Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
DEAR READER
dirt enthusiast
Love Begins
roma★
Peter Solarz
Acquired Stardust
oozey mess
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Claire Keane
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@doctormurderbird
“It’s National Butt Kicking Day. Who wants an Ass Kicking? I’m formin’ a line right here!”
“If you intend to leave corpses in your wake, do leave keep them in fair condition. Though I suppose parts are just as workable, considering the state of things.”
“『Wow, you’re a real jerk, you know that?! I like you. Here, have a hundred dollars.』”
He needed that desperately.
“I’ve been called worse,” he said as he accepted the bill.
“But you have my most genuine thanks for my lunch money. Truly, you are a generous soul.”
“『I will literally pay someone one hundred dollars to do something mean to me right now.』”
“You’re a baseless degenerate whom no one will likely ever truly love.”
& - @tomokiri
It was a macabre sight. Most would have turned away from the scene, ready to run or wretch or both. The scent of blood thick in the air was bad enough on its own, but the sight of the bodies littered everywhere would have been enough to haunt a man for years.
For him, though, it was merely a fortunate find.
Bodies void of life had value to him. They didn’t fight twitch when you poked or squirm when you spoke or scream when you cut. They were simply quiet, humble tools that helped him do his work. Their pasts didn’t matter. Where one future ended, another began. That was just the way of them.
But these were different than most he came across. There weren’t haphazard marks or clumsy mistakes that had lead to the demise of these men. No, these had the markings of a killer--one born and bred for the task. The killing strokes on these were so precise, they had something of an elegance. Shuu couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity as he ran his fingers over the cuts and gashes his unknowing benefactor had left behind.
How fortunate for him when it seemed as though he might be able to have some of it sated suddenly.
“Quite a cautious one, aren’t we? But flitting about in the shadows is reserved for bit parts when last I checked. If you’re to be the star of this stage, wouldn’t you do well to be front and center?”
& - @envyswake
It was almost amusing, the fact it still stood there like some beacon of salvation in the night. It hadn’t changed a bit. Spotlights glared against the sides of the building, bleaching the outside walls an even brighter white than most would think possible, as though it were trying to desperately hide some awful secret.
It wasn’t far from the truth, of course. But who would expect such things from such a noble place as a hospital?
But the Hive City Medical Center had more than its fair share of skeletons and cobwebs lurking about, both out on display and in whispers no one dared to let slip inside its walls. But the good doctor didn’t mind things like that at all. To him, it simply served as a means to an end--a home away from home and a research center in its own right, though it would never be called as such to people who entered its halls without the proper context.
People such as the one Shuu saw skulking up the drive looking more curious than injured. Dubious flags raised in his mind, but perhaps there was some great malady this potential patient brought along as a welcoming present. He could only hope, at this point.
“If some common cold has brought you here, I suggest you turn back now,” he said plainly as the stranger approached. “A simple drugstore will treat you far more efficiently.”
Been a long time, Hive City, but the good doctor is in. Like this if you’re interested in a small starter. Capping this off at three, but if you have ideas, feel free to raid my inbox.
Research, he says. Komaeda’s curious but doesn’t say a word, not daring to interrupt, only turning every so often to stare at what answers the room had to offer. The lack of personal attention doesn’t strike him as odd, forgiving and excusing all behaviors that come from someone so reputable no matter how cold. There are piles of papers he blinks at, unable to read from this angle, but when he finds a gaze turned to him, his eyes immediately return to match it.
“What.. lengths?” He has to wonder of what’s correct to say before deciding to scrap all deceit and simply respond as honestly as he can. “Lengths… well, any of them I suppose.”
