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Happy birthday to this dweeb-
The truth is, I’d wanted to do something back when I hit 1.5k followers as that milestone was a big, big deal to me and I was genuinely shocked that I’d ever managed to hit it. I was very set on commemorating it somehow but, obviously, that plan never played out. Now, however long later, I’ve wound up with 1700+ and I’m still very confused. Of course, the numbers aren’t what counts and I do not think anybody’s worth as a writer correlates with their follower count in any way. In fact, I’m more just overwhelmed than anything else. I’ve said this kind of thing before and it will never stop being true but I am utterly baffled that so many people have taken even the vaguest interest in this blog/muse. I want to thank everyone who has supported me, offered kind words about my writing/character, written with me or even just populated my dash and offered me inspiration! And I’ll be doing that by way of a little giveaway! If that interests you at all, go ahead and read on for details.
PRIZES.
8 x Promotional Graphics! This will take a while for me to work through because that’s a decent number so patience would be appreciated but that’s what I’m offering. One graphic per winner and tailor made with the winners’ interests in mind! Tall? Long? A specific colour scheme? Just don’t come to me telling me EXACTLY how you want it to look because that’s really limiting and fuck knows I can’t keep to strict creative guidelines. Still, you know the deal and, once you’ve posted it, you can drop me a link and I’ll gladly reblog it (idk if that has any appeal lmao…but i feel like it’s good manners for me to do that).
RULES.
- One reblog & one like per blog/mun. No entering on multiple blogs, in other words. That’s not cool, mate. I’m not actually that strict on the reblog count but it doesn’t better chances and just clogs up my activity feed. - Must be following me. That’s a given, surely? It’s okay if you follow me after the start of the giveaway but not if you follow just to enter : / (i mean lmao wasted effort on both our parts) - You can use the blog for any of your blogs. It doesn’t have to be the blog you used to reblog this post. - Please, for the love of all that is good and pure, credit me in your promo post. I know this is a giveaway post so it isn’t all about me but, trust me, I wouldn’t be stressing this if it hasn’t given me issues before. I’ve had a lot of trouble with this in the past so please be sure to credit me clearly and properly.
EXAMPLES.
Obviously, I wouldn’t be doing this without offering examples of my graphics beforehand! Please check out the following links for reference!
[ one ], [ two ], [ three ], [ four ], [ five ], [ six ]
DEADLINE.
One week from now – 22nd April! (subject to change, depending on how my laptop is)
@celestriia
» s m s || sent 22:06 « Yeah. You’re right; I’ve started to become the old me again. The one you knew before all this. I’m sorry, Su. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done. I’m with someone now, too... she... she’s helped me. Helped me a lot. I hope I can be in your life again some day; I’d love to visit. I wanna make it up to you, too & show you how much I’ve really changed.
hallowed laughter erupts as she daydreams of taming the repugnant seed & putting his wasting body into the grave amongst the others. wasteful, worthless seed. insects roaming the planet and DESTROYING any hope they had for another rising.
❛ you chose, despite knowing you’re in a PRISON. touching. ❜ head jerks as teeth snap, her scowl belittling his attempts to strike FEAR with his behaviour. ❛ you encourage your death so freely, you clearly have nothing to live for. ❜ & ‘lo is realisation that allowing him life is a far worse punishment than to steal away his tortured soul. she pulls her gun from his chest, holding it up for seconds and chucking it to her right and onto the ground. ❛ killing you will only bring you happiness–you’ll be free from your pain. you’re better off SUFFERING. ❜
A smirk finds it’s way, yet again, on to his features. Her laugh is full of mirth, and face struck with an animalistic snarl. Perhaps this woman is a LIONESS as she says... well, too bad for her, he’s the KING and about to hold the sword that decides whether she lives or dies.
❝ You’re right, didn’t I say it before? ❞ head is brought backward, aggressively bashing itself against her own & tossing the soldier away. Before long, he rolls to the ground, retrieving her discarded weapon, and aims it directly at her. ❝ Just like you chose to discard your weapon. Quite the soldier you are, letting ignorant fantasies go to your head, woman. ❞ His voice is stone cold, legs bringing him a bit closer to the warrior beneath him. ❝ A good soldier knows how to think ahead... Not just in the moment. ❞
teeth bare in grimacing RETALIATION to the touch of his thumb to her unhealed injury. but she does not shriek, elise endures the suffering for she has had far WORSE endanger her body. a snarl resounds toward him, more so when his hand grips onto her throat. hand clasps onto his wrist, and she can’t help but LAUGH. ❛ we seek–to kill all SEEDS. ❜ comes raspy vocals.
