Skinchanger

Indie Faith, TWAU

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Like for a canon dialogue starter.

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

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i-see-light:

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 1 )

BEAUTIFUL

❛  I believe I’m a good person.  ❜

❛  I like to think there’s good in everyone.  ❜

❛  Here we are. First day of senior year.  ❜

❛  I look around at these kids I’ve known my whole life and I ask myself: What happened?  ❜

❛  We were so tiny.  ❜

❛  Then we got bigger, that was the trigger.  ❜

❛  Welcome to my school.  ❜

❛  This ain’t no high school.  ❜

❛  This is the Thunderdome.  ❜

❛  Hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon.  ❜

❛  College will be paradise if I’m not dead by June.  ❜

❛  But I know life can be beautiful.  ❜

❛  I hope, I dream, I pray for a better way.  ❜

❛  If we changed back then, we could change again.  ❜

❛  We could be beautiful, just not today.  ❜

❛  Things will get better, soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke or Brown.  ❜

❛  Then I can blow this town.  ❜

❛  Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky french cafes.  ❜

❛  Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.  ❜

❛  (name), third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.  ❜

❛  What did you say to me skank?  ❜

❛  We were kind before, we can be kind once more.  ❜

❛  We on for movie night?  ❜

❛  Yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail.  ❜

❛  I rented the Princess Bride!  ❜

❛  Woah, again? Don’t you have it memorized by now?  ❜

❛  What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.  ❜

❛  He is the smartest guy on the football team… which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.  ❜

❛  Hey! Pick that up right now!  ❜

❛  I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?  ❜

❛  My buddy (name) just asked you a question.  ❜

❛  I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend?  ❜

❛  You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.  ❜

❛  You have a zit right there!  ❜

❛  Dear diary: whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.  ❜

❛  Why do they hate me?  ❜

❛  Why don’t I fight back?  ❜

❛  Why do I act like such a creep?  ❜

❛  Why won’t he date me?  ❜

❛  Why did I hit him?  ❜

❛  Why do I cry myself to sleep?  ❜

❛  Give me some hope here!  ❜

❛  They float above it all.  ❜

❛  Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.  ❜

❛  No discernible personality but her mom did pay for implants.  ❜

❛  She is a mythic bitch.  ❜

❛  They’re solid teflon. Never bothered, never harassed.  ❜

❛  I would give anything to be like that.  ❜

❛  I’d like to be their boyfriend.  ❜

❛  That would be beautiful.  ❜

❛  I’d like them to be nicer.  ❜

❛  I’d like to kidnap a (name) and photograph her naked in an abandoned building and leave her tied up for the rats.  ❜

❛  Grow up, (name), Bulimia is so ‘87.  ❜

❛  Maybe you should see a doctor, (name).  ❜

❛  Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting. You’re late for class.  ❜

❛  (name), wasn’t feeling well! We’re helping her.  ❜

❛  Hurry up, get where you’re going.  ❜

❛  This is an excellent forgery.  ❜

❛  I crave a boon.  ❜

❛  Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you tolerate me, they’ll leave me alone.  ❜

❛  Before you answer I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.  ❜

❛  Shut up, (name)!  ❜

❛  Sorry, (name).  ❜

❛  For a greasy, little nobody, you do have good bone structure.  ❜

❛  If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. That’s very important.  ❜

❛  Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.  ❜

❛  This could be beautiful.  ❜

❛  Get this girl some blush and (name) I need your brush.  ❜

❛  Let’s make her beautiful.  ❜

❛  Out of my way, geek!  ❜

❛  I don’t want trouble.  ❜

❛  You’re gonna die at 3pm.  ❜

❛  Don’t you dare touch me!  ❜

❛  Get away pervert!  ❜

❛  What did I ever do to them?  ❜

❛  Who could survive this?  ❜

❛  I can’t escape this!  ❜

❛  I think I’m dying!  ❜

❛  Who’s that with (name)?  ❜

❛  You hope, you dream, you pray and you get your way.  ❜

❛  Ask me how it feels lookin’ like hell on wheels.  ❜

❛  My god, it’s beautiful.  ❜

❛  I might be beautiful!  ❜

❛  When you’re beautiful, it’s a beautiful frickin’ day!  ❜

CANDY STORE

❛  Are we gonna have a problem?  ❜

❛  You’ve got a bone to pick?  ❜

❛  You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?  ❜

❛  I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch.  ❜

❛  I’m feeling nice.  ❜

❛  Here’s some advice. Listen up, biatch!  ❜

❛  I like looking hot, buying stuff they can not.  ❜

❛  I like drinking hard, maxing dad’s credit card.  ❜

❛  I like skipping gym, scaring her, screwing him.  ❜

❛  I like killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose.  ❜

❛  If you lack the balls you can go play dolls, let your mommy fix you a snack.  ❜

