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babytarttdoodoo ยท 8 months
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๐Ÿ’•: What seemingly meaningless action of theirs is most beloved by someone close to them? Do they know how much they love it?
You know the tongue thing? That ๐Ÿ˜œ thing? Yeah, everyone loves it. Everyone. And most would not admit to it under pain of death.
Roy thinks it is stupidly attractive. Keeley always found it so cheeky and funny. Georgie knows it means he's absolutely not sorry for what he's done or is about to do. Simon is always relieved by it, letting the silliness calm the knot of worry he always has about him. Ted took it as a sign of belief. Sam sees it as confidence incarnate.
I could go on. Just.
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vervainveil ยท 27 days
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๐ƒ๐€๐๐†๐„๐‘๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐†๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐’๐„๐๐“๐„๐๐‚๐„ ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐“๐„๐‘๐’.
( based on this damned song. dangerous game by chris grey. itโ€™s giving tension, but use however you desire. )
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โ› weโ€™re probably on a path to self destruction any day. โœ
โ› but i know you love the rush , you need it running through your veins. โœ
โ› addicted to the pressure, we donโ€™t ever play it safe. โœ
โ› find myself in this world made for two, but only one gets the crown. โœ
โ› took a step into something new. i wonโ€™t ever turn around. โœ
โ› โ€˜til iโ€™m lost in your maze, iโ€™m onto you. โœ
โ› in love with the chase. โœ
โ› weโ€™re playing the most dangerous game and iโ€™m all in. โœ
โ› it calls our name. โœ
โ› we love being each otherโ€™s prey. โœ
โ› poison in your touch, you๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝre both the drug and antidote. โœ
โ› weโ€™ve been dancing with the devil trying not to lose control. โœ
โ› fire in your eyes. i can feel you getting close.โœ
โ› maybe weโ€™ll beat the odds, but we donโ€™t know the cost. โœ
โ› no i wonโ€™t ever stop. โœ
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corner-stories ยท 12 days
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can you do 43 for aruani?
Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts ๐ŸŒง
43. "I'll put the kettle on." listen, i gotta write my aruani post-canon seaside cottagecore AU somehow
With their home situated on the coast, rain tends to hit it just a bit differently. The ocean waves are never without the wind, the harsh droplets are never without the grey skies. Yet both of them are accustomed to it, having acclimatized to the corner of the world during the last few years.
So when Annie arrives to their cottage dripping wet, walking in on the all-too-common sight of Armin reading by the fireplace, he drops what he's doing on pure habit. Barefoot, he steps over the hardwood floors. In moments he's next to her, unhesitatingly helping her slip out of her rain-soaked overcoat.
"How was your walk?" Armin asks, hanging the dripping garment on the nearest hook.
Annie lets out a scoff. Sometimes the speed at which a day can go from 'plain and overcast' to 'raining sideways with just a dash of thunder' is staggering. What would have been a pleasant seaside stroll to clear her mind had quickly turned into her high-tailing it in the rain.
"Delightful," she ends up telling him, quickly undoing her bun to shake some rain out of her hair.
The smile that Armin gives her is kindly and warm. "Seems like it," he says, pressing a quick, yet affectionate kiss to her cheek. "I'll put the kettle on."
There are days where Annie feels like he's being too nice to her for some kind of reason. But on days like today, moments where he very willingly and unconditionally helps her get out of the rain and into their home, on days like today Annie is utterly grateful.
