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* (1) word prompts
send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!
wounded
cold
silence
safety
hot
secret
bury
run
loss
nightfall
smile
hitchhiker
blood
laughter
disgust
wrath
remorse
cry
numb
alone
danger
food
matches
hallway
sunlight
forgotten
lie
sleep
scratching
soaring
power
winter
death
panic
insomnia
rain
myth
bury
gun
clown
cult
bug
creature
tire
lost
Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.
Consider this an official plot call! Like this if you’re okay with me kicking in your door to talk characters!
❤ u know i had to do it
meme ;; Open
IT WOULD BE EASY to write it off as a luxury he could no longer afford to entertain. It was a weakness to exploit, to be exploited. The world’s strongest could be brought to KNEEL as long as you knew what they loved. To admit to those softer feelings was to open yourself to be wounded. Yet, he allowed himself bits and pieces, a glimpse into what he could have had in another life. A stolen smile, deep brown eyes that softened, if only for a moment. The way his hand fits perfectly on a waist, as music guides them, brings them closer. It is the fire that moves him in battle, it is the PROMISE to bring them home at the end of the day.
IT WAS BEST to snuff those feelings when they are new, than to let them grow and fester. There is no place for love in war, no purpose other than to give mercy. It was not a mistake he would make again.
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?
– I’m going to throw up a smaller promo here! Not exactly new but it’s been quite a while so i’m hoping to find new faces! Like or reblog this if you’d be interested in interacting with a canon divergent gabriel reyes.
↳ ‘ i work the graveyard shift ’
slap a like down on this post for a starter of varying length, especially if we haven’t interacted before!
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woodsmoke, blood, tobacco, cut wood, happiness.
-- I’m going to throw up a smaller promo here! Not exactly new but it’s been quite a while so i’m hoping to find new faces! Like or reblog this if you’d be interested in interacting with a canon divergent gabriel reyes.
“The EVIL that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their BONES.”
❝ Did I mean anything to you? ❞
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It was a LOADED question, no answer would feel right, no answer would be enough for the woman. To answer “yes” would only prompt more questions. He had hardly done anything to garner an ounce of trust from the woman, save for wearing a face that no longer felt quite HIS OWN. How could she believe anything he could say to be true? To answer no would be more than a LIE, it would be accepting the image that they had created of him, welcome the smeared reputation of a man fallen from grace. He meets her question with silence, testing the restraints on his wrist absently, eyes lifting to take in the woman’s features.
“ You used to sneak away to watch the training exercises,” he begins after a moment, “she never wanted you in overwatch, the thought of you even watching blackwatch tactics in a simulation was enough to grey her hair early. Whenever Jack caught you up to no good, I would always say that you were just following my orders. Fareeha, you know the answer to that question.”
This user’s not the one with the statue.
The blackwatch boys, my favorite boy band
art journal entry: (34/70) // “How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?” — @richardsiken-poet
Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
Even nothing cannot last forever.
That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.
There’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right.
I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
As sure as water’s wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.
I think I would rather be a man than a god.
We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.
Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish.
You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.
I want to be alive again. Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive.
It’s weird, you don’t think you can feel it, the blood, but believe me, when it stops flowing, you’ll know.
I want to feel my heart pumping in my chest again.
You know why dead people only go out at night? Because it’s easier to pass for real, in the dark.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.
They might be dirty, and cheap, and their food might taste like shit, but at least they didn’t speak in clichés.
All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.
Names come and names go.
You’re a God?
I guess it’s just another one of life’s little mysteries.
I’m tired of mysteries.
I’ll be your puppy. What do you want me to do? Chew your slippers? Piss on the kitchen floor? Lick your nose? Sniff your crotch? I bet there’s nothing a puppy can do that I can’t do!
You shine like a beacon in a dark world.
So, how’s death?
Babes. You’re dead.
If Hell is other people, then purgatory is airports.
I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who killed her children?
You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic.
Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on.
You will not even die in battle.
You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.
The important thing to understand about American history is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.
You’re fucked up, Mister. But you’re cool.
I believe that’s what they call the human condition.
I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you.
You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn’t bleak and flat and gray.
I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.
You are the nearest thing I have to life.
They are aware of us, they fear us, and they hate us.
I’m a culture hero.
It’s easier to kill people when you’re dead yourself. I mean, it’s not such a big deal. You’re not so prejudiced any more.
It’s not what I’d want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.
You’re walking on gallows ground and there’s a rope around your neck.
A man’s fortune is his own affair.
Gee-word?
They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.
The joy’s gone out of me like the pee from a small boy in a swimming pool on a hot day.
There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.
Goodbyes are overrated.
It’s easy, there’s a trick to it, you do it or you die.
This isn’t about what is. It’s about what people think is.
You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work.
What makes you think I’m giving you a ride?
It’s all imaginary anyway.
Mostly you are what they think you are.
If you can’t eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it… then fuck it!
Tell me, as a pagan, who do you worship?
Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don’t take naturally to it.
You should know that if we do fucking kill you, the we’ll just delete you. You got that? One click and then you’re overwriten with random ones and zeros. Undelete is not an option.
You are so full of shit. It’s a wonder your eyes don’t turn brown.
Information and knowledge: two currencies that have never gone out of style.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.
Don’t knock the guys on death row.
You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.
Liberty is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses.
He showed me a coin trick I don’t remember how to do, gave me some bruises, and claimed he was a leprechaun.
We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us.
Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
You musn’t be afraid of the dark.
I’m afraid of the people in the dark.
I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
Believe everything.
Only the gods are real.
i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried
