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Peaky Blinders Season 1 | Episode 5
random dialogue starters from βdoki doki literature clubβ .Β PT. 1Β always feel free to change pronouns!Β ( TRIGGER WARNINGΒ Β /Β Β SPOILERSΒ )
001. Β β Β i guess thereβs a little devil inside all of usΒ Β ,Β huhΒ ?Β Β β
002. Β βΒ i imagine a future where i can be with youΒ Β . Β Β β
003. Β β Β after all youβve done for usΒ Β ,Β Β there isnβt much i can do for you in returnΒ Β .Β β
004. Β β Β they donβt teach us in high school that there are other options for us out there . Β β
005. Β β Β is it love if i set youΒ free Β ?Β β
006. Β β Β this is where we say goodbyeΒ .Β β
007. Β β Β donβt cut yourself on that edgeΒ !Β Β β
008. Β βΒ Β donβt be shyΒ .Β Β .Β Β .Β Β β
009. Β β Β how can i write love into realityΒ ?Β β
010. Β β Β iβm going to miss youΒ . Β β
011. Β β Β iβve had really bad depression my whole lifeΒ Β .Β Β β
012. Β β Β GET OUT OF MY HEADΒ !Β β
013. Β β Β most days i canβt even find a reason to get out of bedΒ .Β β
014. Β β Β do you want me to go home cryingΒ Β ?Β β
015. Β β Β all my memories are hazyΒ .Β Β .Β Β .Β Β β
016. Β β Β surreal horror is often successfulΒ at changing the way you look at the worldΒ .Β Β β
017. Β β Β i didnβt want you to feel left outΒ .Β β
018. Β β Β shut your fucking mouthΒ . Β β
019. Β β Β something terribleβs about to happenΒ .Β Β .Β Β . β
020. Β β Β please stop playing with my heartΒ .Β β
021. Β βΒ Β i donβt want to come backΒ Β .Β β
022. Β β Β have you considered killing yourselfΒ Β ?Β Β β
023. Β β Β i might be a little jealous Β . Β . Β . Β β
024. Β βΒ Β my dad would beat the shit out of me if he found thisΒ Β . Β β
025. Β β Β i was waiting for you . Β β
026. Β β Β thereβs no happiness here after allΒ Β . Β β
027. Β βΒ i donβt want them to think weβre a couple or somethingΒ . β
028. Β βΒ Β i guess you donβt have it in you to be meanΒ Β !Β β
029. Β β Β Β thanks for keeping your promiseΒ . Β β
030. Β β Β but a poem is never actually finished Β . Β . Β . Β it just stops movingΒ .Β β
βHm,β Zeph said as he thought about that. βAnd do you look for things from all people, or do you have specific items you look for?β he questioned as he ran his finger along the curve of the handle of his glass. βIf you look for just anything, I may have a few things back at my place youβd like to see,β he commented as he glanced at the other, curious what heβd say. Was it too soon to invite someone back to his house? Would the other man think he was trying to be forward when he was just trying to show off some interesting artifacts? Or was he trying to just show off his artifacts? Sometimes he wasnβt even sure what he was doing, even here, he wasnβt sure what he was doing here- but he was here and he was going to make the most of it.
"A little of both," the witch gave a half grin. The offer took him off guard, but he was game. He'd not turn down the opportunity if the other possibly had something of interest. It wasn't in his constitution to be coy nor would it help his profession. Even if the objects were of no use there might be a benefit in getting to know the chief of police in the town. In preparation for exiting, Cianan threw down the rest of his beer before pulling out a cigarette from his coat pocket. "I'd say let's have a look." Cianan hated modern-day laws that prevented him from smoking and practically itched at the thought of stepping outside so he could light up.
Cillian Murphy for So It Goes Magazine ( 2014 )
I fucking love the character thatβs like. not really the villain. but definitely not a good guy I mean heβs on our side. but heβs definitely not morally upstanding.
"You are probably right," the Brit said as he rubbed his face over his hands. "Just need to get to my restaurant," he mumbled. He stood up and gripped the back of the bench for a moment before he swayed and started to head in the complete opposite direction of the restaurant, Rowland's. "Have a good today," he waved slightly, still obviously drunk as he walked- or stumbled- away.