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minimavampiress ยท 9 months
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โ˜… -- ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ( ๐–๐„'๐‹๐‹ ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐๐„ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ) ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐“๐„๐‘๐’ - ๐ฉ๐ญ ๐Ÿ
๐๐Ž๐‘๐“๐‡๐„๐‘๐ ๐€๐“๐“๐ˆ๐“๐”๐ƒ๐„
โ How you been ? You settled down ? โž โ I was raised out in the cold . . . โž โ Scared to live . . . scared to die. โž โ If I get too close . . . and I'm not how you hoped . . . โž โ Forgive my northern attitude ; I was raised on little light. โž
๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐
โ Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right . . . โž โ I'm stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face. โž โ Doc told me to travel , but there's Covid on the planes. โž โ It's half my fault , but I just like to play the victim. โž โ I miss the way you laugh . . . โž โ You once called me forever ; now you still can't call me back. โž โ I saw your mom ; she forgot that I existed. โž โ I hope this pain's just passing through. โž
๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„
โ Okay. I feel good about this. โž โ I'm saying too much , but you know how it gets out here. โž โ No winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere. โž โ We'd shake the frame of your car. โž โ I know your name , but not who you are. โž โ It's all okay. There ain't a drop of bad blood. โž โ It's all my love . . . You got all my love . . . โž โ You burrowed in under my skin ; what I'd give to have you out from me. โž โ At the end of it all I just hope that your scars heal. โž โ Babe , I swear I was scared to death . . . โž โ I smiled stupid the whole way home. โž
๐’๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹๐’ ๐Œ๐„ ๐๐€๐‚๐Š
โ There was heaven in your eyes . . . I was not baptized. โž โ Everything's alright when [ he / she ] calls me back. โž โ Look at me ; and don't you lie. โž โ I could be your sacrifice. โž โ I do not exist to die , but live to die while saving you. โž โ Why am I so obsessive ? Hanging on to every sentence . . . โž โ This town's the same as you left it. โž โ Your page was blank but I read it. โž โ I don't get much sleep most nights . . . โž โ I was too afraid of livin' life in your footsteps. โž
๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐„ ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘
โ I'm in the business of losing your interest. โž โ I turn a profit each time that we speak. โž โ There's a coffin buried under the garden. โž โ My house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. โž โ I was taking the wrong meds ; feels good to be sad. โž โ My mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it. โž โ I know that it ain't much . . . I know that it ain't cool. โž โ Some day I'm gonna be somebody people want. โž
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feralkwe ยท 24 days
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โ€œEverytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.โ€
(hahahaha ouch, but you've handed me the keys to explore something, so bear with me as i cbf to look up the cutscene again right this minute, and i'm doing my best to remember this conversation, having just watched it the other day.)
It wasn't until she heard G'raha's pained cry that Kit slowed her steps up the Crystal Tower stairs. She spun about, chest heaving with the breaths of their exertions. Elidibus was likely at the top of the tower, so why were they stopping now?
"I'm afraid you'll have to go on without me," he said from his position on the ground. "Find Elidibus, and end this."
Kit looked at him there on the floor, limbs akimbo beneath himself as he rubbed at the crystal slowly encroaching upon his body. He was not a tall man, and she was a much taller Viera woman, but in that moment he somehow looked smaller than she'd ever noticed. Like the pain wracking him was diminishing him before her eyes.
Pain. Everything that hurt her now--the ways she threw herself into danger again and again believing his lie that she would be fine, the very dire circumstances that held her friends' lives in the balance as their bodies deteriorated on the Source, and the fact that she was once again being forced to kill a very damaged man--could be traced back to him. Even as he aided her now in what she knew must be done, she resented him for it. Resented that he once again put her in a position to be the only solution to his problem. She watched him as her teeth ground together until she was certain she'd make dust of them. Perhaps it was not his fault she'd been forced to kill Emet-Selch. Perhaps he'd not intended to endanger everyone she cared for. Perhaps, even, he had believed she would survive all he asked of her, and that everything would resolve as he claimed. But even now, a great threat hanging over them once again, she felt cornered.
She must have watched him too long, as he asked, "What is it, my friend?"
She couldn't stop herself. "Why me? Was there ever a time you even considered another option?"