❛  Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in my Porsha with the quarterback.  ❜

❛  Honey, watchu waitin’ for?  ❜

❛  Step into my candy store.  ❜

❛  It’s time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore.  ❜

❛  All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamoo.  ❜

❛  That freak’s not you friend.  ❜

❛  If she had your shot, she would leave you to rot.  ❜

❛  ‘Course if you don’t care, fine, go braid her hair. Maybe Sesame Street is on.  ❜

❛  Forget that creep and get in my jeep.  ❜

❛  Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn!  ❜

❛  You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.  ❜

❛  You can join the team or you can bitch and moan.  ❜

❛  You can live the dream or you can die alone.  ❜

❛  You can fly with eagles or, if you prefer, keep on testing me and end up like her.  ❜

❛  (name), look! (name) invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!  ❜

❛  Color me stoked.  ❜

❛  I’m so happy!  ❜

❛  Time for you to prove you’re not a lame-ass anymore.  ❜

FIGHT FOR ME

❛  Hey, Mr. No Name Kid, so who might you be?  ❜

❛  Could you fight for me?  ❜

❛  Could you face the crowd? Could you be seen with me and still act proud.  ❜

❛  Could you hold my hand?  ❜

❛  Could you carry me through no man’s land?  ❜

❛  It’s fine, if you don’t agree.  ❜

❛  I would fight for you, if you would fight for me.  ❜

❛  let them drive us underground, I don’t care how far.  ❜

❛  You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.  ❜

❛  Woah! You can punch real good.  ❜

❛  You’ve lasted longer than I thought you would.  ❜

❛  If some night you’re free, wanna fight for me?  ❜

FREEZE YOUR BRAIN

❛  I’ve been ten high schools, they start to get blurry. no point planting roots ‘cause you’re gone in a hurry.  ❜

❛  My dad keeps to suitcases packed in the den, so it’s only a matter of ‘when’.  ❜

❛  I don’t learn their names, don’t bother with faces.  ❜

❛  All I can trust is this concrete oasis.  ❜

❛  Seems every time I’m about to despair, there’s a 7-11 right there.  ❜

❛  Each store is the same from Las Vegas to Boston.  ❜

❛  I pray at my altar of slush.  ❜

❛  I live for that sweet, frozen rush!  ❜

❛  Freeze your brain, suck on that straw, get lost in the pain.  ❜

❛  Happiness comes when everything numbs.  ❜

❛  Who needs cocaine?  ❜

❛  Just freeze your brain.  ❜

❛  Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?  ❜

❛  When mom was alive, we lived half-way normal.  ❜

❛  Now it’s just me and my dad, we’re less formal.  ❜

❛  I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent. Learned the world doesn’t owe you a cent.  ❜

❛  You’re planing a future (name).  ❜

❛  You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.  ❜

❛  The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you’d better start building some walls.  ❜

❛  Swim in the ice, get lost in the pain.  ❜

❛  Shut your eyes tight, til you vanish from sight. Let nothing remain.  ❜

❛  Fight pain with more pain!  ❜

❛  Forget who you are, unburden your load, forget in six weeks you’ll be back on the road.  ❜

