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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 & 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.
The best revenge is living well.
Unfortunately, we're all out of 'bitter revenge' at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.
Tell me, Is revenge a science, or an art?
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Careful, [Name]. You’re ill-suited to the revenge game.
Revenge is not sweet; it is gloomy and a waste of time.
Our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.
There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Some see an innocent victim. Others will see evil incarnate getting exactly what's deserved.
There is nothing wrong with revenge. The wrong has already been done, or there would be no need to even the score.
𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
Let the flames begin.
I swore on my knees at the altar where you held me that I would kill you.
I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time.
I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.
And you, you better run because I'm going to destroy you for what you've taken from me.
I will write your name in the ruin of them. I will paint you across history in the color of their blood.
If someone murders your child, find a machete and take his head off.
Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge.
An eye for an eye is never enough. Never, never, never.
I will grind your bones to dust.
If you have to injure someone, then make it so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
The hour is late, and the time for forgiveness has passed. This is the hour of blood.
I will be everywhere you look but nowhere to be found and that will be my revenge.
I'm going to carve my name into his soul
You don’t have any reason to be mad at me. You stole my life and I stole it back.
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˜”*°•. His gaze lingered on the woman running momentarily - his mind still trying to process everything that’d happened in mere seconds . The feeling of the cold blade at his throat, still vivid. He was aware that with the world KNOWING who he was, everything was bound to spiral further into chaos . And he was aware that the White Tower was unlike to let them get away with this victory - the Dark one as well . However, to be found there of all the places ? He hadn’t gotten time to react, hadn’t known how to react before his own power took over, pushing the attacker with immense force .
The other’s friendly attitude was ignored . Confusion creeping into his face instead, uncertainty. ❝ Who are you ? ❞ Words that echoed rather abrupty - the other’s question left unanswered.
‘ ah you must not be intimidated by me . ‘ his smile is welcoming , palms facing the younger boy with clear expression of easy trust . he's not against the aes sedai , doesn't stand with them either but he simply has to keep the peace within fellow demons who are too weak to protect themselves — especially against ones as strong as the dragon reborn . the woman whom tried to cut rand’s throat , runs to yuanzhu with a trembling voice . the taller demon has one hand behind himself and other is toying with the front of his robes . he smiles at rand . ‘ what did she do to win your rage , young man ? ‘
starter call for yuanzhu. * @thenightmareofyourdrems
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˜”*°•. Controversial had her actions been ever since the beginning of this journey . Black and white , areas that neither had stood by - they’d done things . Things they thought that were right , that could ensure humanity’s survival . They’d committed atrocities destroying innocent lives in the name of survival . So, no. She wasn’t proud of everything that she’d done. She wasn’t to claim that Marisa had no reason to be mad at her . However, she’d acted the way she’d thought that was the best considering the circumstances. So , being viewed a defector ? It didn’t feel fair.
The bitterness creeping into the other’s tone was not what she’d been prepared to face . For a brief moment , responding nothing - searching for the right words to utter . Maybe she didn’t have the right to be there indeed . Maybe her choice had resembled changing sides, doing what seemed like the condemnation of their every attempt, of years of trying to preserve their people. However, she couldn’t really think that she didn’t care for them. That she’d suddenly stopped being one of them, stopped belonging there. ❝ We all want the same thing. To see humanity survive another day. ❞ Be it on the train, in a bunker or even better on the ground itself.
❝ Do you really think I returned to do what ? Use up your resources ? ❞ Words that were spoken in the calmest manner she could possibly muster. Sure, it was easy to succumb to the challenge. To raise her voice back, to throw bitter remarks . However, she understood. Understood the fragility of the situation, the problems that kept arising, the survival looking once again impossible to achieve on the long run. She understood the weight she’d left Marisa to deal with, the issues, the chaos. Her leaving the train had not been an abandonment, though ; turning her back on her, on the people she’d spent years with ... merely a way to aid. ❝ I want to help. ❞
one could scarcely recall how many times this nagging sense of déjà vu had crept in— an estranged tension that seemed destined to evolve into an unwelcome guest, one that lingered endlessly but could, for the most part, become ignored. or at least, that’s how it had been... an endless waltz of one step forward & three steps back ; one of constant one of chops & changes, repelling arguments & searches for solace. quiet jokes & ephemeral smiles, soothing like a balm on an open wound... it had always been one of melanie’s superpowers really — this uncanny ability to conjure a genuine smile upon her face. but now marisa’s lips thinned into a hard line as she flicked on the kettle & proceeded with rummaging through the cabinets in search of coffee. as tempting as the aroma of cooked food was, her stomach merely twisted in answer to the invitation.
