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“you said you could fix it.”
his neck is bowed, hair curled and congealed with blood. there’s a cut, an impact wound behind his left ear from taking a hard fall with his helmet on.
uncomfortable with the scrutiny he stares at edward out of the corner of his eye.
“is there a problem?”
he can fix it. edward’s closed uglier wounds, healed weeping gashes that made him cringe. this will take only a few moments and a little bit of focus, and yet, he hesitates. truth be told, ed’s scared shitless of screwing it up. -- not that he’s sure he really can screw up. can’t make the wound worse, at least. “ uhm, no. “ edward inches closer, as if approaching a disgruntled bear. extended, palm flat, he maintains a healthy distance and hovers his hand over the cut. “ -- this might feel weird. uh. not that i’d really know ‘cause i don’t really feel it when i do it to myself, but um, i’ve heard from people that it’s weird. like an uh-- tingling? i think? ”
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“Reading poetry on the subway? I admire your focus.”
“ Heh-- thanks. Uh, do you like Shelley too?”
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is it too early to make a starter call??? idk! like for something smol while i try to get into the swing of a new muse c:
baby tony and his mommy ;u;
5:Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
he’s definitely messy -- not that he really has many personal belongings to begin with. his room has clothes and things everywhere. bed unmade. he’s not a total slob but... keeping things tidy has never been important to him.
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13:Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
ahhh this is such a good question
im feeling that edward is a one on the kinsey scale. other characters i’ve written are very comfortable with their sexuality, but edward is far less experienced and reserved ( with his own body, not opinion wise ). i’d say he’s curious, not opposed to the idea of being with someone of his own gender, but the opportunity has never presented itself. he’s not had much experience with women, let alone men…..
he’s open minded and accepting of any sexual orientation, preferring to let people do as they please than judge them for it. i think most of the major people in his life ( mother, brother, friends ) were all open about sexuality and sex, and the positive attitudes towards sexual exploration has influenced his ideas about sexual orientation. then also taking into account the climate of the sixties, when he was a young adult… i’d say he’s just very open to all.
☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
MOVIE SENTENCE STARTER.
an assortment of different movie quotes.
“i won’t fuck up my life, so you can find yourself.”
“the fact that you’re here means everything to me.”
“life moves pretty fast. if you don’t stop & look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
“i always meet the person first, to see if we understand each other.”
“as long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. you breathe. keep breathing.”
“smart & pretty. that right there is a deadly combination.”
“the more you care, the more the world finds ways to hurt you for it.”
“no matter how far, run for all you’re worth.”
“it takes a lot of courage to try & change your life.”
“you mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”
“yeah, it was worth a shot.”
“don’t you want to take a leap of faith?”
“hope is a dangerous thing.”
“you’ve got a secret. something you can’t tell anyone, because you don’t trust anyone.”
“you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.”
“we’re not meant to save the world.”
“you can’t just make somebody something they’re not.”
“you are allowed to feel messed up. it doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.”
“you couldn’t ignore me if you tried.”
“i’ve only really liked a handful of people in my life.”
“today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of failures.”
“i’m just tired, you know? i’m just fucking tired.”
“which would be worse - to live as a monster? or die a good man?”
“on one hand, so what; & in the other hand, who cares?”
“you got to stop taking yourself so seriously.”
“you do care. you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death from the pain of it.”
“you sleep well because you know that you’re loved. i’ve never slept that well.”
“by the time we learn to live it is already too late.”
“have i told you how divinely happy i am?”
“i can imagine anything, anybody, anywhere.”
“if we didn’t have any of the bad stuff, then how could we recognize the good?”
“can you just hold me, please? you don’t understand. i just need you to hold me.”
“we get out now, or we die trying.”
“if you died right now, how would you feel about your life?”
“the world’s either great or wretched, isn’t it?”
“maybe i’m just being paranoid, but i gotta find out for sure.”
“you can only push someone so far, before they break.”
“you’re the closest thing i know to a superhero.”
“act like a bitch, get slapped like a bitch.”
“i think you severely overestimate your ability to break hearts.”
“i don’t want to win. i just want to make the world a better place.”
“i needed you in this life.”
“i knew this was going to be a bad day.”
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He likes to think he has more grace than to grab his dick && say ‘your mom’, but those insults come in time. After a long day’s hump or a precious few hours of downtime in a bar.
Stretching and shaking out his boots (fucking swamp water), Marc reaches for his ruck and takes out a postcard with a nudie pic faded around the fold lines. ‘ Josephine–finest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. ’
Ed takes a peek at the postcard and feels the heat crawl up the back of his neck. Doesn’t really like the idea of carrying a naked woman around in his pocket -- but he’s getting used to it. His girl back home would never send him something like that. Ed’s pretty sure she only slept with him because he was probably going to die out here, anyway. “She’s pretty,” he blurts out, not knowing what else to say.
she realizes a moment too late that he’s misunder- stood her. embarrassed for the both of them, she shakes her head and ignores the flush of heat crawl- ing up her neck and into her face.
“No, no –”
she hadn’t thought of his job at all. her eyes flicker back to the window, the people gathered there.
“One of those, I meant.”
he follows her gaze out the window, cheeks rosy when the realization strikes him. wow. shit. he’s an idiot. ed rubs the side of his neck with a soft palm and clears his throat. “ Oh. Uh. “ a few weeks ago he went to one with his buddy george. george could turn invisible -- one of the most stereotypical things he could ever do. they all gave him hell for it. ed didn’t like the rally and left as soon as a punch was thrown, though george begged him to stay. it’s not the first to happen outside the diner, either. ed prefers to ignore them. “ No. “ he has to be careful with how he says it. “ -- But it’s the first kind-of peaceful one I’ve seen. “
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( This. THIS was why he built this school. Not just for children, but ANYONE. Any mutant who came forward, any who had gone through life struggling to UNDERSTAND their abilities, who couldn’t do this on their own, who had no one to HELP them. All he had EVER WANTED to do, was help. The school had been open a mere few weeks, and already there was such a HUGE RESPONSE.
Perhaps, if he filled this place with happy, SMILING others, he could forget the HOLE in his heart. The ache in his chest. The one which told him that these WOULDN’T STAY, either. Just like Erik. Just like RAVEN. He was only setting himself up for more heart break. And he wasn’t sure how much MORE of it he could take. )
“ It’s quite alright ———— EDWARD, is it? ———— you don’t have to be NERVOUS. Why don’t we get you some WATER, and you can explain your gifts? “
“ gifts -- i’ve never heard--” no one’s ever called them that. his mother was convinced it was witchcraft or ( the more likely option ) a vision from an alcoholic haze. once she cut her hand on a broken glass and when he went to help, he accidentally sealed the wound. she screamed. lots of people screamed when he healed them -- he never knew if it hurt or if it was just the shock. but it never seemed to be a gift, like something he should be grateful to have. ed tries a smile and shakes his head slightly, cutting himself off before he can finish the statement. “ yeah, um. water would be great. i mean -- it won’t uh... it won’t take long to explain. i can’t do much. “
“i’m sure.” there’s a dry quality to his voice, hushed and low, spoken with a certain brand of disinterest graspable enough to be felt. listlessness doesn’t rise from a rude disregard; exhaustion lines features and reddens eyes, sagging shoulders and shortening already wavering temper. “i’m just - here for the food.”
must’ve been a rough night to get a clean guy to look like that. edward brushes the last bit of crumbs to the tile flooring and rises from his post, cocking his head at his strange patron. “ -- you know what you want? i mean, m’not a waiter, but i can get one of them gals over here if you want. “