❛  When the voice in your head says you’re better of dead, don’t open a vein.  ❜

❛  Try it.  ❜

BIG FUN

❛  Dad said ‘act our age’, you heard the man. It’s time to rage!  ❜

❛  Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.  ❜

❛  Let’s get naked in my pool!  ❜

❛  Punch the wall and start a fight!  ❜

❛  Ain’t nobody home tonight.  ❜

❛  Come upstairs and rest your head.  ❜

❛  Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.  ❜

❛  The folks are gone.  ❜

❛  It’s time for big fun!  ❜

❛  When mom and dad forget to lock the liquor cabinet it’s big fun.  ❜

❛  Ok, ok, ok, so it’s salt, and then lime, and then shot?  ❜

❛  You’re doing it wrong!  ❜

❛  Really? cause I feel great!  ❜

❛  (name) you are looking good tonight!  ❜

❛  A hot guy smiled at me without a trace of mockery!  ❜

❛  Everyone’s high as a kite.  ❜

❛  Is that weed? I want a hit.  ❜

❛  Fill that joint and roll it tight.  ❜

❛  Dreams are coming true when people laugh, but not at you.  ❜

❛  I’m not alone! I’m not afraid!  ❜

❛  I feel like Bono at LiveAid!  ❜

❛  Crack open one more case.  ❜

❛  I think that’s what they call third base.  ❜

❛  Way to show maturity.  ❜

❛  Quit it jackass! Get off of me!  ❜

❛  I just saw some freshmen sneaking over the pool fence.  ❜

❛  I hate freshmen! Where are you little pricks? I’m coming for you!  ❜

❛  Aw, thanks, (name) but I don’t really have to vomit right now.  ❜

❛  You need a jello shot!  ❜

❛  I can’t believe you actually came.  ❜

❛  I brought sparkling cider!  ❜

❛  Showing up here took some guts, time to rip ‘em out.  ❜

❛  Why d’you gotta be so weird all the time?  ❜

❛  People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.  ❜

❛  There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?  ❜

❛  Our folks got no clue ‘bout all the shit their children do.  ❜

❛  Why are they surprised whenever we’re unsupervised?  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING

❛  The demon queen of high school has decreed it.  ❜

❛  She says monday, 8 am, I will be deleted.  ❜

❛  They’ll hunt me down in studyhall, stuff and mount me on the wall.  ❜

❛  Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?  ❜

❛  I don’t have to stay and die like cattle.  ❜

❛  I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.  ❜

❛  Wait, here’s an option that I like: spend these thirty hours gettin’ freakay!  ❜

❛  I need it hard.  ❜

❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜

❛  I’m in your yard.  ❜

❛  (name)? What are you doing in my room?  ❜

❛  I’m sorry but I really had to wake you.  ❜

❛  See I’ve decided I must ride you ‘til I break you.  ❜

❛  (name) says I got’s to go.  ❜

❛  You’re my last meal on death row.  ❜

❛  Shut your mouth and loose those tighty whiteys.  ❜

❛  Tonight I’m yours.  ❜

❛  Get on all fours.  ❜

❛  Let’s go, you know the drill.  ❜

❛  I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.  ❜

❛  It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful.  ❜

❛  You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.  ❜

❛  So the world’s unfair, keep it looked out there. In here it’s beautiful.  ❜

❛  Let’s make this beautiful.  ❜

❛  That works for me!  ❜

❛  Full steam ahead!  ❜

❛  How’d you find my address?  ❜

❛  Let’s break the bed!  ❜

❛  I think you tore my mattress!  ❜

❛  No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew.  ❜

❛  Get your ass in gear! Make this whole town disappear!  ❜

❛  Slap me, pull my hair.  ❜

❛  Touch me there and there and there and no more talking.  ❜

❛  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! OW!  ❜

THE ME INSIDE OF ME

❛  What would she say?  ❜

❛  Believe it or not, I knew about fear, I knew the way loneliness stung.  ❜

❛  I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes, I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.  ❜

❛  The world it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.  ❜

❛  No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings, no one gets her insecurity.  ❜

❛  I’m am more than shoulder pads and makeup.  ❜

❛  No one sees the me inside of me.  ❜

❛  Jesus! You’re making me sound like air supply!  ❜

❛  Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops.  ❜

❛  Woah! Is it murder?  ❜

❛  No, look, here’s a suicide note.  ❜

❛  They couldn’t see past my rockstar mystique, they wouldn’t dare look in my eyes.  ❜