❝ why have you come? why now? ❞ marisa asked curtly ; her tone was sharp, her posture defensive as she crossed her arms tightly, leaning against the counter. ❝ homesick, are we? or don't they have any fresh food? oh, perhaps you came to witness how little respect they have for everything we fought so long to maintain, because i'm not sure just how much of that fresh food i will be able to preserve. ❞ her words like daggers, honed sharp by years of bitterness. it was still impossible to reconcile — the sacrifices she had made, & for what? this? but marisa herself flinched at the sharp edge in her tone, though it rang far too familiar in her mind. that ruthlessness she could so easily wield against those she once held dearest. words like bricks, constructing walls inch by inch.... something she hadn’t even recognised until now. the weight of that realisation made her draw a sharp breath.
#I make choices not because I want to | Melanie Cavill#i: melanie x marisa#cculters#(</////////////3)#for the queue is full of surprises
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˜”*°•. An eternity had she devoted to Snowpiercer - a lifetime . Every day, every hour, the train being the primary priority. Was everything in place ? Were the passengers safe ? Did they have electricity ? Food ? Peace ? It’d been a constant race against time ; fighting a war that seemed to come to no end. What did she have now ? A daughter that she loved wholeheartedly , yet an emptiness too . A disorientation. For the ground felt too stable and the sounds of the train nonexistent . Sure, there were lots to be done here as well, and sure, breaks were not to be taken for too long. However, she wasn’t sure what she even sought to begin with. Calmness ? Or constant distraction ?
Working had felt like a heaven-sent gift . She could be busy working without having to think about all that happened the last few weeks . Months. Years. She could be busy working without having to deal with her own thoughts, her own demons and a grief she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with. It was a perfect excuse. Until it wasn’t anymore. Until sitting in that room began to feel overwhelming, and the need to distract herself , immense.
It’d been only a couple of minutes before she heard her . Marisa. Truth was, they hadn’t spoken for so long … She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, how she was supposed to interact. Discomfort still palpable between them. Uncertainty. And yet, a small smile was offered regardless. ❝ The train’s engineer can be full of surprises . ❞ Not that whatever she was making was that impressive . It was still better than nothing, though. ❝ It is almost ready if you want some . ❞
@thenightmareofyourdrems sent : 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night .
such a mess. that’s what everything had devolved into. chaos had taken root, spreading its tendrils through every corner. just when it seemed things couldn’t possibly worsen, life found new ways to rub salt into the wound. once, they could be measured in revolutions, but now even the distance between two junctions offered no reprieve before the next storm struck. filth piled upon filth ; fresh grime layering itself over the ghosts of the past... marisa found herself staring vacantly at the laptop screen for the fifth time in an hour. work had always been her refuge from troubling thoughts & feelings. or perhaps it was the control — a scarcity she now felt acutely with those soldiers onboard & the manner in which they conducted their mission. at this rate, there would be scant humanity remaining to savour the fruits of such hard work.
marisa returned the test tube to the rack & massaged her temples as she stood ; the faint smell of chemicals lingered, clinging to the sterile air like an uninvited guest. another cup of coffee felt like a tempting prospect— or perhaps she would find something stronger mix with caffeine. it felt uncanny, walking those corridors without the familiar sway of the train cars beneath her feet. snowpiercer has been idle for past half hour now... a fact she would much rather dismiss than dwell on repeatedly ; where they were, the silent march across the border at this late hour, the exchanged information, equipment & supplies, & whatever lay beyond the open train door. & whoever — likely tucked away in the depths of the silo.