A small smile bloomed on his lips as he watched the infamous chef begin to stagger awayβknowing he was heading completely in the wrong direction. Standing up from the bench he called out, "Rowlandβit be best if you turned around and went west instead of east. You'd surely get there much quicker."
βHm,β Zeph said as he thought about that. βAnd do you look for things from all people, or do you have specific items you look for?β he questioned as he ran his finger along the curve of the handle of his glass. βIf you look for just anything, I may have a few things back at my place youβd like to see,β he commented as he glanced at the other, curious what heβd say. Was it too soon to invite someone back to his house? Would the other man think he was trying to be forward when he was just trying to show off some interesting artifacts? Or was he trying to just show off his artifacts? Sometimes he wasnβt even sure what he was doing, even here, he wasnβt sure what he was doing here- but he was here and he was going to make the most of it.
Cianan rubbed his chin with his knuckles before he nodded, "Yeah, both. People usually hire me when they want particular items, but I do have a rather unique collection of things that were too good to pass up." Cianan pursed his lips and pushed the beer back, surprised by the invitation. He was way too curious not to take him up on the offer. "Sure, it would be foolish to turn down such an invitation from aβ" he stopped short and pointed at his own ear before smiling broadly. Even if Zephyr's items were of no use, he would at least have another contact for business: and a lawman to boot.
It would certainly be dreadful if the future of our species rested on the backs of vampires, that's for sure," Zephyr commented as he looked at his own beer. He was starting to feel more comfortable with the other man, Cianan. As Cianan laughed, a slight smile spread on Zephyr's cheeks. He liked making people laugh. "So, you know what I do- what do you do?" he asked curiously.
His eyes drifted away at the thought of the vamps in charge. It would be one hell of a show. He had nothing against them but humans and some supernaturals are biased for a reason. Nodding at the question before he answered, "I'm a finder of things. I'm a merchant trader on paper, but really I help others find magical items." Cianan was always as vague as possible for a reason, but he'd suspect the other would ask if they were curious enough, and Cianan might be obliged to open up a bit more. The longer he sat with the fae the more he liked him.
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Truth be told, Francis felt awful, there was nothing like a night of drinking with someone younger than him to remind him that he was in fact not a young man anymore. "Ah, this would be the result of showing off," Francis looked at the other man with a shrug and then a roll of his neck. "I'll be fine in a bit, I just haven't gone to sleep yet, is all." he explained.
Cianan sat waiting for a ride to the airport when he took a seat on the bench. The statement more than anything was to make sure he was awake and not in a complete stupor. The sun had just begun to rise and illuminated everything in a soft yellow glow. He pursed his lips before he dared to suggest, "Maybe you just need some of the hair of the dog that bit you."
Finally! Niska decided it was a good thing that it took her so long to find a bar in Saintes. After half an hour of walking and exploring the neighbourhood, all doubts about visiting a bar by herself had vanished. Instead, she was simply glad for the fruity cocktail in front of her. What did it even matter that she didnβt know anyone well enough to take to this bar? Wasnβt this normal for someone who had just arrived? She nipped at her drink, looking around. There was only one problem: What did one do at a bar alone? Niska had hoped that the answer would come to her in the moment β as it so often happened in movies. But life was far more complicated than depicted in the movies, she realized. Her hand reached up to fumble with her necklace, eyes scanning the room for someone to approach or better, get someone to approach her.
βMy necklace?β The surprise was evident when her wish actually came true. This wasβ¦ unusual. Niska hesitated a moment, looking at the probably much older man but decided that he was actually kind of cute β and she desperate for company. βOh, this is from Tuscany. I made this myselfβ, she smiled proudly. βI mean I found the stone at the beach. It kinda looks like a bird, doesnβt it?β β most likely her imagination running wild. Niska giggled. βDo you like it?β
Cianan saw that he took her off guard by his commentary and leaned back a bit not wanting to intimidate the poor girl. He was just making general conversation. He fixed on the colorful concoction that she drank and wondered how much of it was actually sugar. At the prideful mention sheβd made he let out a bemused, βOh really.β Mirth and liquor danced through his icy blue eyes. After she continued on that sheβd actually found the stone things made more sense. Reaching for the bottle of whiskey he poured himself another glass and sipped it as he debated carrying on the conversation anymore. He nodded admitting he did in fact like the necklace.
