* 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 / 𝒖𝒇𝒐.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬.

[blackcatmemes]

“Don’t...” Starters

“Don’t leave.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t run away.”

“Don’t scream.”

“Don’t regret your choices.”

“Don’t come back.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Don’t betray me.”

“Don’t you see that this is a mistake?”

“Don’t they know it is a trap?”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

“Don’t lose sight of what is important.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t test my loyalty to them.”

“Don’t think you can get away with this.”

“Don’t trust them.”

“Don’t do that!”

“Don’t jump.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Don’t believe in ‘happily ever after,’ it doesn’t exist.”

“Don’t think that this fixes everything.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“Don’t sing. Please.”

“Don’t look.”

[yixiaosuige]

Max + button ups with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows for @djaqsscarlett

[anjoui]

      he doesn’t have any issues with the woods or the random so-called great place for alien sightings near la push, but the second his hair gets snagged on a low hanging branch, declan is letting out the loudest grunt and swatting leaves further into his lengthy locks, cursing about a spider making a nest in his brain soon. the outburst is enough for him to realize his companion has stopped and is looking at his ongoing struggle, embarrassment practically forcing the anjouian to straighten his posture and clear his throat. ❛  are we closer to the hot spot, mister black? we uh, been walking for hours now.❜  ignore the twigs and leaves still deeply tangled and embedded in his hair.

@horrorempathy​ | starter

[anjoui]

      perhaps he draws too much attention when he enters the diner and the older woman announces that the local alien hunter with a degree has returned from his nightly adventure. most people turn their heads after sparing him a quick look, except for one man. declan doesn’t ever recall seeing him before and the second their eyes lock, the anjouian looks anywhere else. the menu, the counter top stained with coffee rings, the floor scuffed from the old chair legs, a pair of nice shoes-- oh. apparently, the unfamiliar face is standing right next to him now. ❛  i can assure you my job is more exciting than i am.❜  he muses, trailing his gaze up to the young man and offering him a smile.

@telepaethic​ | starter

[anjoui]

guttersniper :

there’s the grit of sand there’s settled in his shoes and in the cracks and callous of his skin. he peers up at declan, eyes narrowed in suspicion. he doesn’t remember asking for clothes. he could just as easily get some himself. why does everyone think they’re entitled to buy him things? to know what he needs and what he wants? (he’d balk and stammer if someone actually asked him. nobody ever asks what he wants, they never cared to, so he never cared to learn, himself.)

“ baby steps, “ he parrots. “ i think you skipped a few going ahead and buying me clothes. “ nothing good comes out of people twice or thrice his age offered him clothes and wanting to get to know him as they took him to their house. “ didn’t anyone ever tell you not to invite strangers in your home. “

      THE TWIST IN his stomach begins to form a tight knot of dread and an apology settles on the tip of his tongue. the anjouian has no clue what he’s doing, how to even take care of the kid or even if he should have gotten himself involved in the first place. leave it to declan and all the mistakes seem to unfold in a mess, dumping all the contents out with no hesitation. as brows knit, he allows the humid air to further complicate the situation by making his temperature spike higher than it already was.  ❛  i have no idea what i’m doing, really. it’s just instinct to try and help those who seem to need it.❜

      his grip on the shopping bags slack and he almost decides to do what most human adults would do and find someone more suitable to take care of the boy.  ❛  you don’t have to trust me, kid. and you don’t have to stick around or accept what i’m offering, but all i’m doing is...what was done for me.❜  declan makes a face, eyes looking over the young boy before he starts walking once more.  ❛  and i don’t always invite strangers into my home, either. i’m quite the recluse who rarely talk to people or let them into my personal space.❜

[anjoui]

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

random sentence starters. ( accepting. )

      HE’S NOT THE best when it comes to comforting people, never really knowing what to say or how he can make the situation feel slightly better. sometimes just being there and not saying anything at all makes a difference, but for declan, he knows she would want to hear him speak instead of seemingly ignoring her. ❛it won’t always be like this-- the falling apart thing. that’s what makes all of what life throws at me more bearable.❜  just like he has hope for finding his real body, he has hope that her situation will brighten. and he plans to be her shoulder of support if she needs it.