His demeanor changes, the glow in his eyes a poor compliment to the darkening of his tone. “I mean… walking into a hospital, you should expect that much, right? The kind of risks involved…”
“If I may be blunt, Iwamine-san… as long as I’m useful in some way, I don’t mind what it takes.” He’s been through so much, he thinks, that there’s nothing that could be done that he hasn’t already done to himself. He tacks a question on the end for good measure, though, wonder getting the best of him. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m sure I have no need to tell you this, Mr. Komaeda, but most people find the prospect of pioneering new medical techniques to be quite stressful. Delving into the unknown can be costly on multiple levels; there is an inherent, unavoidable risk that comes along with it that is purely and genuinely frightening on the most basic level. There’s no telling what can happen or what can come of it. It’s held many back in the past, but for those who have dared to push the envelope, the rewards have been many.
“I lack that fear. Pushing forward is what I strive for. And I find myself more apt to help those who would submit themselves completely, no matter the cost,” he said plainly, his chair creaking ever so slightly as his weight shifted in the seat. “It makes decisions so much easier in the long run, believe you me. And to that end...”
Without fanfare, he reached into a drawer out of immediate sight and rifled through its contents, producing a thin stack of papers that he slid across the desk to the young man.
“This is your decision. If you so choose to sign this release, I will keep my word. If not, then you are free to go about your life and wonder over what ifs. Feel free to take it with you if you need to mull it over. I have nothing but time.”
Send me a number for a song picked out by my muse.
1. A song that makes my muse think about their family and/or friends.
2. A song that helps my muse fall asleep.
3. A song that gives my muse hope.
4. A song that makes my muse cry.
5. A song that reminds them of someone they know (asker may specify a certain character).
6. A song that gives them chills.
7. A song that they would listen to during sex.
8. A song that has played during a key moment in my muses life.
9. A song that they listened to while going through a “phase”.
10. A song that my muse would say describes them.
11. A song that makes my muse think of their ex, whether it be a past friend or romantic/sexual partner.
12. A song that my muse listens to at three in the morning.
13. A song that my muse would sing to their lover.
14. A random song from my muse’s playlist.
Magenta >.>;;;
Magenta: I aspire to write like you.
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hunger games trilogy || starters
feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .
❝ it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝ why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝ i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝ no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝ i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝ you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝ ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out. ❞ ❝ here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝ i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝ i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝ stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝ you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝ you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝ my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝ for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝ destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝ here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝ they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝ you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝ well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝ you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝ i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝ because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝ you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝ if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝ what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝ i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝ where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝ i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝ the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝ hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝ a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝ kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝ i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝ imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝ i hate being so alone .❞ ❝ don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝ they will kill us .❞ ❝ you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝ please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝ at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝ aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝ some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝ isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝ you are my life .❞ ❝ i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝ you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝ if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝ so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝ you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝ technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝ i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝ mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝ you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝ you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝ i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝ closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝ jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝ what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝ i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝ may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝ what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝ ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝ i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝ i knew you’d kiss me . ❞
Reblog and see what color you get!
[Based on writing styles] White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime! Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing! Pink: I like your writing, it just needs a little tweaking! [Specify] Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them. Maroon: Eh, your writing is ok. Magenta: I aspire to write like you. Purple: Your writing needs a little work. Violet: I wish you would write more. Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters? Blue: You need to improve your writing Navy: I have a hard time understanding your writing. Gray: You should put more description into your writing. Black: Your writing is terrible. Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O Brown: Your writing seems a little bleak. Would you like some tips or advice from me?
“More and more holiday decorations seem to appear on the streets by the day. There’s hardly a person to be seen that doesn’t have some bit of festive air around them.”
“...what an unsettling time of year.”
He’s reminded of an older man – less respected, more eclectic – but with that same drive for knowledge, that same tacit discard of humanity. Izaya settles comfortably where he stands, and says nothing to the resemblance, lets the man keep his point that knowledge is powerless.
But whoever said curiosity is simple was full of it.
‘Maybe.’ Because that’s what it is: maybe, no more, no less. He’s not being paid to stand here and hand out his opinion on things, no matter how loose the term “meeting with a client” really is. ‘I try not to assume things. Kind of bad for the business side of things. Plus…’ He makes a vague hand gesture, and it could be anything from I don’t care to I already did my research. Whatever the good doctor wants it to be. ‘… and then there’s common sense.
