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redemptioninterlude · 3 years
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@beliefruined​ - asuka !
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                                                   Another one of the Children.                       
                                                                Red, like fire. Like passion. Like anger.
It singes off of her skin, it melts like metal in her eyes, Asuka Soryu Langley, the girl born to command attention, to pull and pull and pull until all those about her BROKE. But it’s hard to look away, isn’t it? Even when she spat, with all the temper of an angered kitten, all claws and teeth and righteousness, she drew you in, she’d spit you out. The first day that Alice transfers into Tokyo-3, she’s absent; but she heard about her before then, as if of legend, but really she’s just another girl, isn’t she? A girl placed with some unholy burden, framed as special, because somehow, that felt less biting than sacrifice.
At first, it’s hard to know what to say or how to feel; the trauma they radiate is obvious to all those around them, discomforted in the face of what that translated into meaning. Their pain was their safety. By putting them in the line of fire, they HOPED TO LIVE another day - but what was worth the give, the take? Who gave to them, she wondered, though it was hard to tell as she stood outside a combini where half the shelves were empty now, in the place by her aunt’s apartments, when the bell rings, the rush of hot air and humidity of today’s rain comes from the outside.
                    The weather feels the pain of the world, and cries for it in response.
Someone asks for a drink behind the counter and, it sings familiar, Alice turning her head as she and then at the can she holds; the last, the same. A smile is easier, the end of an ice cream package in her mouth to help her BALANCE OUT THE LOAD within her arms, head flipped to toss blonde hair, catching eyes that first spark, before she holds it out freely of her own. “Sorry, it was the last. But I have ice cream so, I guess a lesson in moderation?” sunny side, silver linings. “Asuka, right? I just transferred here from Bangkok-2. Want to keep me company?” an apologetic pause. “I forgot my umbrella so I’m waiting out the rain.”
- @beliefruined​ ( bc why not )
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preempire-a · 3 years
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@beliefruined​ sent: “Looking for trouble, are we?” ( Leia ) ► FROM LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS
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“No.”
And, truly, the Mandalorian never seeks trouble, but somehow it always seeks him. There’s something about the way this woman holds herself that makes him start to regret, more and more, that he’d ever had the foolishness to seek out any branch of the New Republic, much more at this ungodly hour.
This is Cara’s fault. This is absolutely Cara’s fault. But, not wanting to get her into any trouble, all he does is sigh as his hands remain in the air.
“...but I have information about activity in old Imperial holdouts. The data cylinder is in my bandolier.”
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phoenixfell · 4 years
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@beliefruined STARTER CALL
Neither delivering scrolls nor stomping about the Fire Nation was his intention when he took this job, but years had passed, things had changed, and a job was a job.   
Hunting down this Katara had proven to be tricky, and the scroll addressed to her was the last in the trip here.  
Did he look different?  No; not really; older of course, hair tied back with a decorative cloth, still armored and carrying his bow and knives; but most people had forgotten his face and were content to not look twice as he passed.  
“Katara.  A letter.”  A simple introduction for a simple situation as he withdrew it from the bag and handed it over.  
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pryceism · 3 years
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CHRISTMAS STARTERS Mina Murray (Watcher!verse) - @beliefruined​ |  “No one should be alone on Christmas!”
          “Well, that depends entirely on how one defines alone.” Gloved hands buried deep within his winter coat’s pockets, the darkness of the winding high-street is dampened by the sparkling lights that adorn their surroundings - in spite of the rushing shoppers in search of last-minute gifts, Regent Street and its lofty buildings of ecru hues has never looked lovelier. Wesley’s gait begins to slow as they draw closer to a broad transparent pane, the infamous toy store having pulled out all the stops for their annual festive window display. “I have Fitzgerald, Dickens, Faulkner and even Hemingway keeping me company...” Gaze lingering on a set of teddy bears positioned together around a miniature table with a meal that he can only discern as being made of Lego, the man contemplatively pauses. “Alright, I rescind that. Perhaps you have a point...”