He blinked up at her, having the audacity to look surprised. "How can you ask me such a thing?" His eyes focused intently on her, his expression so earnest that she knew beyond a doubt that he believed every word which was about to come out of his mouth. How he never wavered from his faith that she could and would be the salvation he sought for this world. How he devoted all he was to his people. That always was this path clear to him. Never did he believe it would fail. Never did he believe there was any other way forward.
"Elidibus said much the same thing," she told him, her words soft and gentle for all their ferocity.
His mouth dropped open, and for a few of her quickened heartbeats, he seemed at a loss for a response. "How curious," was all he managed.
"Curious, indeed." She looked to the sky, the vortex of the firestorm raining destruction down upon them. She did not like it, and something in her heart knew she would one day regret this act too, but she understood there was no other way out than to kill Elidibus. "I have to go." She frowned down at him. "Will you be alright here?"
"I am not quite so helpless as that," he assured her. "I have a few tricks, but I will not play my trump card save in your presence. I will see you succeed, and then I will see to it that you and your friends are returned to the Source."
She believed he meant that, and all of her anger aside, she could not help but love him, at least a little, for all he was willing to sacrifice to keep that promise. After all, if she could see the acts of Emet-Selch and Elidibus as acts of love, then she must be able to see his as such, too.
Still, it could not erase everything he'd done. โ€œI believe you, and everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.โ€
If he said anything else in response, she did not hear it. She was already running to hurtle herself into bringing about yet one more death she knew she would live to mourn.
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deardarlingdevil ยท 3 months
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I just got a bouquet of sunflowers in my inbox both on my art account and on this sideblog ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’ž
@djmorn @octarinecat @changeling-fae @cambion-companion @irlswampy @unreadpoppy thanks ya'll!!!
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undergroundmemes ยท 1 year
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๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡จโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ญโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ดโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ดโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฑโ€Œ ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ตโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฎโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ทโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฎโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ- ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ณโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ณโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡จโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฆโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ทโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ทโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ: ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ต. 1- ๐Ÿ‡ฒโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡พโ€Œ ๐Ÿ‡ธโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ดโ€Œ-๐Ÿ‡จโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฆโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฑโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฑโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฉโ€Œ ๐Ÿ‡ฉโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ชโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ฆโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ญโ€Œ
tw: coma mention, afterlife
โ€œDid you sleep?โ€
โ€œHey, at least they used a nice photo of you.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m trying to focus.โ€
โ€œIf you ask me, whatโ€™s really missing here is a littleโ€ฆtact.โ€
โ€œSay with me now. Just one more time. They canโ€™t hear you.โ€
โ€œMaybe Iโ€™m in a coma somewhere and some overworked nurse is stepping on my breathing tube.โ€
โ€œSomeoneโ€™s been reading way too much Stephen King.โ€
โ€œThere are some people I think you should meet.โ€
โ€œThey canโ€™t see you and they canโ€™t hurt you.โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s really into Kerouac poems and confrontation.โ€
โ€œWhat do you need to know?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know who did this to me.โ€
โ€œIs that weird or something? Not knowing?โ€
โ€œSo then, what do you remember, cherry pop?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m too scared to try. But you should try smiling some more.โ€
โ€œI texted you a reminder, which I know you read.โ€
โ€œHe doesnโ€™t even like horror movies.โ€