‘Any agent of “theirs” shouldn’t need a guy like me, right?’
Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blares. Here’s the facts: they’re standing here, waiting for the evening to fall in on itself, batting words back and forth more like players in a competition than a client and his employer. You can’t call it a communication breakdown, ‘cause they both know that’s not what they came here for. He can push up his glasses, affect polite amusement, but then there’s common sense.
Iwamine-sensei is enjoying himself.
‘If you want to make up a story about you being some agent of evil,’ he says brightly, ‘I’ll take it. If it’s really good, you don’t even need to worry about paying me.
‘Or if you want to stand there complimenting me – that’s fine too.’
He’s learning plenty through the things the man will never say.
Shuu smirked at his dismissal. As dangerously intelligent as the young man seemed, his position had bred an obvious arrogance in him. It wasn’t entirely off-putting, though. In fact, it reminded him of more than a few other tragic subjects he’d come across in his time here. Perhaps it would prove interesting to keep his eye on this one, even after all was said and done.
“As entertaining as this entire conversation has been to this point, I’ll hold off on showering you in accolades until I see just how well you do. That’s not to say, however, that I don’t hold the utmost faith in your abilities, of course.”
“But I suppose it’s entirely a matter of perspective on whether or not I can be considered wholly ‘evil’. I’ve come close to doing things one might dare to call heartless or brash, but others might consider it well-intentioned.” The doctor smiled to himself. “Morality has always been one of humanity’s greatest trappings. If I had any regard for it, I might have been a philosopher. But that’s far and away from the subject at hand.”
He turned his attention back to Izaya before he continued. “I’m not one for weaving fantastic tales, Mr. Orihara, so I’m afraid traditional means of payment must suffice. That is, of course, if you’ve deemed me interesting enough to play along with for the moment.”
doctormurderbird
“Hey doctor, I’ve got a little problem.”
“So I guess it might be kind of a big one from what my friends tell me, but uh… I don’t think I’ve got a heartbeat.”
“Well, you certainly know how to make an introduction.”
“Given the nature of this city and its throngs of odd inhabitants, I must admit I wouldn’t find such a thing entirely surprising, but it would be interesting, were it true. I don’t suppose you would surrender yourself to a battery of exams willingly?”
"You're gonna have a bad time."
“I do believe that’s a matter of perspective. Although, it that’s an attempt at a threat, I feel I should at least warn you that appearances can be quite deceiving.”
Undertale Starter Meme
“After a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage.”
“Anything can make a good story with enough spin!”
“Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?”
“Beautiful. Why don’t you write a book?”
“Be good, alright?”
“Didn’t you read the sign?”
“Did you hear what they just said?”
“Did you know I love to ‘get owned?’”
“Disgusting. I’d love to try it sometime.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?”
“Excuse me, do you want to know how to beat me?”
“Finally, someone gets it.”
“Forgive me for this.”
“Golly, you must be so confused.”
“Goodbyes aren’t allowed in my town.”
“Haven’t I done a great job protecting you?”
“Haven’t you ever seen a cooking show before?”
“He flexed himself out of the room!”
“Heheh… The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It’s ALWAYS funny.”
“Hey, lighten up, bucko! I’m just joking with you.”
“Hey, that’s my emptiness, not yours.”
“I am just a silly little lady who worries too much!”
“I am only protecting you, do you understand?”
“I can’t afford not to care anymore.”
“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
“I could make friends with a wimpy loser like you any day!”
“I don’t like you the way you like me.”
“I don’t need friends! I’ve got KNIVES!”
“If I were you, I would’ve thrown in the towel by now.”
“I found a gun in a dumpster!”
“If you weren’t my houseguest, I’d beat you up right now!”
“I just want to have handsome, bishonen eyes.”
“I knew you had it in you!”
“I’m gonna need some dog treats for this!!!”
“I’m just a dozen away from a double digit follower count!”
“I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”
“I’m not ready for this to end.”
“In this world, it’s kill or be killed.”