[anjoui]

“ … is there something you want? “

random sentence starters. ( accepting. )

      HE’S NOT USED to being asked that question by anyone, not even himself. after being on earth for eighty plus years, declan started to think that what he wanted never outweighed his needs. the needs for survival, the needs to take care of his friends and jason. the need to find his true form-- that godforsaken craft that he can no longer feel. hell, he has so many needs now that wanting something sounds so selfish. ❛i don’t know, kiddo.❜ a brief pause as the anjouian looks up at her, expression docile and fingers fumbling with the fabric of his denim thighs. ❛growing up, i never really got the luxury of wanting anything. it’s always been a need for necessities to keep me alive and going. even now, i..can’t bring myself to be selfish and want a damn thing.❜

[dovingmemes]

random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

[anjoui]

   consider this a very late starter call.

[anjoui]

newbrn :

          Bree never thought she’d come back to Nevada. The Cullens -or Carlisle and Esme, anyway- had insisted she stay with them where they could give her a home and a better life. As much as she wanted to stay, Bree decided to try and find Fred on her own and maybe if she could convince him, bring him back. But she never found Fred and before she decided to return to Forks, just… wanted to see if maybe there was another piece of her life she could salvage. Maybe find her mom… but that, too, ended in failure.

          She was lucky enough on her way out of the current city that she stopped at a diner to sit out the rain. Her eyes were a vibrant red, her body feeling warm off the recent kill so she kept her head down, hesitating enough to look the kind stranger in the eye, even with the restaurant’s dim light. “I’m.. I’m just passing through.” The newborn wrapped her hand around the glass, droplets of the condensation falling onto her freezing skin. It was nice of him to order her something, whoever he was… but her discomfort made her hesitant to drink. Not because of him, but everyone else in the restaurant staring at the kid walking into a diner late at night and all by themselves. She sank further into her seat. “Is there someplace close by where I can stay the night?”

     THE PRYING EYES weren’t so uncommon now that declan thinks about it. memories from his youth resurface, with how his father tried to talk him into relaxing and pretending they didn’t exist. it was easier said than done when one was human and the other was from an entirely different planet. was it different in this case? could he tell this girl to ignore them as if she isn’t trying already? the awkwardness seeps into the cracks of his facade, oozing into the depths of his caramel gaze and then it drips away as if it was never there. thankfully, they haven’t made eye contact and the anjouian only assumes he’s partially to blame for that. she’s still a kid and he’s...well, a grown man buying her a milkshake.

      hunched over the table, declan clears his throat and idly makes a napkin blow off the damn table to cure his boredom. a passerby, thinking they did it, picks it up and puts it back in place with an apology. by the time the girl starts talking, declan is ready for her to say something about where’s the nearest bus station or bidding him a farewell. instead, she’s asking about a place to stay the night. ❛  you got the little a’le’inn motel that’s not far from here, but i don’t think she’ll allow kids to book a room, even if you got cash. you’re...you’re welcome to crash at my place, i promise i’m not some creepy dude that prey on kids. or, i can rent you a room at the motel and see if i can make up a decent lie to keep down suspicion.❜

[anjoui]

     THE SILENCE FEELS like it goes on for hours within her presence, the anjouian clicking his tongue as he waits for the magnetometer to pick up whatever the hell the owner of the house claimed was still around just hours before. it’s not a job suitable for everyone, something he tried explaining to gabriella before she decided to tag along. ❛ on good days, you find traces of a craft or an alien being by the disturbances in our magnetic force field. on casually great days, you walk around empty fields, yards, with high hopes. on bad days, you deal with homeowners who think their peaceful home is the next skinwalker ranch.❜  declan lowers the device after one more observation, offering the girl a shrug.  ❛ still glad you came?❜