free hand clenches and she lashes out, fist connecting with his chest. she listens to him cough ever so slightly, but he flinches with the pain she inflicted. it’s better than NOTHING. grip loosens enough for her to regain some oxygen to her lungs —– a scene followed with a smirk as she reaches for her weapon. gun in hand, she aims directly for his heart. her hands are steel, fury resonant through her voice. ❛ like i said. ILLOGICAL. soldiers don’t approach unarmed. ❜
Kill all seeds? For what ––what are they fighting for?... He tumbles it over in his mind before the swift punch forces his grip to loosen for just a moment, shifted to the moment at hand.
Only then does he feel the press of cold, sleek metal through the fabric of his uniform, eyes darkening & expression going from coy, to full of ire in mere seconds. ❝ Do you think I’m dumb? ❞ comes his question, grip once again tensing around the flesh beneath his vice-like grip ❝ I knew you had a weapon. I CHOSE not to care. ❞ with that, his left thumb presses itself against the still-healing injury, rough & without remorse. Caim doesn’t care whether she lives or dies –––she’s just another worthless Galbadian soldier, right? ❝ Go on. Shoot me. Ruin your only chance at gathering intel ––I dare you, SOLDIER. ❞
Sommes nous les jouets du destin, souviens toi des moments divins, planants, éclatés au matin et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls. Perdus les reves de s'aimer, les temps où on avait rien fait, il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls
—– protége moi (placebo)
caim zagan & elise beaufort ; a dangerous love formed from hate. venomous words spewed from her sordid lips & he retaliated with a gun to her head.
a hand removes the constrains of armor that once protected her, beneath was the typical blue uniform, a wound buried deep into the material and flesh. blood stained the surrounding area, and she revelled in the fact. ❛ you mean this one? hmph.. ❜ she shows him more clearly, it’s open still–oozing slightly. but she’s better than that, STRONGER. ❛ i would never underestimate you. i don’t now. ❜ she makes the decision alone to unbind him, to see if he was true to his word.
at the console, she hits the commands necessary, all the while verbally retaliating. ❛ TITANS are strong, but they are weak-minded. they are BRUTES who have no logic. you’ll freely threaten to kill me, without asking WHY i have you here? ❜ a pause–she waits for him to fight. ❛ your commander doesn’t even know you’re here. he is INDIFFERENT to what’s happening–you see, we’re not working on behalf of galbadia, or the ARMY right now. this prison, the rebuilt one—-we’re working independently. ❜
He stands to his feet, long legs bringing him into a cautious, distrustful stance... Is she serious? ...This woman doesn’t believe him? Tch. He steps closer to the soldier, face bloodied and body unsteady still. She’s right, he’s been so pissed off that he hadn’t stopped to question anything. ❞What is your end goal, then? I know you brought me in for answers, but to what questions, hm?❞
Suddenly, he presses his thumb against the still exposed wound, planning on getting his answers whether she likes it or not. Though he’s not smiling, the amusement he’s drawing from it is obvious on his face. A hand once free finds itself occupied with wrapping its long digits around her neck, a fire in his eyes. ❞I might be a brute, but I’m far from illogical... TELL ME what you know.❞
I’M QUIET, ALL DESPITE THIS RAGING IN MY HEAD.
❛ oh, little lamb--you look so WEAK. ❜
That comment serves to rightly piss him off, but Caim isn’t about to let her know that. He only looks weak because his arms & legs are shackled… If he were out of these… ❞ Is it lamb or rabbit? Make up your mind.. ❞
❛ remove yourselves, i want to deal with this cretin personally. ❜ the moment elise is left to her own devices with the prisoner, she concludes to retaliate his venomous words with vicious spite of her own. ❛ little rabbit, you think i am afraid of you–but i have faced far worse. i have faced down your GUARDIAN FORCES. i have stripped their flesh clean from ethereal forms—you are no match for me. ❜ gloved hand grasps at his chained wrist, low vocal growl emanating. ❛ you are my prey, and i shall devour you whole. your precious seed companion, she’s safe–she’s with her husband, we found her in timber, buying baby items. i am many things, i am a LIONESS but i do not prey on the young. i let her be, to run away where she cannot be found. ❜ free hand reaches up, removing the helmet that obscured the very being she was.