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screenviolense-a · 3 years
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@beliefruined​ sent: ‘ i don’t feel it till it hurt sometimes. ‘ ( lara @ carina ) 
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          ‘ yeah, that adds up. ‘ it really added up actually, and once carina thought about the words for a few more seconds, she knew that she had no place to talk. no one went into the adventuring business without being at least somewhat of a glutton for punishment. she’d certainly seen her own fair share of bruises and broken bones in the job, but she could only imagine what it was like being a world-famous explorer. ‘ we should both probably find healthier outlets. before one fall off a cliff or shotgun to the face becomes our last. ‘
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peppyanddeadly · 3 years
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blood sentence starters; @beliefruined​ said; “ are you bleeding? ” (mina murray)
“Yes, well, that does seem to be the case.” Buffy moved a scarlet drenched hand away from her torso, the thick liquid dripping down her shirt. “It looks far worse than it is, really. Should heal up in no time.” Despite her attempt at casual, her voice sounded drained, like talking was more of an exertion than she had bargained for. The paleness in her visage probably betrayed the fact that the wound wasn’t as little of a deal as she was making it out to be.
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talesofus · 3 years
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( @beliefruined​​​​​​​ ) ⋮ "I've packed food, and some books, and pillows, and blankets, and told absolutely no one where we're going, so," Byleth hefted the last bag over her shoulder, the rest down at the stables strapped into saddle bags. "Are you ready to go celebrate your birthday?" [ Linhardt’s birthday bash!! ]
“My... what?” Linhardt looked up from his book. Birthday? It was too soon for that, surely. They had another few days before that. Surely he would know his own birthday. Checking on the calendar however proved him wrong: it was the 7th of the Red Wolf Moon. Huh. “Wait, did we make plans?” He couldn’t remember; was it one of those time where he was pretending to listen to her while reading? Oh, no. “I do hope this isn’t going to be a strenuous journey.”
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cxptisgone · 3 years
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incoming transmission from: @beliefruined​ message sent: “I am not afraid.” ( Elektra )
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"I know you're not." Taking her hand and squeezing it, he knew that she wasn't afraid. Neither of them were. They'd known what was going to happen and knew that death could easily come for them. Though, this wasn't the battle they'd been preparing for. This was them getting one step closer to finding all the tentacles of the Hand. He knew that the closer they got the harder things were going to be for them. But he also knew that each step closer meant the possibility of dying was that much greater.  Steve knew that death was a possibility. They'd already had a discussion about what would happen and he'd promised Elektra he would follow her wishes. But that wasn't something either of them were going to think about. No, their focus needed to be on the mission and nothing else. "I'm not afraid either. I love you and we'll get through this like all the other missions."
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biggergiants-a · 3 years
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@beliefruined​ & yamato!
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           it’s not exactly every day that he gets a chance of grabbing coffee with someone that isn’t one of his classmates, notes and books strewn all around him. this was - well, nice. “so what’s your plan for halloween? even koushiro has some big deal party planned for his company.” on his end, yamato really had nothing in sight: where usually he’d be going to some frat party and playing with his band as the entertainment, this year that was a no-go. everyone was busy with classes and exams and slowly but surely, the amount of gigs they did was dropping in numbers. 
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hcllorhighwater · 4 years
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STARTER // ROY HARPER || @beliefruined
“Look, I get it.  When it comes to fucked up ‘family’ affairs, ours,” The broad term referring to the whole clan Oliver Queen had amassed, “could probably give Bats’ a run for its money.” He squinted up at the sky above the rooftop they occupied, legs hanging over the edge.  “But if they don’t want you - then fuck ‘em. You do good; and not just at this kind of stuff.”  It had been good working with her tonight-- he knew he was no stand-in for Dinah, but he could hold his own, and he and Helena at least had a similar philosophy when it came to weaponry.
“I’d offer you a spot on the Outsiders, if you ever wanted to get out of Gotham and make a fresh start of it, but Oracle definitely knows that all my passwords are ‘password’, and I don’t really want to piss her off.  But --” He shrugged, casting a side-long glance her direction, “If you ever want to make a fresh start of it; it’s an open offer.” 