people these days seized every fleeting moment to recover their strength after hours of grueling labour. she certainly hadn’t expected anyone to be in the kitchen near the lab car at this ungodly hour — least of all her. marisa paused at the doorway, her gaze fixing on the figure standing with her back turned. the sight of her — serene yet tense, poised yet shadowed by something unseen — pulled a sharp breath from marisa’s lips, her heartbeat faltering in its rhythm. ❝ fancy seeing they’ve let you off the leash for once, ❞ marisa remarked, her voice measured yet tinged with hesitation, hushed as though unwilling to fracture the quiet ; no clatter of metal, no rhythmic roll of wheels. just silence. like the one that had stretched, unbroken, between them for weeks. & she’d long suspected there was no one actively stopping melanie from walking back onto the train to begin with. stepping into the kitchen, she added, ❝ didn’t realize the train’s engineer also moonlights as a chef, ❞ & set the kettle under the tap, filling it with water as her gaze wandered, not so discreetly, over the other woman’s features, searching for any signs of unease, any hint of what sort of regime the silo had descended into.
#I make choices not because I want to | Melanie Cavill#i: melanie x marisa#cculters#for the queue is full of surprises
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˜”*°•. Beautiful would have life been, if his suggestion had been possible. Nonexistent would have problems been if words could have indeed functioned. However, a fairytale was not what they lived in. She could scream all she wanted, she could lash out, mess the rehearsals up over and over again . They wouldn’t be touched, they wouldn’t care enough to ALLOW delays. She’d won a whole Grammy, she couldn’t just disappear from the scene. ❝ You think it’s that easy ? ❞ Tone that carried something the accusatory. He thought she wouldn’t have given up on everything, taken a week to breath if she could ? She would be sued, she would be yelled at, she would be simply destroyed.
To continue like this was not the way to go , she knew. She could already feel herself on the verge of collapsing. And it wasn’t just the substances or th alcohol ; it was her whole emotional state. ❝ Am I bad person ? ❞ Question that she wasn’t sure if it was herself asking or whatever she had consumed. But she couldn’t help but feel like she was. Like she was a horrible human being, messing up everything she ever had, taking with her everyone around her too. ❝ My own boyfriend says that I am. ❞ That she was intolerable. Infuriarting. A huge mistake.
❝ Fuck. This is pathetic. ❞ She finally said letting both her arms drop to the sides. This was ridiculous, she was being ridiculous. A deep breath was taken - why couldn’t she simply disappear ? ❝ Will you come to the concert ? I could have the best seat reserved for you. ❞ A change of subject - but then, she wanted him to be there too. Wanted to know that among the thousands unknown faces, there’d be a familiar one. A comforting one.
It was in these most tense moments that he would have liked some power over that golden butterfly that appeared from time to time. An golden butterfly which would include the performance to be carried out in front of a metaphorical theatre enclosure, enjoying the glow of the spotlights … and yet, he wasn't sure if such presence, able to be touched, present at her side, would bring the reassurance he desired to give her right now. For an half-blood living in middle of shadows, who barely perceived the slight of lightness, as unknown that world of masks remained, having that fragment of that deity caused him soothing feelings --- though mostly connected towards the terror other people sensed around him than another domain Deimos was living around. Nevertheless, it seemed, right now, single desire to giving her that support answered something that cannot been seen. Though, he disliked the impression of foreshadowing. Though, he remained further uncertain why he sensed some kind of invisible excitement concerning performance art. He wouldn't probably never understand. He was bonded to the world of darkness when he cannot be perceived, barely could be seen, and didn't sensed he was rightful to ask the light. Even as someone considered as an hero, he was living inside shadows of the Poseidon's son or whatever other half-blood having more importance. Nevertheless, he empathized with her confession. At single difference him could. Him, could disappear out of the mortal world, without having sensation to create a difference coming from it, when the other side with spirits was comforting. She couldn't. She was requested to perform no matter what. She was asked to keep up that illusion no matter what. Dramatically, he sensed there was repetition. These feelings has been shared before.