โ€œHitting the hard stuff a little early?โ€
โ€œI came out to ask you the same question.โ€
โ€œYou know, you donโ€™t have to lie to me.โ€
โ€œMaybe youโ€™re just the best detective.โ€
โ€œI will leave you to squander your future in peace.โ€
โ€œYou just come find me when youโ€™re ready.โ€
โ€œWe donโ€™t know what happened yet.โ€
โ€œAnything you want to say about this?โ€
โ€œThere are much better ways to pass your time here.โ€
โ€œI know weโ€™re going to spend a lot of time together but it wouldnโ€™t kill you to at least pretend to be interested in getting to know me.โ€
โ€œI was haunted by all the jokes they made when I was gone.โ€
โ€œOkay, thatโ€™s where youโ€™re supposed to laugh.โ€
โ€œStill fixating, arenโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œBesides even if they did, we would have to hide it.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re going to get us into trouble.โ€
โ€œI just donโ€™t feel comfortable with you watching me like this. I feel very exposed right now.โ€
โ€œNowโ€™s not really a good time.โ€
โ€œCurrent unsolved mystery. Pleasure.โ€
โ€œWhy does that sound familiar?โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t really talk right now. โ€˜Cause I have some holes in my memory to fill.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s why Iโ€™m here. I canโ€“I can totally help you fill your holes.โ€
โ€œUm, okay. I obviously didnโ€™t mean for it to come off that way. In my head, it was more of, like a metaphoricโ€“I can help you figure things out if you need it. โ€
โ€œYou know what they say. Bros before strong independent women with bright futures. Itโ€™s a very popular phrase.โ€
โ€œWhat the lord deny in brain, he deliver in beauty.โ€
โ€œAnd boy did he deny.โ€
โ€œHey. Maybe itโ€™s a good thing you donโ€™t remember everything okay? Sometimes I wish I could forget.โ€
โ€œI need you to force a confession out of someone.โ€
โ€œI need you channel all your ghostly energy and dangle this sack of shit out of a window until he cracks.โ€
โ€œMaybe this doesnโ€™t jive your fantasy of what this should be, but weโ€™re quite literally a world away. Weโ€™re not there, weโ€™re here.โ€
โ€œTalking about it wonโ€™t change anything. If I have to search this entire town for answers Iโ€™ll do it. Iโ€™m not willing to give up like the rest of you.โ€
โ€œYou gotta try to think about it as encouraging right? Like, at some point, youโ€™ll be able to laugh about what happened to you.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know why you got diverted from the highway of life. But I really do believe that the easiest way to miss your exit if youโ€™re always staring in the rearview mirror.โ€
โ€œNothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. โ€
โ€œI was protecting her.โ€
โ€œFor the record, it wasnโ€™t an empty gesture.โ€
โ€œSomething happened. I know it did. Something bad.โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s never gone silent on me before. Thatโ€™s how I know something happened to her. She wouldnโ€™t just disappear.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know how Iโ€™m going to survive this place without her.โ€
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other-peoples-coats ยท 2 years
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๐Ÿ“–
Ok, so, I kinda assume this is for the daydream plot meme I was doing back in...march (?ish?), which. On the one hand, not actively doing that anymore, on the other, ยฏ\_(ใƒ„)_/ยฏ what the hell, it's a monday night and I had a three hour nap after work, here we go. So, this one is based on the idea that lineage bonds are...basically the same sort of deal as the sense8 cluster bonds, only, y'know, willingly entered into and not because people were born at the same time, which makes them...not really like the bonds at all, I suppose, except for the idea that Specific People can 'visit' each other.
Your lineage is meant to be there for you, always, you can visit your grandmaster and your sibling padawans and etc, you're never alone because you have the force and your lineage.
Which obviously means that obi-wan is fucked. It's bad enough when he's a padawan himself, and his grandmaster is a-- rarely there sneering presence, and his brother padawan is fucking xanatos.
When the war starts, though, with a lineage member on the otherside, his lineage -- yoda and anakin and little ahsoka have to take blockers, because fucking dooku has a direct line to whatever they know. Which means they go through the war alone, and isolated, and--
Obi-wan gets through it because when the war is over and he's never once visited his grandpadawan, has only ever seen her in the flesh, has never once turned around and found his lineage all laying around his rooms on the negotiator, half substantial and all affection.
Dooku dies -- and he's grateful for the blockers, then, he's already felt qui-gon and xanatos die, and that was two deaths too many to experince directly -- and the war is nearly over and he restocks his blockers and hopes he'll not need the whole batch.