❛  Just underneath was a terrified girl who clings to her pillow and cries.  ❜

❛  My looks were just like prison bars, they left me a myriad of scars.  ❜

❛  No one thinks a pretty girl has substance, that’s the curse of popularity.  ❜

❛  I am more than just a source of handjobs.  ❜

❛  Our children are dying!  ❜

❛  This is the loveliest suicide note I’ve ever read.  ❜

❛  Box up my clothing for Good Will and give the poor my Nordic Track.  ❜

❛  Donate my car to crippled kids or to those ghetto moms on crack.  ❜

❛  Give them my tapes and my CDs, my hats, my pumps, my flats my three TVs.  ❜

❛  I weep for all failed to be.  ❜

❛  Maybe I can help the world by leaving.  ❜

❛  Maybe that’s the me inside of me.  ❜

❛  I never knew about her pain.  ❜

❛  Her life had hit a rocky patch.  ❜

❛  Deep down she wasn’t cruel or vain.  ❜

❛  She didn’t mean to be a snatch.  ❜

❛  (name), you’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?  ❜

❛  Maybe (name) realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power, and that the only way to do that was death?  ❜

❛  My god! Look what we’ve done, we’re breaking through! (name) would be so proud of you!  ❜

❛  No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you.  ❜

❛  She’s made us better than we were.  ❜

❛  (name) is dead, but she will live inside me.  ❜

❛  Holy crap! This is awesome!  ❜

❛  Our sins fell on her shoulders.  ❜

❛  (name) died so we could all be free.  ❜

❛  I’m bigger than John Lennon!  ❜

❛  She’s the dove that sings outside my window.  ❜

❛  She’s the twin from whom I’m separated.  ❜

❛  She’s the horse I never got for Christmas.  ❜

❛  (name) sees the me inside of me.  ❜

BLUE

❛  You’ve got a left hand, use it.  ❜

❛  Don’t talk mean like that!  ❜

❛  You’ll hurt their feelings!  ❜

❛  You make my balls so blue.  ❜

❛  What did they do to you that you hate them so?  ❜

❛  Don’t run from me.  ❜

❛  They’re all beat up like a tackling dummy.  ❜

❛  They long for your embrace.  ❜

❛  Just look at them glow.  ❜

❛  We’re begging you!  ❜

❛  Open the door!  ❜

❛  Once you were geeky and nerdy, but they knew you’re dirty.  ❜

❛  Look! Booze! Drink!  ❜

❛  Baby you gots to come through.  ❜

❛  Teach them to smile.  ❜

❛  Please make their dreams come true.  ❜

OUR LOVE IS GOD

❛  They made you cry, but that will end tonight.  ❜

❛  You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.  ❜

❛  Go on and cry.  ❜

❛  When the morning comes, we’ll burn it down and then, we’ll build the world again.  ❜

❛  Our love is God.  ❜

❛  Are you okay?  ❜

❛  I was alone.  ❜

❛  I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.  ❜

❛  See, now I’m crying too.  ❜

❛  You’re not alone.  ❜

❛  We’ll raise our city here.  ❜

❛  How did you know it was a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?  ❜

❛  Uh… lucky guess?  ❜

❛  Meet me at the cemetery, at dawn.  ❜

❛  We can start and finish wars.  ❜

❛  We’re what killed the dinosaurs.  ❜

❛  We’re the asteroid that’s overdue.  ❜

❛  They died because god said they must.  ❜

❛  The new world needed room for me and you.  ❜

❛  I worship you.  ❜

❛  I’d trade my life for yours.  ❜

❛  They all will disappear.  ❜

❛  We’ll plant out garden here.  ❜

❛  Woah, is that real?  ❜

❛  When the morning comes, they’ll both be laughing stocks.  ❜

❛  Let’s go hunt some jocks!  ❜

❛  Take it slow (name). Strip for me.  ❜

❛  I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport.  ❜

❛  (name)? You’re just unconscious, right (name)? (name)!?.  ❜

❛  Get off the fence! Get off the damn fence!  ❜

❛  I don’t understand!  ❜

❛  Stop being a dick!  ❜

❛  What does that mean?  ❜

❛  What the fuck have you done?  ❜

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Like for a canon dialogue starter.

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I have a more than vested interest in getting things restarted, letting Faith resume being totally-absolutely-alive. The very brief and far-back window of activity here leaves me a little out of touch, though, so! If we interacted before and you’d like to continue those basically-two-years-old threads (or start NEW ones! or plot!), or are someone I never got up to anything with, please feel free to like this, nudge me via IM, basically anything! This is just sticking a feeler out to see if there’s still anyone around. 