❝ You need a break far away of the spotlights, for yourself. ❞ He confirmed gently, when he wished nothing of his future words would cause more harm than intented. Tragically, since she was speaking to someone knowing mostly the shadows, her world was something he could admire, searching to understand, and yet, feeling somewhere he remained that observer facing a script of a play that was being rehearsed. Deimos protection always has been made within his invisible presence, and he never see him to begin with --- and yet, that sentiment he might appear someday if he failed to his wish, generated discomfort. There was an understanding smile over her situation, but coming from his lips, how he was supposed to say ? ❝ You need to tell them to postpone this tour by a few weeks, a few months. Tell them you need time for yourself, and that you are not ready and that forcing your hand will only shatter the illusion of brilliance they seeks. ❞ He had expressed a word as if this simple term summed up almost everything that concerned her, and that he would have preferred not to realize obligatory and tiring aspect of such a performance, as if he had discovered something enormously intrusive. ❝ If necessary, I will speak to your mother. If weight of your words isn't enough, I can try to convince her of importance of a break. ❞ Everything about his expression was a confession of a distress he had never been able to shake, but there was a complete lack of mask about it. To live perpetually in this golden light of exhibition, to give glitters that had to be constantly reworked, to live constantly under the gaze of others, that seemed to him to be another dimension of a perpetual torture … If he could, he would transmit this golden butterfly that he also carried this weight. This simple appearance would say enough about the fragility that could be the ardent light of the theater … although for him this sun would be unattainable. ❝ The illusion must be broken before circumstances push the same result. That's what you want. ❞
#you are not in control | Skye Riley#i: skye x nico#lightcreators#tw: intoxication#for the queue is full of surprises
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#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!
Thank you so so much! Honestly, same goes to you and I love our plots so much💙💙💙
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˜”*°•. To have the attention diverted to herself was not what she needed at the moment . It was a small cut, a mere discomfort, nothing more . Still, she let the other examine it , check on her for the worry to fade away. Then, they could focus on the ACTUAL problem at hand .
❝ Which are ? ❞ Question escaped her curious as the other walked up to the window. Marisa was one of the very few people aboard that she knew that understood the place, after all. That understood Wilford. Which was why her theories were in fact more than welcome. It made no sense , after all; sure Joseph liked being in control, however handling the train like that ? Chnging route without anyone knowing ? It was reckless. Too reckless to be done without an extremely good reason.
❝ Yes, I will tell you. ❞ She assured her - her tone , though , betraying a certain annoyance . Still, she walked up to the window to check for herself. ❝ It doesn’t make sense. ❞ They had INDEED changed route , gone one of the most unstable ways possible. This was not just the Big Alice they were controlling anymore. They had too much weight to carry, too many variables to calculate before even PONDERING the possibility of going up that track. ❝ Did anyone mention something ? Joseph ? Ben ? We already had issues going that way with JUST Big Alice. ❞
❝ that hardly looked like nothing, ❞ marisa remarked, a slight line forming between her brows, betraying genuine concern — although it barely touched the surface of the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. however minor the cut, sometimes it was the smallest wounds that caused the deepest harm, unseen swellings like hidden barbs or spillers. ❝ let me have a look, ❞ she said with the air of professionalism & detachment that usually came effortlessly — but not so much where the girl was concerned. it was imperative to tread carefully around the teenager, she observed, keeping a distance that might make alexandra less inclined to slip away. as she drew closer, her fingers gently traced the skin around the cut, pondering alexandra's remark.
❝ if we did, there are only two possibilities. ❞ her frown deepened. one of the two options made absolutely no sense. if joseph had decided to change course, he couldn’t do so without bennett… & the question lingered — if that was the case, why would he neglect to inform both of them in the first place? her gaze narrowing as if to pierce through those opaque motives.
still, she tilted alexandra's head gently towards the light, her eyes watchful of the pupils & their response to sudden change of light coming its way. yet a mere moment later, she stepped back. ❝ if you start feeling unwell, tell me at once. ❞ leaving no room for argument, she was already striding towards the window, drawing back the blinds. high across the smooth expanse of frozen ground, the engine had indeed veered ��left toward the hillside…
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CONFLICT || short askbox prompts to initiate conflict
you're fucking kidding me, right?
stop. just -- stop.
you don't care about anyone but yourself.
you were a mistake.
hit me, then.
fuck you.
get fucked.
screw you, dude.
i swear to God if you don't shut up . . .
don't fucking touch me.
do us both a favor and just die.
you're a joke.
you really think you have the upper hand?
you'll have to kill me, then.
i wasted so much time on you.
i saw what you did.
i'm going to turn you in.
you can't hide from the truth.
the law will catch up to you, just wait and see.
you must think you're untouchable.
your secret is out.
are you threatening me?
am i supposed to be afraid of you?
you don't scare me.
was that your plan?
you're pathetic.
how do you live with yourself?
how do you sleep at night?