“I really should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“Is (the sound a baby makes) an emotion?”
“It’s not wrong. It’s just my headcanon.”
“It’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.”
“I’ve heard they have things called bathrooms.”
“I want you to be happy, too.”
“I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning.”
“Never interact with attractive people.”
“Now’s your chance to accept my mercy.”
“Now you’ll see my true power: relying on people who aren’t garbage!”
“Oh no! You’re meeting all my standards!”
“Plants can’t talk, dummy.”
“Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp.”
“Really not feelin’ up to it right now. Sorry.”
“Remember how I said NOT to shoot at me?”
“Revenge won’t bring anybody back.”
“Sorry, can’t talk. I’m busy being popular on-line.”
“So what if a few people have to die?”
“Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”
“Studying history sure is easy when you’ve lived through so much of it yourself!”
“Thaaaaaat’s politics!”
“That’s the trash can. Feel free to visit it any time.”
“That was fun. Let’s finish the job.”
“The only joke here, is how strong my muscles are.”
“They come. They leave. They die.”
“This is just a friendly, um, killing between acquaintances!”
“Time for our union-regulated break!”
“Too intimidated to fight me, huh?”
“Watching someone on a screen really makes you root for them.”
“Were those two robots making out?”
“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”
“What do you think of my secret style?”
“Where are the knives.”
“Where is this? Where can I see the Anime.”
“Who knew that all I needed to make pals was to give people awful puzzles and then fight them?”
“Who needs arms with legs like these?”
“Why would I ever be friends with you?”
“Will anyone like me as sincerely as you?”
“Would you smooch a ghost?”
“You aren’t gonna tell my parents about this, are you?”
“You can’t spell ‘prepared’ without several letters from my name!”
“You can’t understand how this feels.”
“You didn’t need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”
“You do not dislike cinnamon, do you?”
“You just wanted to see me suffer.”
“You think I’m just gonna stand there and take it?”
“You’ll never see ‘em again.”
“You’re filled with determination.”
“You really hate me that much?”
“You’re giving me a real workout.”
“You’re gonna have a bad time.”
hopeasis:
A miracle isn’t too far off; he’s well aware of the time that’s passed since their last encounter, and though the city seems to be managing the task of keeping him around, he had to wonder if it’d be the same for those he’d met.
Nonetheless, Komaeda offers a tentative smile and a brief wave. “Iwamine-san! I had some time today so I thought I’d come here. I… apologize for taking so long…” Though the doctor didn’t seem angry or impatient with him– with a curious blink, he lingers before deciding to elaborate.
“To be honest, I was sure that the good fortune of running into you would result in something terrible later, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t cause trouble by coming too soon.” He hadn’t exactly explained the matter of his talent or cycle to the doctor, but he can’t help but justify himself in his nervousness, mutual understanding or not. “If you’d been taken from the city or something happened to the Center… it’d definitely be my fault.”
The logic of it all.
“But I think I’ve been hit with plenty of misfortune since then! Things seem relatively safe so–” Back to the matter at hand. “I hope you’re not too busy…?”
“Not at all. I find myself at something of a stall point with my present research. You’ve come at a wonderful time.” The doctor bade Komaeda to sit in the open chair across from him as he gathered together various papers lined with numbers and symbols that were scattered over his desk. “It has been a while since I paid your particular case any attention of merit, but it has, at least, been something of of a permanent fixture in my mind.”
Shuu set down his meticulous pile next to him before finally breaking his attention away, not to his patient, but to his computer screen. Moments filled with the sound of delicate typing passed before he finally deigned to even glance at the young man.
“It’s rather fortunate that the technology in this city seems a bit more advanced than what my offices back home would have to offer. It seems to have done wonders in assisting me to assess patients that have wandered through in recent months.” He smiled, but it was a long way from being anything close to comforting. “My point in mentioning as much is that I may have a means of assisting you as well.”
“But I feel as though I must ask, Mr. Komaeda: to what lengths would you go to be rid of your fate?”