Drawing in more of the amber liquor, it did well to warm him as he considered how much to reveal about the necklace. After all, she did choose to be Saintes- a known haven for the supernatural. Besides he was curious about just what her reaction would be. Making a point of sitting up straight the warlock looked the young woman in the eye. He didnβt want to miss even the slightest micro-expression as he revealed its origins. βItβs an enchanted talisman actually. The stone was carefully carved out by a bird familiar, and likely gifted to a witch they were deeply connected with.β He paused letting his last statement settle in before he took down the rest of his drink. βIts magic is practically vibrating and calling anyone with the ability to sense it.β
No sooner did he finish the statement a loud exchange occurred near the door which caused him to look away from his guest. Apparently, someone had had enough to drink. Once it settled down he gazed back at the girl before he added, βTo its intended owner it brought them a little extra boost in their magic. For someone like you, it will bring you some luck and the universe may be more receptive to your intentions. Iβd keep a hold of it as long as possible if I were you.β
Cillian Murphy | The Edge of Love 2008 | John Maybury
βCareful with that,β Violet said when he pulled the book down from the shelf. βThatβs not a replica,β she said as she stepped closer and ran her fingers lovingly over the spine of the book. βIt took a lot of negotiating and a few threats from my husband to get that,β she explained as she smiled at the book a little. But then she glanced back at him with interest when he asked if she was in need of help finding items. βPerhaps we can,β she said with a slight smile, her interest was piqued to say in the least.
Especially when he let out a sound at the soul that entered the room and then disappeared. Her cheek twitched slightly before she took the book from his hand while he was distracted. βYouβre in the presence of a businesswoman,β she said shortly. She didnβt like to talk about necromancy, and the book heβd selected had been important to her for a reason. It was in the shop for the aesthetic but it would be kept with more... Interesting items behind the counter, for when Violet was doing her own research. A hand went to the necklace she wore and she twisted the chain around her fingers for a moment before letting it fall back to her chest. βI assume you want to sell me items to sell here- or is it more of a consignment offer?β she asked, trying to keep the conversation away from necromancy, and back on business. βYou bring the items in here to sell and when they do, we split the profits?β she asked as she moved behind the counter and put the grimoire on a shelf behind her, then turned back to him with a quirked eyebrow. βSomething like that?β
A small nod acknowledged her warning of the book, as a memory of Rossini came to mind. Studying the witch as her finger traced the spine of the grimoire. Even a sincere smile appeared at the mention of the lengths her husband went to get it. "Rossini would've been impressed and expected nothing less. Be careful if there's a demonic resurrection spell in there. It's how he met his end." Taking a step back he rested his arm against the shelf.
He watched the small tick on her cheek at the accusation of being a necromancer. Apparently, much like himself once and many witches before she shunned the gift. To each their own he thought as it didn't directly have any relation to their possible business dealings he dropped it altogether. Nodding at the mention of consignment he offered, "People come to me to locate particular items, and I often come across other things of interest that could be of use in the shop, Rather you'd like to proceed as consignment or something else is up to you." Standing up straight to his full height from his relaxed leaning he watched as she placed the book back onto the shelf. Nodding he repeated, "Yeah, something like that." Reaching into the inside of coat he pulled out a business card and set it on the counter. "I'd also appreciate any business that you, your husband, or anyone else might have for me."
What is your character's name and occupation? My name is Cianan Balor, and let's just say my specialty is locating and sourcing items of supernatural importance for paying clientele. What brings them to Saintes? After the announcement things went to shit wouldn't you say? I mean it could've been a grand shift in paradigm, but instead, the system managed to do what it always does. Turn each other on one another. What can we expect next from your character? Cianan was exhausted by a century of constant vigilance and thought Saintes made sense. It would be a place where his talents could be useful to so many. The longer he spends in the town the more thawing and shedding away of old beliefs will occur as he meets others who challenge his past ideas. I think alliances will be formed that weren't in the realm of possibility before, and he'll finally allow some growth and (dare I say) some warmth may come into his life.