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@candymetralleta
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I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.
Richey Edwards (via larmoyante)
So majestic
just because i’m small, doesn’t mean i won’t beat your fucking face in
“Friendzoned again!” I shout, pumping my fist in the air. I made a new friend today. Today is a good day.
I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.
Terry Moore (via talece)
being “cute” is really hard because even when youre angry people just kinda giggle at you and say “aw youre so cute when youre angry.” no. stop. recognize my power.
“ What is that thing? “
50 four-word sentence starters
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“Ya mean you’ve never seen a back scratcher before?”
– things to remember;;
▷ Lilynette is one half of a whole. The aspects of loneliness aren’t just limited to Starrk. They were once the same being – which they’ve said may have looked nothing like either of them – that split its soul in two because it couldn’t make or maintain any friendships due to its deadly reiatsu. Even after the split, the two were still so powerful, Hollows were dropping like flies at their feet. While Starrk’s loneliness culminates in marathon sleeping, Lilynette’s is an aggressive need for attention.
▷ Arrancar don’t age! Starrk and Lily are the same age. The difference is that Lilynette is childlike in looks *coughs* and attitude *coughs*; she displays times where her body belies her age and so can be quite serious and solemn. Her emotional range is not limited to yelling at people and shoving her fist down Starrk’s throat. She is a grown woman in a child’s body, thus why she abhors being called a kid.
▷ Lilynette is one half of a whole. She doesn’t take kindly to those who ignore or brush her off in favour of her other half. That’s not to say she doesn’t understand why – she does acknowledge and respect Starrk’s position. (Enough, even, to get upset on his behalf if someone insults him.) She knows she is “weaker” physically, but her role as part of the Primera is equally important. They are the definition of a packaged deal. You cannot have one without the other.
▷ Neither of them are at their full potential on their own. Their strength – both literal and figurative – lies in each other. Starrk teaches Lily to be patient and kind, while Lilynette encourages Starrk to be proactive and confident. Past the endless teasing and bickering, they hold a mutual trust, respect, and love for each other.
16 Personalities – The Campaigner (ENFP-T)
The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.
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Without you, I’m incomplete
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“Be careful, little girl. I have fangs that are prone to ripping and tearing.”
Lilynette doesn’t see the words as a threat. Isn’t that what fangs do? It’s like hearing ‘the sky is blue’ or ‘Nnoitra likes to fight.’
“I think Grimmy’s got somethin’ like that, too,” she answers idly.
“–And I’m not a kid.”
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* 50 four-word sentence starters
three-word prompts five-word prompts
☆ - please feel free to edit pronouns and edit if required.
“ I love you so. “ “ I miss you so. “ “ Just go for it! “ “ Just do your best! “ “ All is not lost. “ “ I am not afraid. “ “ We need to talk. “ “ You are my ally. “ “ You are my enemy. “ “ Did you miss me? “ “ Did you have fun? “ “ Dreams can come true. “ “ What did you say? “ “ Let your hair down. “ “ My lips are sealed. “ “ Please, I need you. “ “ Good luck to you! “ “ What is that thing? “ “ Never, ever give up. “ “ What are you doing? “ “ I never loved you. “ “ Eternally, I thank you. “ “ Weave your own destiny. “ “ Bring home that bacon! “ “ Tomorrow is another day. “ “ Please, leave me alone. “ “ I need some time. “ “ It is too late. “ “ You let this happen. “ “ Create your own sunshine. “ “ Reach for the stars. “ “ The stars are beautiful. “ “ What’s done is done. “ “ This too shall pass. “ “ I owe you one. “ “ Are you sleepy yet? “ “ Will you marry me? “ “ You are the culprit! “ “ Live and let live. “ “ Are you really alright? “ “ Something’s happening to me.” “ Who are you, really? “ “ Do I know you? “ “ The pleasure is mine. “ “ I am really sorry. “ “ Don’t think. Just do. “ “ You have to listen. “ “ Did you hear that? “ “ All hope is lost. “ “ Can we do this? “
How long does your ideal hug last
38-45 minutes
that’s really impractical
u said ideal, not realistic
Kick About
Starrk had suspicions of the location of his objective from the moment he’d been handed his treasure, cradled now tightly against his chest beneath crossed arms. The Shinigami had been waiting for him upon his exit, many more than had first stood charge over the place. None had yet drawn their weapons, but the intent was thick. Whether or not they had witnessed his conversation, an Arrancar had left Muken with a gift from Aizen. Suspicion was in their best interest.