❛ you will not defeat me. the others, oh they are WEAK. but not i–i have what you have. i have honed the strength of the mind-creature. try and hurt me, and THE PHOENIX will rise. NOW. tell me, why do seed still EXIST? the sorceress is DEAD, you have no reason to continue. ❜
–––A woman?... A cold one at that. Sex, gender; none of that matters right now. She’s a warrior, and she’s trying to overstep him. He feels the anger welling up inside him again, ready to burst forth once more at any moment. DAMN THESE CONSTRAINTS... he wants so badly to wrap his hands around her throat and see the light vanish from her eyes... alas, that not being possible, he glares. Her words are insulting, but believing he’s no more than prey to her...? ...How cocky.
❞ Don’t underestimate me. You remember that wound I gave you ––when I STABBED you? Right before you knocked me unconscious? ...You already know that I have no will to live anymore, ❞ and if he were to be honest, that woman buying baby clothes is the reason... he’s too hurt to properly care & process the meaning right now. ❞ When I break out of here, I’d be fighting for my life. IF YOU’RE A LIONESS, THEN I’M A KING. I’m a TITAN compared to you. ❞ he retorts, the slightest of smirks tugging at the left corner of his mouth. ❞ as for SeeD... go ask The Commander directly. I’m not telling you anything. ❞
❛ shock him again, maybe the pet will learn to OBEY the master. ❜ once more it goes through, elise shifted towards his face, from there she gave an inspirational talk, if she could call it that. ❛ you’ll do as we say, mercenary. if you hope to even get out of here with your limbs intact, you’ll obey every word. you bitch. ❜ such a spiteful retaliation, but she does it for good reason. ❛ if you don’t talk, i’m sure the woman will. ❜ she turns, staring at the major. ❛ send one of yours to torture any information out of her–just watch her vitals. if what she says is true, well.. we won’t want to be child killers now, do we? our limit reaches the graduated seeds. ❜
Once again, he screams out in pure agony and it only fuels his RAGE evermore. Even worse, her threats to the reason he’s like this in the first place: ASURA LIANG ––...Haden. Asura Haden; she’s married now... Caim glances up at the soldier, expressionless and brimming with unbridled hatred. ❞ I-i’m not... bowing to you... shock me all you want you sick COWARD. I bet it’s how you get off, isn’t it..? Freak.. ❞ he pants out, tone cold and unforgiving ❞ ...If you lay a single hand on her; if any of you do... I will personally make sure that every single last one of you Galbadian soldiers die in the most painful way possible...❞ Caim isn’t one to bluff––he means it. Once he gets out of here, and procures a weapon, he’s taking as many of them as he can with him before he’s eventually overwhelmed. Though.. vitals? Child killer? What are they implying...
rcdieux:
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❛ you’re a seed. you have information. ❜ vocals covered by heavy helmet, she was known to them all as a punisher, she was UNFORGIVING. perfect for torturing seed mercenaries. making a small notion, his bindings start to send through electric volts. enough to disarm, but not to kill. killing now would be a waste. figure moves toward him, gloved digits lifting his chin to be apparently eye-level. ❛ killing you would have been a stupid judgement on my part. you’ll tell me what i want to know–then i’ll decide. ❜
As the electricity surges through his body, Caim can do nothing but merely react ––scream. IT HURTS. It hurts so bad––of course they’d do this to a prisoner... this person... they’re crazy. After the charge finishes it’s course, he hangs his head, only for it to be lifted again–– he’s eye to eye with them... asshole. ❞ Y-you’re... gonna regret leaving me alive... you know.. masked bitch... ❞ he chokes out between gulps of air ❞ ...it’s going to take more than that to break me... ❞
@rcdieux
This is it. He’s given up; given in to the Galbadian army. He’s been detained by a soldier who’d been apparently sent to eradicate members of SeeD... even in this situation, due to recent events, he couldn’t bring himself to actually give his all, and they’d ended up injuring each other... Now he’s in prison...? What happened.. and why isn’t he dead? Glossed over eyes, turn to the figure before him, barely able to make out a silhouette. “ ...Why didn’t you kill me?... ”
" they bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most handsome guy in the bar. for starters, they forget--I'm a bartender. I know the right words to say and how to say them to get you to melt in my arms~."
He turns his head to the bartender, blinking at her words at first, before a smirk crosses is features. It’s not often that he’s complimented ( at least, not directly; he’s rather daft when it comes to knowing just when he’s being hit on. ) so, feeling flattered, Caim decides to reciprocate. Besides, this girl is nice looking… the least he can do is be honest.
“ Nice to meet you too. I have to admit, you’re attractive yourself — but, can you really back those words up? After all... I don’t even know your name. ”
Juno (2007) Sentence Starters
"Your parents are probably wondering where you are."