(Or if you’re seeing this post in the below tags, please like/comment/IM/reblog/etc  if you have any interest in Faith, a former-princess whose life before and after relocating to NY has been very, very difficult and left her a extremely crafty lady.)

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I have a more than vested interest in getting things restarted, letting Faith resume being totally-absolutely-alive. The very brief and far-back window of activity here leaves me a little out of touch, though, so! If we interacted before and you’d like to continue those basically-two-years-old threads (or start NEW ones! or plot!), or are someone I never got up to anything with, please feel free to like this, nudge me via IM, basically anything! This is just sticking a feeler out to see if there’s still anyone around. 

(Or if you’re seeing this post in the below tags, please like/comment/IM/reblog/etc  if you have any interest in Faith, a former-princess whose life before and after relocating to NY has been very, very difficult and left her a extremely crafty lady.)

[vintagesaltbackup]

Winona Ryder in Night on Earth (1991)

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hellhoxnd:

Her words brought an actual snicker from the Hound – a sight rarely seen, accompanied with the crooked stretching across his face. Oh, he certainly wished he could manhandle that funny little man more often than not — which, technically, he could but shouldn’t. His job at the Pudding & Pie was low-profile, and he needed to keep it that way. Roughing up the boss seemed like a bad idea.

”I was taught one shouldn’t speak unless one had something important to say.”

It was certainly not the first time someone had mistaken him for a mute – a repeated misconception he was learning to like. Made it less likely for others to approach him. Rarely did he find another person – let alone a Fable – who didn’t get on his every last nerve – though he supposed that, in a sense, the Hound had grown to develop a soft-spot of sorts for the girls who worked at the club.

Call him old-fashioned — he would hardly disagree — but he reckoned these poor souls had already been through enough. No need for him to add on to their burden by treating them like a complete and total ass; they had both the patrons and the joint’s management to fill that particular quota. Didn’t mean he had to be nice either, mind – simply meant he’d extend them the courtesy of leaving them be, more often than not.

”Yeah.” He paused momentarily as to have a long sip of his new drink. “Faith?” He certainly hoped to god whoever he wasn’t mistaken.

”It’s a gin and tonic.” He murmured, gesturing his head for the glass she’d been served with. “Nothing too fancy.”

Capable of speech and laughter; today was nothing if not a day of discovery. 

“Not a bad lesson to have down, all things considered. I’d give some kind of speech about sealed lips, but...” Smiling, she fixed him with a helpless shrug, lifting her glass as if in meek toast before taking a swig. “It comes up often enough I think I’m almost sick of saying it.”

“Yeah, Faith. Unlucky name to have around here, but I get by -- not a single fancy drink required.”

Another pause, another sip of drink, before she asked, “Not to sound the prying type, but it’s tricky to make conversation when you know so little -- why work here?”

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pureasdriven:

It was unusually for someone to catch her so quickly after an altercation with Crane, so the former princess had little time to steady her own emotions. Thankful, the woman who was next in line was kind enough not to dwell on what she’d seen. 

“Oh?” Snow tilted her head slightly, concern washing away the tenseness she felt a moment before. “I’m sorry, we have a lot of Fables in…need of help.” She wasn’t sure how to put it without sounding offensive.  “We don’t have a lost and found, I’m sorry. What’s missing?” Snow picked up a post it pad from her desk, ready to take down the information. “I can have our librarian check the vaults, and if there’s nothing there I can forward your case to the sheriff.” 

Little luck, although Faith hadn’t exactly come there with high hopes. Hope was expensive and not something one would be wise to take with them to the Business Office; rather, this was an almost low-tier option, used either by people with so few avenues to turn to they’d have the door shut in their face just to know they’d tried it, and those who simply didn’t know any better.

“Just some jewelry - a box, nothing worth a castle, but expensive enough I’d like to get it back.” With pleasantly little effort, she kept her voice level. One would never assume it was nearly the last of her worldly possessions. 

“Ordinary box, wood, glass window on top...” A pause in her speech as she considered the last of the woman’s offer. “No need to get the sheriff involved, it’s not worth taking his time.”

