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          ❝ HAHAHAHAHA! YES, THAT’S IT--- SING LOUDER YOUR ILL-FATED PROMISES! ❞

          ❝ WHAT A MAGNIFICENT SOUND THEY SHALL MAKE...! ❞

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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reapplying for antonio salieri (avenger) from fate! app can be found through the navigation menu

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 332!

You’ll retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy!

~ mod bellatrix

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(     *     THE RUNEMARKS SERIES PROMPTS   !    

——     joanne harris.

❛  a thing named is a thing tamed.  ❜

❛  in any case, fire burns; that’s its nature, and you can’t expect to change that.  ❜

❛  the dead know everything but they don’t give a damn.  ❜

❛  i speak as i must and cannot be silent.  ❜

❛  what happened to the presumption of innocence?  ❜

❛  anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers.  ❜

❛  what’s a name? wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another.  ❜

❛  was it my fault that i got out of hand?  ❜

❛  anything that can be dreamed is true.  ❜

❛  nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.  ❜

❛  when lies don’t help, try telling the truth.  ❜

❛  when lies don’t help, tell better lies.  ❜

❛  if i’m going to die today, the least i can do is look fabulous while i’m doing it.  ❜

❛  we’re gods, not saints.  ❜

❛  everyone lies. everyone cheats. everyone scores off everyone else.  ❜

❛  after all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done.  ❜

❛  words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history.  ❜

❛  a story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains.  ❜

❛  change isn’t always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.  ❜

❛  the difference between a god and a demon is really only a matter of perspective.  ❜

❛  i sensed that this was an experience i would want to avoid as often as possible.  ❜

❛  always look on the bright side. and if there is no bright side? look away.  ❜

❛  they tell you revenge isn’t worth it. i say there’s nothing finer.  ❜

❛  an apple a day keeps the doctor away. no one’s immune to bribery.  ❜

❛  with the right words you can build a world and make yourself the king of it.  ❜

❛  the dead know everything, but don’t give a damn.  ❜

❛  most problems can be solved through cake.  ❜

❛  clever folk aren’t popular, by and large. they arouse suspicion. they don’t fit in.  ❜

❛  there’s good news and slightly less good news.  ❜

❛  even the damned can dream — in fact, it’s part of their torment.  ❜

❛  a man often meets his destiny running to avoid it.  ❜

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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          ❝ I WONDER WHAT KIND OF SOUND WILL ECHO WHEN WE BRING CHALDEA TO THE GROUND. ❞ He’s speaks in jest-- mostly.

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send me a heart to learn something about my muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse's ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

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I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

Nonverbal RP Starters

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✞ LACRIMOSA.

     SILENCE. NAUGHT BUT THE WHISPER OF A BUDDING FLAME as it crept from the wilted candle and reached for the paper littering the writing desk. But he could hear nothing; a prisoner of voices not his own. A mirror laid in pieces, scattered across the hardwood floor, glistening in the failing light, and its shards could see every inch of this Hell. 

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✞ LACRIMOSA.

     SILENCE. NAUGHT BUT THE WHISPER OF A BUDDING FLAME as it crept from the wilted candle and reached for the paper littering the writing desk. But he could hear nothing; a prisoner of voices not his own. A mirror laid in pieces, scattered across the hardwood floor, glistening in the failing light, and its shards could see every inch of this Hell. 

     Scarcely moving otherwise, not even the quake of a muscle, the man clad in red tipped his head ever slightly to note his reflection in a sliver of mirror, only to see a monster looking back. He was broken, distorted by a vengeance that was not his to have, and he could never put himself back together again. Shifting his gaze once more, it fell upon his own-- a ghost but of flesh and blood limp beneath him, the long and thin wooden blade of a strange weapon driven through his heart. 

     Red blossomed like ink held to parchment at his chest, crawling through the fabric of his shirt, and when the man of the grey peered aside, he found his own hand at its hilt. He then watched as the colour faded from his own eyes, his own face, as if he were his own reflection come to life. Fresh blood welled from his throat one final time, breaching his parted lips and spilling down his chin, before he went still in the arms of his murderer. 