Only. well.
He never comes off the blockers.
Not after the temple burns.
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babytarttdoodoo ยท 8 months
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โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน: What normal or innocuous thing has their past ruined for them? Are they attempting to remedy this?
You want angst. I respect that.
Jamie does not like being the front passenger in a car. He has way too many memories of being sunken down in that seat, listening to his dad berate him while driving a bit too fast and hitting the steering wheel or dashboard loudly for emphasis.
He does not do well with anyone who gets road rage behind the wheel in general.
Sometimes he can't avoid it (people need to drive him places every so often) but he's identified safe people he won't flinch away from for braking suddenly or taking their eyes off the road.
Keeley, who always has to have music playing when she drives and actively encourages sing-a-longs. Jan, who will literally only talk about how inefficient and congested British roads are when he's in a car. And Sam, who is the most polite driver Jamie has ever encountered in his entire life and merely tuts at maniacs who cut him off.
Roy... took a bit to catch on. The first couple of times he gave Jamie a lift, he didn't really clock how uncomfortable he was. After they'd started their training sessions together and it became more convenient to share a car to work, he started to notice Jamie freezing up if he shouted at other drivers or got a bit trigger happy with his horn.
Jamie could be jumpy around loud noises, though, so he chalked it up to that and tried to tone it down. When even just muttering curses got a less than stellar reaction, he had to bite the bullet and ask.
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ask-a-gotham-mortician ยท 10 months
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Thoughts on me, the Riddler? ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ˜
- edwardnygma635
Ahaha, well, hello! I don't know much about you, yet, but I've heard you had been the lead forensic science technician at GCPD, and a rather brilliant one, at that! Seems we might have some similar fields of study in common.
Hmm, but you don't work with forensics nowadays, right? I've heard that you're a real lady killer since separating from police work. I suppose I should keep my distance, huh? ;)
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corner-stories ยท 10 days
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38 for rainy day prompts please
Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts ๐ŸŒง
38. "I hate thunderstorms." "Don't worry, I'll protect you." y'all seem to like the post-canon seaside cottagecore AU so...
The seaside cottage is sturdy, yet the storm causes the walls to creak as droplets relentlessly strike the roof. The sound of thunder echoes in the distance, mixing with the noise of the waves crashing against the shore.
Under an abundance of blankets, Annie tosses and turns. Despite being in bed for hours, she hasn't gotten any sleep. She's not sure which sensation is keeping her up โ€” the distant roar of thunder, the heavy rain, or that anxious feeling in her gut that something is going to go wrong.
She turns to her side, trying her best not to rouse the second body on the bed, and forces her eyes shut. It only lasts for so long, because a few moments pass and suddenly the sky above the sea is filled with light.
Annie sits up just in time for the space she shares with Armin to be illuminated, but just as quickly it fades away and the darkness returns. The thunder follows, as well as the creaking of the cottage and the crashing of the waves, causing Annie to sigh.
Before submitting to another sleepless night, a different noise soon makes itself heard, an unfamiliar occurrence within the soundscape. Annie sucks in a breath before shifting a bit, stepping out of the bed and touching her bare feet to the cold floor.
A short walk takes her from the bedroom to the cottage's main living space, where she is quick to spot the source of the sound.
In the kitchen is a window just above the sink, and it seems that tonight of all nights is the one where the wind forces it open.
Annie grumbles. "Fuck..."
Whether the main factor in the incident be a faulty lock or someone forgetting to properly close it, Annie doesn't care. She simply walks forward, adjusting the wooden shutters until the window is securely shut. Then when all is done she is quick to rush back to the bedroom.
Another lightning strike illuminates the cottage as Annie arrives. In the light she sees Armin, still miraculously asleep despite the chaos. Thunder is heard by the time she's slipping back under the blankets.
Annie makes a place for herself next to Armin, shamelessly putting her face in the crook of his neck, her arms snaking around his slender torso.