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dispatched-a · 3 years
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tact is the last thing on his mind when he follows karen from her apartment to the bulletin. there’s less cops than when he’d been there last time, the worst of the bullet holes covered up but just barely, leaving holes along the cheap, thin walls of the studio.
at the very least, she can kiss her security deposit goodbye, along with her totaled car. 
it takes all day for frank to actually approach her, which he smartly decides to do in public, when she’s getting coffee. not so smartly, he doesn’t wait for her to put the cup down before stepping behind her at the sugar and creamer station to clear his throat. 
‘ excuse me - ma’am - ’
@beliefruined / plotted starter for karen.
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cheifsokka · 3 years
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COUNCILMAN SOKKA
peace or war?   sun or stars?   flowers or trees?  crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers?   rooftops or balconies?   ink or glitter?   life or death?   order or chaos?   candle or bonfire?   ocean or sky?   leather or silk?   sweet or sour?  overstimulation or under stimulation?  book or letter?  soft or coarse?   fight or flight?   spoken or written?   silver or gold?   playing cards or tarot cards?   circles or angles?   cramped or vast?   checkers or chess?  
tagged by: @beliefruined
tagging: @witchoflegends (Izumi) @maternalmuses @dragonxempress @phoenixfell @sukiandmairp (Suki) @fire-queen @shxrikenjxtsu @southsuns
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cynocephalii · 3 years
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@beliefruined liked for a starter for nat
“you ever get bored with this whole hero thing?”
it’s less like a question and more like she’s just airing her thoughts out loud to whoever happens to be in the room. it’s natasha. of course it is. she hasn’t been on the team very long but she’s already learned to recognize each of them by scent alone. not that it’s hard, given how different they all are. 
her eyes light on the other woman with mild interest. yeah, she’s only barely an avenger. and yeah, they don’t call on her much because her particularly monstrous powers aren’t exactly ideal for anything requiring a hint of subtlety. she’s never really thought of herself as the hero type. this whole thing is a change of pace---and the fact that her being here is only because stark offered to pay her probably says as much.
not everyone can be captain fucking america, after all.
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pryceism · 3 years
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Cordy | @beliefruined​​  ❤’d for a starter 👻
          There’s an abrupt shudder, the LA night sky splintering as darkness and light simultaneously engulf the area in an amalgam of colours, bleeding into each other as an insufferable warmth prickles into the atmosphere - the sun and a full moon concurrently rise, the effects of which causing for demons, werewolves and vampires alike to experience a pained sense of freedom ( of release ) despite the blood beneath their unseemly flesh bordering on boiling them alive at any given moment. The rain incessantly pours into the alleyway, steam rising with grey buildings framing this particular corner of Hell, an oncoming onslaught of trampling cloven feet barrelling in Cordelia’s direction.
                    “May I suggest the katana?” A soft voice emerges from behind, the grey-suited spectre materialising with a disconcerted smile edging over thin lips, his gaze lowering in self-imposed debasement, seemingly answering a question she hadn’t yet asked. “No, it didn’t go well...” Wesley’s referring to his confrontation with Cyvus Vail, but there are matters far more pressing in this moment in time, concern edging over his pallid features. “May I also suggest running?”
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screenviolense-a · 3 years
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@beliefruined​ sent: ❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞ (byleth @ muse of your choice) 
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         ‘ now, now, won’t you let me be the teacher this time? ‘ dancing, while not her main area of focus in the way that singing was, was something she was quite talented at and she was more than willing to share. even with one as restrained as the professor. her hand was held out, gestured in such a way just taunting her to take it. ‘ it’s just like fighting. except more fun. ‘
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@beliefruined​ said: “*drags you away by the arm*” 
silent / action // always accepting
He can hear Jones saying, no, yelling at him, isn't entirely sure about what though, he was far too distracted staring down the other man to be listening. That is, until he feels the pressure on his arm, and the proceeding jerk. ( God, he forgets how strong she is )
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❝ W - W - Wait! Jess, Stop! I was only going to give him a piece of my mind ❞
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