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bantercontrol:

donkeyskiin

{ ❖ } “Well, well, well. Look who decided ta finally show ‘er fuckin’ face!”

“Not my fault I got held up.” Defiant as a fly could be, when already wrapped in web.

“You want your money, it takes time to earn it - can’t just up and leave halfway through.”

[faerieroleplaymemes]

‘Before Sunrise’ sentence meme

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faerieroleplaymemes:

Send one to my muse for their reaction

“I like to feel his/her eyes on me when I look away.”

“Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”

“I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone.”

“You know what’s the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It’s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they’re thinking of you.”

“We’re all happy and free as long as I can fuck as much as I want.”

“I don’t know. Wait a minute, I’m not sure… I don’t…”

“People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there’s nothing more selfish.”

“I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between.”

“It’s awful! It’s like a sociological experiment!”

“Do you know anyone who’s in a happy relationship?”

“Come on. It’ll be fun. Come on.”

“Alright, I have an admittedly insane idea, but if I don’t ask you this it’s just, uh, you know, it’s gonna haunt me the rest of my life.”

“I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really?”

“Everybody’s parents fucked them up. Rich kids parents gave them too much. Poor kids, not enough. You know, too much attention, not enough attention.”

“Why do I make everything so complicated?”

“Listen, if somebody gave me the choice right now, of to never see you again or to marry you, alright, I would marry you.”

“You know what I want? To be kissed.”

“But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right?”

“Maybe we should meet here in five years or something.”

“Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?”

“I think that’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously, it’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“I’m gonna take your picture. So I never forget you, or all this.”

“Were we having our first fight back there?”

“I don’t think we should sleep together. I mean, I want to, but…”

“I wish I’d met you earlier. I really like talking to you.”

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silentiio:

“Yes, around that time.” 

Sleep hasn’t been so easy for her lately either. What with the long hours. But she doesn’t mind missing out on a couple more hours of sleep if it meant spending some quality time with Faith.

“Is your…husband going to be okay with that?”

Nerissa doesn’t know much, but she figures Faith is trying to leave him out of the loop as much as she can. Their career is dangerous as it is woven in a web of secrecy. 

Lawrence. The thought stung a little, hard as she tried to ignore it. She was due to check in on him soon, actually -- in time, in time. Couldn’t go without any money, god only knew how he was supporting himself, and she hardly had pocket change to spare.

For one long moment, she felt hollow. The resulting smile was forced, but she tried her damndest to make it reach her eyes, make it proper.

“He won’t mind -- he knows I run hectic hours, and that people...need to look out for their friends. He’s understanding like that.”

Really he was. “It won’t be any trouble.”

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hellhoxnd:

Oh, lovely.

He didn’t see why he needed to get between all this rubbish — suppose that was the reason he never spoke much. To anyone at all, for that matter. The less he got involved, the easier it would be not to give a single fuck about all this.

But the Hound, to the few who knew him, was known for his temper and the excessive extent of which — and the one thing he didn’t need was to find himself talking back to Georgie later that evening. No, as hard a task as it might seem, Copper needed to collect himself and make sure he kept his yap shut.

Another drink was certainly in order.

”Thanks for the warning.”

He glanced back to the dancer a second time, a faint smile pressing his lips firmly together before downing the rest of his drink and tapping his finger against the bar, as to indicate he wanted a refill.

Admittedly, he hadn’t seen any of the dancers hang around the bar all too often – but the thought of performing their jobs sober was, well… rather unthinkable.

”Oi – another for the lady.”

Suppose he was stepping out of bounds in ordering a drink she might not like — suppose he was stepping out of bounds for ordering anything at all for her. But then again, in his own distant way; this was the Hound’s way of attempting at being friendly.

“Not a problem. You keep the patrons from manhandling me, I keep you from manhandling Georgie.” Casually stated, words passing through a smile he couldn’t see, she wished the opposite could be true -- seeing Georgie have the shit beat out of him was an almost heavenly image.

But not a feasible one, and one that would just lead to more trouble for her. Best stick to enjoying the little things. Like pretty lights out on the street, Georgie coming in late, or a free drink.

Certainly made the job more tolerable. 

Without so much as an ounce of trepidation she seated herself at his side, giving a lazy nod of thanks toward the source of her drink, lifting it with three fingers and gazing at its contents. 