In response, he lets out a confused groan as his girlfriend settles around him. He is very slightly awake, though not enough to completely disturb his improbable slumber.
"Hmmm?" he says, only slightly befuddled by the current situation. He's receptive to her touches though, unhesitatingly letting her rest against him and placing his hand on her back.
"I hate thunderstorms," Annie mutters, forcing her eyes shut again in another attempt to get some goddamn sleep.
Armin lets out another hum, though this one seems to be tinged with less confusion and just a bit more amusement.
"Don't worry," he promises in a voice so tender it sounds out of place in the storm. "I'll protect you."
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minimavampiress ยท 9 months
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โ˜… -- ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ( ๐–๐„'๐‹๐‹ ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐๐„ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ) ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐“๐„๐‘๐’ - ๐ฉ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’
๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐‹ ๐ƒ๐‘๐”๐๐Š
โ I'm remembering I promised to forget you now . . . โž โ Am I half the man I used to be ? I doubt it . . . โž โ I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown. โž โ I gave your name as my emergency phone call. โž โ Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. โž โ I dial drunk ; I'll die a drunk. โž โ I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize. โž โ I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. โž
๐๐€๐”๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐„
โ This place had a heartbeat in its day. โž โ The boys are drunk , the sun is high. โž โ It just ain't that simple ; it never was. โž โ One day I'm gonna cut it clear . . . ride like Paul Revere. โž โ When they ask me who I am , I'll say I'm not from around here. โž โ I'll just pretend I didn't hear. โž โ I'll forget until it ends that I'm not ready to let go yet. โž โ If I could leave I would have already left. โž
๐๐Ž ๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐๐‹๐€๐ˆ๐๐“๐’
โ I get mad at nothing. โž โ I pull no punches , then feel bad for months. โž โ Hope the skin heals where the pain enters. โž โ Now , the weight of the world ain't so bad. โž โ I saw the end ; it looks just like the middle. โž โ I got a paper and pen and a page with no space. โž โ I can finally eat , and I can fall asleep . . . it's fine. โž
๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐Œ๐Ž๐Œ
โ Oh , you're spiraling again. โž โ Don't you cancel any plans. I won't let you get the chance to never make them. โž โ Don't let this darkness fool you ; all lights turned off can be turned on. โž โ I'll call your mom. โž โ Oh , dear , don't be discouraged. โž โ I've been exactly where you are. โž โ Medicate , meditate . . . save your soul for Jesus. โž โ Throw a punch , fall in love. Give yourself a reason. โž
๐˜๐Ž๐”'๐‘๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐๐๐€ ๐†๐Ž ๐…๐€๐‘
โ This is normal conversation , babe ; it's all fine. โž โ This is good land . . . or at least , it was. โž โ It takes a strong hand and a sound mind. โž โ I even gave up driving after nightfall. โž โ It makes me smile to know when things get hard , you'll be far from here. โž โ Pack up your car , put a hand to your heart. โž โ Say whatever you feel ; be wherever you are. โž โ We ain't angry at you , love. โž โ You're the greatest thing we've lost. โž โ We'll be waiting for you , love. โž โ We'll all be here forever. โž โ Who the hell likes livin' just to die ? โž โ You told me you would make a difference. โž โ It won't be of your own volition if you step foot outside this town. โž
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feralkwe ยท 18 days
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60 for Kit and whoever
60. โ€œDonโ€™t hate me for this. You wouldโ€™ve done the same.โ€
(Ha, pardon me if I fuzz up the timeline a little. I'm tired, and to suggest this game has a clear timeline is generous.)
It wasn't unusual that Count Fortemps sent for her. Kit thought nothing of it, setting aside her packing for her next foray, and came to the foyer of the estate after the manservant had summoned her. Expecting the Count and others to be waiting for her, she stopped on the bottom step when she saw Aymeric waiting there for her, alone.
