just... Tell her I love her. And I'm sorry. Please. That's... She's the best thing I had. I don't want her to get confused about that... Ever. I need both of you to be okay."

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&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— "I-I'm good! Promise, I, uh, I don't need... I don't need any doctors," her words tumbled out too quickly, eyes snapping up to meet his. It was a rare crack in her mask, the panic showing clear in deep emerald hues. The worry she saw reflected back normally would have had her acquiescing to his desires, but she couldn't. She had seen enough lab coats for ten lifetimes, and despite the fact that she had seen bone through the cut on her finger, she knew it would just heal over within a few days anyway. Not only would it be unpleasant, but she would be wasting medical equipment and professional time.

The moment passed and she looked down again, clearing her throat as she did her best to keep Verlice from her mind. He was somewhere in the desert, and she was safe within the trees. She was supposed to be making herself dinner so that she could observe nocturnal species later on, anyways. "Sorry, I just... I heal quick anyways. I'd just be taking up space. Um. Anyways. I need to clean the knives and the cutting board and start over, but I brought enough for both of us to eat. You helped me, so- sit. Let me at least feed you for your time," she more or less commanded him, leading the conversation away from her anxious response to his help.

However she was going to wash her dishes without getting her wrapped finger wet... Well, she wasn't above struggling with that in front of someone, and was stubborn enough to keep any helping hands away. "Billy'd tell my dad if I brought too much food back, anyways. Help be my cover and get a free meal?"

It was almost funny considering if anyone should be apologizing it was him. The mental image of her apologizing to a monster was keeping that smile on his face. That's what he was, wasn't it? A killer, no matter how much he tried to curb his diet with animals. Shaking his head, he finished the patch work and wrapped a bandage around it the wound.

Good thing Carlisle always requested they take a med kit when they went out hunting. He closed it with a small click before speaking.

"It's no trouble, really. My father taught me a bit about tending to injuries so it wasn't too difficult. How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" He inquired softly, worry clear in dark honey hues. They had been so bright just a little earlier, having changed thanks to the fact he hadn't gotten a chance to finish his hunt. Even his throat felt dry.

"If you need to get checked out I could give you a lift?"

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Letting Edward take care of her wound wasn't ideal by any means- if he was out in the woods, it probably meant that he was trying to get away from people. It was so disgustingly like her to inconvenience someone, even in the middle of nowhere. At least that line of thinking was keeping her mind off of the worse she had spoken about a moment before. She'd take guilt over a memory just about any day.

"I guess you could say that, sort of," she sighed, though she tried to sound a little more lively than she was feeling, keeping emerald hues locked on the gash he almost had fixed up on her finger. "I... I'm sorry, again. I'm sure this isn't what you wanted to do when you went for a hike." Or whatever it was he was up to out here- wasn't really her business.

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I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES ; Lingua Ignota

Take hold of my gentle axe and split him open, Gather up my quiet hammer and nail him down, Use any of your heavenly means, Your golden scythe, your holy sword, your fiery arrows studded with stars, I don't give a fuck, Just kill him! You have to, I'm not asking!