     And there the creature remained, poised over the body, on his knees in a pool of red, and a hand lingering at the back of his kill. Slowly it laid the other down and withdrew, s tains marring his fingers, and in an almost mesmerised manner did he examine them, turning his hand over... before a low chuckle wept from his facade. It climbed to a deep and resonating laughter, haunting the air, as he turned his face heavenward, parting his arms with sword in hand as if conducting a grand symphony.

          ❝ HAHAHAHAHA! LOOK! LOOK ON YOUR WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR! IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU WANTED? ❞ the fire had devoured the curtains now, ❝ I HAVE VANQUISHED YOUR WRETCHED NIGHTMARE! YOUR TORMENTS HAVE NO HOLD ON ME, FOR I AM DEATH, I AM DARKNESS--! ❞

                                           Is this the truth of me?

     Avenger paused a moment, lapsing into an abrupt silence-- before he lowered his eyes to find his grasp renewed at the hilt of the sword, but instead, the blade was buried in his own chest. His arms fell dead to his sides then upon the realisation, as the fire spread all around him.

                         --Am I the monster this world wanted of me?

     This life-- a pretty reflection of what he was, of what he might have been-- it was all an illusion, tempted by his own mind, and his own regrets. He didn’t want this lie, he rejected it, but even so, it did not banish his lament, and its songs only grew louder. The facade fell away from his face like dust, lost to the wind, and left behind was the face of a man, contorted by anguish, tears anew falling down his cheeks.

          ❝ ... No... ❞ he asked no-one and nothing in a voice shattered by grief, quivering beneath the weight of his sorrows. And as pieces of him began to trickle away into a shimmer, he looked upon his own hands-- his own blood staining his fingers as more dribbled from his mouth, ❝ This isn’t... You can’t be... Who... WHO AM I...? ❞

     Nothing of the man called Antonio Salieri remained. This shadow of him ripped the sword from its chest without a flinch, and brought it to its own throat.

          ❝ ... AHHH.... ❞ a skewed kind of peace quelled his tone, closing his eyes to relish in the sound, ❝ ... I CAN HEAR IT... THE MUSIC... ❞ he firmed his grip, the whine of leather grazing wood speaking softly to the quiet, and with one languid movement, dragged the blade across his skin, thus fading among the ash-- and burning just the same.

                                   I was dead a long time ago... 

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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❈ ✼ ❈    ANASTASIA  MUSICAL SENTENCE  MEME  ( PART 2/4 )

ONCE UPON A DECEMBER

‘  dancing bears… painted wings… ’

‘  things i almost remember. ’

‘  once upon a december. ’

‘  someone holds me safe and warm. ’

‘  horses prace through a silver storm. ’

‘  figures dancing gracefully across my memory. ’

‘  far away, long ago…  glowing dim as an ember… ’

‘  things my heart used to know  —  things it yearns to remember… ’

‘  and a song someone sings… ’

STAY, I PRAY YOU

‘  how can i desert you? ’

‘  how to tell you why? ’

‘  coachman, hold the horses. ’

‘  let me have a moment  —  let me say goodbye! ’

‘  harsh, and sweet, and bitter to leave it all… ’

‘ how to break the tie? ’

‘  we have shared our fears and shared our sorrows. ’

‘  though the scars remain, and tears will never dry… ’

‘  never to return  —  finally breaking free! ’

‘  you are all i know.  you have raised me. ’

‘  how to turn away? how to close the door? ’

‘ how to go where i have never gone before? ’

‘  i’ll bless my homeland ‘till i die. ’

WE’LL GO FROM THERE

‘  i hope  ___’s happy to see me. ’

‘  bottom line  —  i’ll win him/her. ’

‘  we’ll do some reminiscing.  he/she’ll see what he/she’s been missing. ’

‘ let’s hope that i can straighten up! ’

‘ if she says no, we’ll all lay low and we’ll go from there. ’

‘  hand shaking… heart thundering… meet the royal mess! ’

‘  start smiling.  stop wondering! ’

‘ why did i say yes? ’

‘  this chance is all i’ve got. ’

‘  keep a grip and take a deep breath. ’

‘  soon we’ll know what’s what. ’