“I was starting to think you were mute, you know -- I’ve never heard you talk before.” Not her best conversation starter, but she had something resembling pleasant company and alcohol to burn at her throat, she needed nothing better.

“It’s Copper, right?”

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bigbybxdwolf:

The thing about being an authority in a small community is that everybody knows who you are, but you are often left in the dark about who are you talking to. And having so many of them, sometimes it’s hard to keep track.

She might be afraid of being followed, or maybe the girl is being watched. Judging by her outfit - something that reveals her assents and then some her occupation was obvious. The cheap make-up was also an indication that she isn’t some party girl but somebody who might orbit around parties for a living. The times were tougher to some than to others.

“ Sure. ” he turned to face her, trying to whiff any possible danger about. “ I haven’t catch your name, miss…?”

No immediate questioning, no glances at her clothing - or at least non of awkward length, all was going better than she’d anticipated. The illusion of him as some sort of evil-doer was one she’d never bought into, and she was no less comfortable standing by him than she was anywhere else.

In fact, the exact opposite could be said - she felt significantly more secure.

“Faith,” she answered, barely managing to ignore the habit of giving false names, “and unless I’ve heard wrong, you’re Bigby. Pleasure to meet you.”

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hellhoxnd:

donkeyskiin

Good god, did this joint make his skin crawl.

The Hound supposed, however, that he should at least try to maintain a legitimate job, if only to account for his income. The Pudding & Pie didn’t pay him half as much, but then again, he doubted anyone of a clear mind would bother snooping around that particular establishment or its employees.

He never took much of an interest in… well, to put things simply; females of any kind in the specific way the club suggested (or males, for that matter) – but suppose that was what made him just right for the job. Guarding the door and kicking out creeps who’d overstayed their welcome wasn’t particularly hard work, mind – but it was, after all, a job. A mildly decent one, at that, if not a bit mind-numbing.

Thankfully, taking care of the latter by having a drink or two prior to his shift hadn’t been looked down upon by anyone as of yet.

His gaze turned to the door when he heard it push open, glancing over his shoulder as he was facing the bar, a glass of gin cradled between two massive hands. One of the girls. Faith, he recalled. A rather disheartening choice of name, mind – though he supposed a name as stupid as Galway did not surpass it by much.

”Hey.” A soft murmur coming from the pit of his throat, a slight nod of his head before he turned his attention back to the task at hand – getting at least mildly buzzed before work started.

The greeting, however brief, was by and large the most unusual thing to happen at her workplace in at least a week’s time. Faith knew little about the rugged-seeming man it came from, although that tended to be for the best. The workplace wasn’t where she assumed she could exactly run into stand-up guys.

Though in fairness, what little she knew of him bore no reason for negativity. He did honest, if unsavory work - someone gets a little drunk, a little too cocky to back up with his wallet, and he found himself directed away from the girls and kindly lead out of the establishment. Did his work without instigating any grab-ass of his own to boot, which put him above more of his predecessors than she cared to recall. 

For all she knew, he was just as-close-to-average-as-a-Fable-could-get guy stuck in a position slightly less crappy than her own.

“Hey,” she returned, pausing mid-route to the changing rooms, she didn’t need to see past the bulk of him to guess what he was doing. 

“Bank Call day, Georgie’ll be on edge -- you might want to double that.” Not that she had the faintest clue what he was drinking, but she knew Georgie, and knew it wasn’t enough.

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bigbybxdwolf:

▍▸ donkeyskiin

Ｈe sensed the essence of her fragrance and her own scent before seeing her. It was something between like a flower garden — if it was hidden in midst of a stable with farm animals — and the cheap artificial one she is wearing.

“ May I help you, miss?” Bigby could tell she was a fable, otherwise she wouldn’t be approaching him. As usual, the sheriff was trying to place her but no such luck.

“You’re the sheriff, right?” A question asked more for the sake of answering his own - she knew he was. He gave off that authoritative impression she so rarely saw around the city - at least, not in this sense. Briefly, she glanced over her shoulder, her next few steps closing the distance between them at a pace quite impressive if one took her heels into account.

“Weird request, but it’d be really helpful if I could just stand and chat with you a minute or two?” At the moment, she had no worry pressing enough to raise alarm; she needed nothing but his time.