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˜”*°•. It was interesting ; just how much of a different life the two of them possessed . How much different of people they were . Yet, somehow , she felt like they could understand each other . Maybe she was stuck in a downspiral that felt so little in front of everything the other had to deal with . Perhaps her problems were so ridiculous in front of everything he had to narrate . However, still somehow, she felt like he was the only person in the entire world she could have a conversation with . The one person that expected nothing of her, no forced smile, no glow, no pretend. And for that, she couldn’t NOT be more appreciative than this.
❝ What happened ? ❞ Question about him experiencing something similar escaped her lips . She honestly couldn’t imagine what power beyond the ordinary would look like. Would it make them all happier ? All more desperate ? She couldn’t even imagine what SHE would’ve done if she’d ever possessed it. Probably not something good if she could judge from her own past decisions. ❝ Well , it’s what people do, isn’t it ? They do take something nice, and they just use it in the worst way possible. ❞ It wasn’t just the power beyond the human realms ; it was every little thing that could be touched. Chances turning into ash. Money turning into pain . So, the power he was talking about ? Well, it would set the world on fire in less than a day if they ever got a taste of it.
Gaze remained hesitant, when at the moment he stopped expressing that sentence, there was an remnant of shame to have started that subject. He didn't know how to speak about it. He didn't know how to giving her a clue about how he was living. He didn't know neither what she was imagining of his daily life when he was away : enjoying himself in middle of school, having pleasure inside the modern world, having an group of friends ? Outside when he was enjoying an McDonalds once in a while, and always taking more for be offering for ghosts, he rarely showed something else of his usual existence of an half-blood. He was similar to an antique ruin who had been welcomed to discover another portion of the world, and yet, as mythological as he remained, he wasn't belonging to the mortal realm. Regardless where it can be, other monsters would want him dead because of his mere existence. Other Gods or other half-blood might turn out wanting his life for influence reason, and responsabilities associated to the Underworld didn't wanting him in an most pleased position. Responsabilities who came with his position, he used it for searching to create goodness within his way. Responsabilities of his abilities were to bring comfort with spirits, and giving to the dead an soothing landscape.
Uncertaintly resonated yet within his eyes. Broken smile showed up inside his expression. His great power came with the need to take a big nap if he used it too much. He was playing with his life every time he was using too much his abilities --- who were powerful in exchange. He shook his head. ❝ I couldn't resurrect my sister in time. We becomes an easy target without these powers, who is unable to defend themselves, and I have no doubt that a god who hates me would get rid of me. I have my life in my hands with this power, just my life. I can influence the lives of others in other ways, but it will cost me. I have seen… I have already seen the horror that mortals can do with power. They crush others. They control others. They subjugate others. ❞ Sadness remained inside his features. ❝ I have experienced it a long time ago … ❞ He noted. ❝ I'm aware of weighting it can be and how much it's weight my father every day to protect people. ❞
#you are not in control | Skye Riley#i: skye x nico#lightcreators#for the queue is full of surprises
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˜”*°•. What was she talking about ? She turned to the man’s direction, hoping he’s still there, still smiling. Hoping that the other will see him too , that everyone will see that she wasn’t losing her mind, that she wasn’t imagining things. That there was indeed something extremely wrong happening. Yet, there was nothing, none . Just an empty corridor and a woman looking much confused. ❝ What the ... ? ❞ Her imagination . It was merely her imagination. Nothing to spoil her reputation with in front of a stranger. Nothing to get her to describe the last few days to anyone . She was fine. It was fine . Everything was going to be fine. And so, she forced her usual façade back . She was right. She was Skye Riley and she wasn’t supposed to act like she’d relapsed.