"Kit," he greeted her, not waiting for her to react to seeing him. "His smile lit up his whole face, as always, though there seemed an undercurrent of something else beneath it. "I have been meaning to speak with you. It is my sincere hope that this is not a bad time."
She returned his smile, though she could not hope to match his earnestness. She shook her head. "I am happy to make time for you."
It took all her will not to wince at her own choice of words. While she was more than willing to make time for him, she could not say the same in return. In fairness to the Lord Commander, it was through no fault of his own that they could not even enjoy a single dinner uninterrupted. She knew too well by now the burden of responsibility, and he bore more than most.
It did not seem to faze him. "I am aware that you will be departing as soon as possible, but what I need to say cannot wait."
Kit was not so foolish that she did not sense his purpose. There had been hints for some time now. Estinien had noted it in his way, and Thancred had put it more bluntly.
"Aymeric," she started, intending to forestall what was coming.
"Please, I must get this out." He stepped further into the room, poise and dignity ever his companions. "You must know that I admire you. It goes without saying that Ishgard owes you a great debt for all you have already done for us."
"Helping you is the right thing to do." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unease making it further difficult to remain still.
He offered her another smile, this one abashed in a way she was unaccustomed to. Still, he did not fidget or pace. He spoke with practiced ease of doing so in uncomfortable circumstances. "It is more than that. There is a goodness in you which makes you shine brighter than anyone I have known. I have come to care for you in a way which surpasses even my great respect for you."
And there it was. He'd traveled to the point at which there was no going back. "I am flattered. More than I can rightly say."
"I had hoped to express as much at dinner, before we were interrupted. Now time has become scarce, and I needed to tell you the truth before you go. It is my hope that, when you return, we might more fully," he turned a hand in a circle before him, "explore this possibility before us."
It was... a lovely thought. Aymeric was handsome, kind, and even at times funny. While he was quite a bit older than her, she was hard pressed to think of anyone more kind and devoted to what was right and good. Deep down, entwined with his commitment to justice and the good of Ishgard, he had an adventurer's spirit. What was more, unlike Urianger, for whom she pined in such an embarrassing way, he expressed his interest clearly. She wanted it to be enough. But for many reasons, some she could name and many she could not, it was not.
"Come with us," she said before she could stop herself. "Let us talk and explore it as we travel, taking this mission for your people together." She let herself hope for him to agree, even knowing for certain he would not.
His eyes dropped to the floor between them, the smile never leaving his face even as he sighed. "As tempting as such an offer is, and as much as I wish I could believe you mean it, we both know it cannot be. I am needed here."
"I know," she said, the disappointment in her voice genuine despite the way which the thought of settling down in one place terrified her. "Which is why this can never be."
"So, that is it then?" She would have given anything in that moment to ease away the crease between his brows and stop the frown that darkened his face. "You will not even give it a try?"
"Don't hate me for this," she said softly. "You would've done the same. Eventually. I cannot stay here indefinitely, and you would never be satisfied with someone who was always absent."
He found a polite expression for her. "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps not." He straightened his posture, determined to remain kind despite his disappointment. "I suppose we will never know for certain."
"I hope we can remain friends. I treasure you, truly."
"Of course." His smile had dimmed, but the softness with which he looked at her had not. "I continue to be here for you, whatever you need. Good night, Kit, and I wish you safe travels."
"Good night, Aymeric."
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tenderbittersweet ยท 6 months
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Iโ€™m having an absolutely awful day. If you could send me some love, encouragement, cute things, happy things, fun facts, and/or askbox meme questions, Iโ€™d really, super appreciate it. ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿฉท
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apxndstxry ยท 1 year
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Holiday Emoji Drabbles
Itโ€™s the season of gifts and sparkly lights, so send me an emoji and Iโ€™ll write a little thingy for our muses:ย 
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limpfisted ยท 7 months
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send me ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธto hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.
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