Although he found no joy in it, he had been prepared to cut them down if they stood against him. He would not fail, not when he was so close.
It was the sharp clapping and laughter that cut through the tension, an all too familiar straw hat barely visible through the mob. At his behest, and a shared look with Starrk, the Shinigami dispersed. Whether or not there was an agenda there, or words that needed to be exchanged, Starrk cared little. As soon as the path forward was clear, he was off.
The Espada’s invasion into Karakura Town had failed even before their defeat, the Gotei 13 having swapped out the real thing for a duplicate. Although that had been irksome, what it meant now was that the site of their defeat, the graveyard of so many– it was still within the Soul Society.
The helmet acted as a compass, locked on to the one thing it needed. That they both needed, so desperately, so completely. He required only to listen to his soul, to follow its call. Far outside the Shinigami’s barracks, past districts whose names he didn’t know, denizens who cared little of his intent.
Into the ruins of the fake Karakura Town.
The debris, the landscape, every faded scorch mark.. he remembered them clearly. It might not have been yesterday, but it certainly was the most important day in his life. The day he had died. Melodramatic? Perhaps, but not without truth. The Primera Espada had ceased to be in both title and soul.
Moving slowly, carefully, attentive towards any traps or ambushes that might waylay him, it was in a mound of rubble the his soul finally screamed out in relief. The helmet, now hot in his hands, brimming with energy and potential, almost quivered. The final piece lay atop the mound, the portion of the mask that resided just over her left eye, starred up at him.
Kneeling down, fingers brushing tentatively over the fragment, he drew a short breath. If this didn’t work, he was sure his heart would break in two. And if it did, he might just die from the joy. In either case, fragment taken between forefinger and thumb, slotted gently into it’s home within the mask, Coyote Starrk would die today.
His only hope was that the Primera Espada would be born anew.
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Everything is a big, black void.
Time is nonexistent here – wherever here is. Like being asleep, but there are no dreams nor nightmares. No wants, no desires. It’s peaceful, wherever this is. But she has the realisation it’s not enough. Even in this stateless vacuum, she’s still alone.
But there’s a way out; she can feel it more than see it. And it gets stronger. And stronger.
Unlike the split where they in sorrow rent their soul in two, this feels like a rebuilding. It’s similar to Los Lobos when they become one again but without all the pomp and circumstance. She breathes in deeply, filling her lungs for the first time in a long time. A solitary fuchsia eye flutters open to meet a bright sky and the attentive (panicked?) steely gaze of her counterpart.
“Starrk...”
Her lips spill his name without thought as her soul resonates in triple time. Weak but unequivocally invigorated, she sits up in the desiccated rubble. Slender fingers curl into what’s left of the rebar underneath her legs as if to ground herself in this new reality. She’s unable to comprehend just what is happening, but knows all the same. Then, faster than a heartbeat, she launches herself into his arms.
Lilynette buries her face into his chest and clutches to him so tightly any weaker being would cave under the pressure. He’s here. He’s alive.
We’re not alone.
It doesn’t matter where they are geographically – she’s home now.
“Where the hell have you been?”
The gnawing feeling inside her stomach didn’t want to disappear, but Lily was tired. It felt like her bones were made of stone and she could not move another step. Laying her head onto her arms she closed her eyes. Only for a moment… only–
As the sun sank behind the horizon and the stars appeared one by one, the young woman was still sleeping. Nobody would disturb her. Nobody could see her.
But for once she didn’t care. Her dreams were far more pleasant than her current, solitary existence.