❝ It’s okay. I must have misseen. ❞ An explanation she was well-aware that’d convince none, however did it matter ? Most people were satisfied with a lie, not really wishing to get involved in others’ problems. The woman was a stranger, after all ; why would she care ? ❝ Skye. Yes . ❞ She nodded with a small friendly smile - her eyes still momentarily checking behind the other, though . Nothing. How could he have simply disappeared? ❝ I am sorry . This was NOT the best first impression I could have made. ❞
An open mind could go a long way. And well Alexis had learnt a long time ago to keep a big open mind with all the things she'd seen. Something here hadn't felt right... she'd felt it in her gut. Despite not having witnessed anything herself, she wasn't going to let that get in the way. No... something was off. Especially when Skye had come barrelling towards her, Alexis was on alert.
Letting Skye get her composer, she glanced around. What was she running for? The question had left her lips almost immediately. "He?" She's looking behind her now, but her eyes see nothing. Still she wouldn't dismiss this. Weird was right up her alley. "No, no I'm sorry I didn't.... are you alright? Whoever he is, he must have given you a fright. Why don't you take a breath and maybe I can help..?" A pause. "It's Skye Riley right? The singer? I'm Alex."
#you are not in control | Skye Riley#i: skye x alexis#c0mplex-heroes#for the queue is full of surprises
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Friendship Starters, Vol. 4
(Sentences for friends, with an assortment of feelings. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"Do you need me to set you up on a date?"
"I didn't know you were musical!"
"I still think this is deeply irresponsible - and believe me, I would know!"
"What, you admire him now?"
"I'm glad you choose to see me the way you do."
"You look so pretty in that dress!"
"Remember that conversation we had about personal space?"
"So, you two are friends now?"
"You take care of me. You've always taken care of me."
"You may not be having fun, but I am!"
"I didn't know you could cook!"
"I thought you had a way with women?"
"I know you. Something isn't right. I can tell by your voice."
"The things I'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me."
"Well, if that's the problem, then there's no problem!"
"We're a hell of a team, you and me!"
"You're in my pyjamas!"
"You know what I need after a day like today? A strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream."
"I hate to say it, but your life sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than mine does right now."
"Smile for the camera!"
"I've spent six years perfecting my recipe! You must try it!"
"I never knew you had a sense of humour!"
"I brought you some groceries, in case you're not eating."
"You have been distracted all evening. I can see that."
"You do whatever you need to do and I'll understand."
"When was it that you lost your imagination?"
"Stop making me laugh! It hurts!"
"You're the most wonderful man in the whole wonderful world!"
"You better not be fucking with me again!"
"Do me one last favour, for old time's sake?"
"Look at that! I taught you to smile!"
"Did you ever have a nickname? Would you like one? Come on, I'm really good at them!"
"I'm not Robin, am I? You know, like Batman and Robin."
"What? Have I got something in my teeth?"
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@cculters sent: How badly are you hurt?
˜”*°•. For a brief moment , she looked over her hand . The blood from her forehead the least of her concerns at the moment . She wasn’t even sure how she’d lost her balance and fallen after having spent practically her whole life onboard. ❝ I will live . ❞ Was her mere response . The pain was barely there , after all, while the people of both the Snowpiercer and Big Alice had seen much worse than an inane wound on the forehead. ❝ Thought we weren’t going anywhere near the mountains till next week . ❞ However, this couldn’t be the track she was talking about either way. She’d BEEN in the engine that day. So, question still remained, why had the train shaken that bad ? ❝ Did we change direction ? ❞
#freedom probably has to be messy | Alexandra Cavill#i: alex x marisa#cculters#for the queue is full of surprise
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Concerned Sentences, Vol. 9
(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I know you need my help."
"I'm assuming that you want to keep doing this? That it's not too stressful for you?"
"You have some very 'interesting' friends."
"You didn't get that urge you get? You know, to do something silly?"
"Do I need to worry about you?"
"I know you. Something isn't right. I can tell by your voice."
"They think you're behaving foolishly. I must say, I agree."
"Why do you look so glum?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Tell me who gave you those scars."
"What can I do to stop you from this insane behaviour?"
"You see this? This is why I worry!"
"Children do not simply forget trauma. No one simply forgets."
"How badly are you hurt?"
"I can delay this, but it won't go away."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You don't have to live in the past. Just let it go."
"You can't keep denying what you are."