‘  put on our show, rewards will flow, and we’ll go from there! ’

‘  oh, what a lovely ride! ’

‘  oh, what a lovely day  —  for a totally illegal, lovely getaway! ’

‘  no more doubt, no time to spare! ’

‘  we’re nearly out, so let’s prepare. ’

‘  we’re on our way to who-knows-where. ’

‘  we’ll go from there! ’

STILL

‘  an act of desperation. ’

‘  to my consternation, i let her go. ’

‘  she/he wants what she/he can get. ’

‘  does she/he believe her/his fiction?  it’s hard to know. ’

‘  is it innocence or guile? ’

‘  a son becomes a man at his father’s knee. ’

‘  if my father asked questions, where would we be? ’

‘  i feel a… strange connection i can’t allow. ’

‘  in her, there’s a power.  i see that now. ’

‘  i am nothing but a man with nothing but his orders to fulfill. ’

‘  i’m innocent! ’

‘  something in you tells you that she/he absolutely lies. ’

‘  still… ’

JOURNEY TO THE PAST

‘  heart, don’t fail me now. ’

‘  courage, don’t desert me. ’

‘  don’t turn back now that we’re here! ’

‘  people always say life is full of choices…  no one ever mentions fear. ’

‘  the world can seem so vast. ’

‘  somewhere down this road, i know someone’s waiting. ’

‘  years of dreams just can’t be wrong. ’

‘ finally home where i belong. ’

‘  starting now, i’m learning fast! ’

‘  home, love, family…  there was once a time i must have had them too. ’

‘  i will never be complete until i find you. ’

‘  one step at a time, one hope then another… ’

‘  who knows where this road may go? ’

‘ they’re things my heart still needs to know. ’

‘ let this be a sign. ’

‘ let this road be mine. ’

‘  let it lead me to my past. ’

‘  bring me home at last. ’

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     BE YOUR WORST SELF.

YOU ARE AN EMOTIONALLY VOLATILE NIGHTMARE---

     YOUR HEART GUIDES YOU and sometimes that's not as dreamy or romantic as it might sound. It's true that your feelings often inspire you to heal and create, and as long as those feelings don't steer you wrong, you're capable of truly visionary accomplishments in the name of empathy and love.

     Feelings, though, aren't always gentle and sweet. You know that better than anyone, because your own emotions - the same overwhelming forces that inspire you to make the world a better place - can take you to very dark places, especially if you believe that the subject of your ire has shown unwarranted cruelty toward you or something you hold dear. You know that your feelings aren't necessarily rational, but that doesn't stop you from dramatically blaming other people for causing you pain. Of course, you might not even stop at crying; that notoriously brilliant creativity might even spur you to express your wrath artistically - nothing says “emotional stability” like a morose, vengeful poem.

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     OFT DOES HE AVOID SPENDING HIS TIME where the prying eyes of others can find him, however it would seem the one instance in which he chooses to do so has earned him the curiosity of another-- particularly in his lunch. A slice of vanilla cake, generously iced and garnished with strawberries. Peering aside at the child, the kapellmeister hovered his open mouth shy a piece atop his fork, before lowering it, and offering her a kindly smile.

          ❝ Perhaps you would prefer to sample it for yourself, young miss? ❞ and resting the fork upon the plate, he set it down upon the table before her so that she may accept it at her leisure, ❝ Go on now. ❞

     “… Is that tasty? It looks tasty…”

There’s a tiny child peering right at you, and though she won’t say it out loud, she wants whatever snack is in your hand. Or at least for you to share it.

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     SUBVERSION; PT I.

     ANTONIO SALIERI IS A VASTLY RESPECTED MUSICIAN, conductor and composer, and a professor at a university. Despite his somewhat strict methods of teaching and perfectionism, he is passionate about his work and strives for the success of his students, encouraging them do their best. He has a calm and even-tempered demeanor, no longer haunted by a murder he did not commit and even reveres one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart as his close friend and even inspiration.

     In the evenings after his work at the university is done, he is often found in his study, in a small cottage tucked away in Archimedes Ward, working on his own compositions. When he’s not teaching or keeping to himself, he conducts his operas, plays for the church, or attends various musical performances at the theater.