"I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"You mean as friends?"
"No... I mean for real."
"You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know..."
"I try really hard, actually."
"I still have your underwear."
"I still have your virginity."
"Would you shut up?"
"Are you embarrassed that we did it?"
"At least you don't have to wear the evidence under your sweater!"
"I'm a planet!"
"I'm just like losing my faith with humanity."
"I just wonder if like, two people can ever stay together for good."
"Are you having boy/girl troubles?"
"Y/N, why are you crying?"
"What did you do?"
"I'm leaving y/n."
"No, you're not."
"Because I gotta be honest with you; I don't much approve of dating in your condition."
"Well, it's kind of skanky. Isn't that what you girls/boys call it? Skanky? Skeevy?"
"Please stop."
"I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever."
"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are."
"Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass."
"I think I've found that person."
"You were talking about me right?"
"I'm having a little trouble concentrating."
"Blah I am a Kracken from the sea!"
"I heard that was you."
"So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?"
"The little pink plus sign is so unholy."
"This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet."
"I'm at suicide risk."
"I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout."
"How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests?"
"I'm telling you I'm pregnant and you're acting shockingly cavalier."
"Cuz you know, they say pregnancy often leads to, you know... an infant."
"Will you still think I'm cute if I'm huge?"
"I always think you're cute. I think you're beautiful."
"Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment."
"You're being really immature..."
"You have no reason to be mad at me, I mean, you know, you broke MY heart."
"What? Cause I got bored and had sex with you and I didn't want to like marry you?"
"Like I'd marry you!"
"I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while."
"You seem to be getting pregnanter these days."
"I think the last one was defective. The plus sign looked more like a division sign so I remain unconvinced."
"They are willing to negotiate an open adoption."
"I mean, can't we just, like, kick this old school? I have the baby, put it in a basket and send it your way, like, Moses and the reeds?"
"Dude, I think it's best to just tell 'em."
"I'm pregnant."
"I didn't even know that you were sexually active."
"Who's the father?"
"Silencio, Old Man/Woman!"
"This is the most magnificent discarded living room set I've ever seen."
"I hate it when adults use the term "sexually active." What does it even mean? Am I gonna like deactivate some day or is it a permanent state of being?"
"Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream."
"I've wanted this for a really long time."
"God, why is everyone always staring at me?"
"You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods."
"Oh my god, she's a pregnant superhero!"
"Excuse me. I am a sacred vessel, alright? All you've got in your stomach is Taco Bell."
"So how far along are you?"
"I don't want to give the baby to a family that describes themselves as 'wholesome'."
"It feels a little like bad timing."
"Don't mock me."
"Grow up."
"If I have to wait for you to become [insert career goal], I'm never gonna be a mother/father."
"I never said I'd be a good mother/father."
"Jocks eat that shit up."
"Come on, let me carry your bag."
"I'm not crying, I'm just allergic to fine home furnishing."
"Your little girlfriend/boyfriend gave me the stinkeye in art class yesterday."
"I'm not ready to be a mother/father."
"It would be friggin' sweet if no one hit me."
"Why does everyone think yellow is gender neutral?"
"You're quite the sellout, Y/N."
"I am giving you the gift of life, screaming, pooping life."
"You're just a kid."
"I'm not jealous, and I don't care."
"They smell like soup."
"Must you always feed?"
"OWW! OWW! Fuckity OW!"
"You are so young."
"You seem to be getting pregnanter these days."
Male-Aimed Pick-up Lines {Sentence Starters}
"Nice shirt. Is it made of boyfriend material?"
"Nice package. Let me unwrap that for you."
"Do these feel real to you?"
"Are you a candle? Because I wanna blow you."
"My body has 206 bones. Want to give me another one?"
"Give me your name so I know what to scream tonight."
"I lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Are you a rainstorm? Because I'm soaked."
"That suit is very becoming on you. Then again, I would be too!"
"You look like a hard worker. I have an opening you can fill."
"I don't need a spoonful of sugar to swallow you."
"There are no seats, can I sit on your face?"
"Is it wet in here, or is it just me?"
"They bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most handsome guy in the bar."
"If I told you I work for UPS, would you let me handle your package?"
"You're so handsome that you made me forget my pickup line."
"Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next boyfriend."
"Are you a magician? Cause A-bra-ca-DAYUM!"
"Are you going to kiss me or are you going to make me lie to my diary?"
"Are you a Boy Scout? Because you tie my heart in knot."