"Is this you talking or him?"
"It doesn't make you any stronger going through this alone."
"There's bad, and there's bad."
"This isn't like you!"
"Promise me that you won't do anything desperate?"
"I thought you were going to quit?"
"Why do you have to be special? Why can't you just be you?"
"Why are you so tense?"
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@pseudodead sent: we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened
˜”*°•. IT WAS ALL GOING DOWNHILLS . Months had he spent searching for a cure . Sneaking into the library at night, reading every book, every note . Nowhere would he find the solution , though . Nothing would be capable of ceasing his sister’s torment . And the days had been passing, her curse had been worsening - the lightness, the vibrant smile, all slowly fading away. Yet, he could do nothing . Nothing but argue with her, with Ominis, with his uncle, with EVERYONE . However, arguments were going to heal none and his uncle was already preparing to take her away. He had NEEDED to distract himself. Something to help him keep his mind off this madness . And fighting spiders in the Forbidden Forest ? Well, it'd looked like the cleverest option - until he'd slipped, fallen, making his wand break in half. ❝ I just fell. That was all. ❞ Were the words to finally escape his lips - as hesitant as they might’ve sounded.
#just enough to keep me well-rounded | Sebastian Sallow#i: sebastian x thomas#pseudodead#for the queue is full of surprises
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@lightcreators sent: did you think i wasn't going to notice?
˜”*°•. TIRED. Tired was such a small word to describe what he felt . Responsibility well-chased , even during his first day in the maze . He’d been curious. He’d been disobedient. He’d been SEEKING the truth . What happened, when the truth became too scary to endure , though ? What happened, when revelations came with responsibilities ? What happened, when suddenly the lives of everyone were lying in his hands, and every mistake he made, led to someone’s death ? Someone, who trusted him , followed him, believed in him. Someone that he bitterly failed .
Still, at the sound of the other’s question, confusion crept into his face. For a moment, uncertain of what the other was even talking about . ❝ I don’t think I follow . ❞ Came the words similarly confused.
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˜”*°•. HE DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR EMOTIONAL NONSENSE. His life had turned into a maddening race . A war against time . Every step towards what should be the SALVATION OF THE WORLD, setting the timeline on fire. It didn’t matter what he did, how many different directions he followed ; it’d all lead to a big pile of ABSOLUTE nothingness. So, if his brother wanted to toss monologues about how unfair life was, well … HE WASN’T ALONE .
❝ Maybe if you were being CONCENTRATED, we wouldn’t be doing that. ❞ Response that came abrupt. Yet, who exactly in this family WAS focused ? All their siblings could reach the same levels of insufferable if they wanted to. So, sure. Maybe he was talking down to Klaus, he was talking down to everyone else too, though. ❝ And just in case you haven’t noticed, I am not exactly complimenting the others either. ❞ He loved them, he cared for them, he wanted to help them survive - did that mean they were not intolerable, though ? Did that mean he wouldn’t call them brainless ? Useless ?
❝ Now can we focus on the ACTUAL problem ? ❞ Being happy and healthy and fine with themselves would’ve been a great achievement indeed. However, he still believed that staying ALIVE was the primary target at the moment.
@river-o-lethe | Continual
#it would if you were smarter | Five Hargreeves#i: five x klaus#river-o-lethe#(family therapy is what this family needs)#(and social skills)
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You've gotta submit something!
"I'm panicking."
"Nothing is ready!"
"I haven't written anything yet."
"I don't know what I'm doing."
"We're running out of time!"
"Is it meant to do that?!"
"Was that the right option?"
"I can't decide!"
"I can't get this finished in time."
"We're going to fail."
"You're going to fail."
"I'm going to fail."
"You can't just write the same thing over and over."
"What are you trying to acheive?"
"You don't know what you're doing!"
"How did you even get this job?"
"Man, you're useless, huh?"
"What happens if I don't finish in time?"
"I've forgotten everything I've ever written ever. In my life."
"I know I read about this, I know I did."
"Just send anything!"
"It's better to half ass something than no ass it!"
"My ass is on the line."
"This wasn't meant to happen, I was meant to have more time."
"You can't make me do that now!"
"I'm going to figure it out, just let me breathe."
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