@rosefromdeath​ | starter

[anjoui]

         ❛ I AIN’T THE BEST when it comes to shopping for food and clothes, but i got you something that might fit a lot better than what you’re already wearing.❜  he never really viewed himself as a father figure or brotherly role to kids, but he can’t leave them wandering around the nevada heat without a proper meal, clean clothes and shelter. the kid isn’t much of a chatterbox ( THANK GOD. ) which makes declan feel a little more at ease that he’s doing something right.  ❛ my place isn’t too far a walk, so uh, we can try to get to know each other a little on the way there. or..not, we can take baby steps.❜

@guttersniper​ | starter

[anjoui]

bitchspy :

   “ you don’t take much convincing, do you. ” ada teased in respone, then again – he’d been vague enough on his personal DILEMMA, she’s curious if he’s simply trying to gain that tiny bit of alcoholic confidence needed to really chatter her ears off. “ … i’ll trust your judgment, though be advised – i’ll base every observation i have of your personality on the bar you see as the NICE one around here.~ ” was she messing with him? the hand propped at her hip and rather masking smirk is not one that could be read. for the moment, he simply has her attention. that is tasking enough.

     A NEAR LAUGH BUBBLES out at her comment, warmth flooding his eyes the second he looks over and notices her stance. since when did he feel obligated to impress a woman? probably years upon failed years ago, before they realized what he did for a living and was considered a crazy person. however, she’s in luck with his choice for today. or not-- because there’s nothing extravagant or fancy about the hole in the wall bar at all. the place is decorated in faux stars and ufo shaped lights, neon greens and a disco ball reflecting off the crappy wallpapered walls. if an alien conspiracy theorist puked, it would be the bar. a streak of shyness shows as he holds open the door to let her in and even more so once a booth is found. ❛ ready to run for the hills yet? there’s a window in the bathrooms you can crawl out of to escape this place. but i gotta say, they have amazing cosmos here.❜

[anjoui]

      DISBELIEVE OVERTAKES RUGGED features the moment she shows him the green, alien plush as her sole reason for coming to new mexico. when the doll is offered, declan casually reaches out to take the damn thing and give it an affectionate squeeze, a deep breath expelled when it squeaks. ❛ you know they sell these on amazon, right? and probably every walmart...every dollar store in the stuffed toy aisle. it’s a..❜  another squeeze for a squeak. ❛ cute excuse for passing vegas, really.❜

@spynations​ | starter

[anjoui]

      HE CAN TELL SHE doesn't like the offered milkshake much judging by the fact it's hardly been touched and her mind seems preoccupied with everything else that's going on. the jukebox playing in the corner, the waitresses talking to customers and the radio blaring about the next big thing to hit roswell since the forties. too much happening in such a small little place and aside from never seeing her around before, especially during the nighttime hours, he's guessing she's a newcomer like most. ❛ you'll get used to it, eventually.❜  he drawls out while watching her reactions. there would always be a lot to take in-- especially when half the people seemed to be from another planet compared to their vegas visitors.  ❛ they’re rowdy folks, but harmless and rarely bother people they don’t know.❜

@newbrn​ | starter

[anjoui]

   consider this a very late starter call.

[anjoui]

@bitchspy​ | CONT.

      PREACHING TO THE CHOIR, he thinks. meeting random people in roswell was always exciting and for the most part, odd, considering he knows damn near every face and name in the small town. what’s her poison? conspiracies? aliens? groom lake? it’s endless reasons, endless possibilities. at her offer, declan can’t help the playful scoff that escapes pass his lips. ❛ i think drinks count as both fun and comfort, if you play your cards right.❜  the hint of a smile, gaze scanning the choices on the strip.  ❛ c’mon, there’s a nice bar nearby.❜