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* ITSYBITSYS; private / selective multimuse, written by NAT.

this blog is heavily under construction.  CANON MUSES ARE FEATURED FROM THE FOLLOWING: grishaverse, atla, you ( netflix ), riordanverse, marvel, disney, & more tba.  this blog is also low activity and super private as it is not my main blog: you can also find me at @pistolslinger​!  

                                              CARRD 

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its the misogyny. its the racism. its the fact any and all korra haters so clearly have 0 game

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the way ppl will talk shit about korra for being a 'useless avatar' as if she didn't literally bring back the airbenders. as if roku's attempt at mercy wasn't what inadvertently led to the air nomads being wiped out in the first place (not his intention ofc he did not want this to happen, and yet, it did), as if this was not something korra was able to help fix, smth that aang also wanted desperately. do NOT speak any kind of words to me about avatar korra unless u are RESPECTFUL

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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts a set of various original sentence prompts !

— STATEMENTS

❝ i miss you. ❞ ❝ you can’t leave me here ! ❞ ❝ get in the car. ❞ ❝ it’s not about you. ❞ ❝ it isn’t your fault. ❞ ❝ i’ve made my decision. ❞ ❝ it’s cold out, take a coat. ❞ ❝ let me know you got there. ❞ ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t sound like the you i know. ❞ ❝ i can’t lose you. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide things from me. ❞ ❝ i care about you. ❞ ❝ you care. i can see it in your eyes. ❞ ❝ you don’t want this. ❞ ❝ i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ slow down, start from the beginning. ❞ ❝ here, drink this. ❞ ❝ lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞ ❝ you need rest. ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept in days. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having nightmares. ❞ ❝ i love you. don’t forget that. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you did that. ❞ ❝ yeah, i know. ❞ ❝ i don’t remember. ❞ ❝ let me help you. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ i want to help you. please, let me help you. ❞ ❝ that storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i think we’re stuck here. ❞ ❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞ ❝ there’s something about you. i don’t know what it is, but i know it’s there. ❞ ❝ say that again. ❞ ❝ i’d do anything to make you happy. ❞ ❝ there’s that smile ! there’s that smile i love ! ❞ ❝ no, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me. ❞ ❝ it’s a beautiful night. ❞ ❝ walk with me. ❞ ❝ you can’t run forever. ❞ ❝ you can’t keep running away like this. ❞ ❝ you look like royalty. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter. ❞ ❝ i don’t care anymore. ❞ ❝ please, just leave. i need to be alone. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide your feelings from me. i know you. ❞ ❝ you look gorgeous. ❞

— QUESTIONS

❝ what are you doing ? ❞ ❝ what is that ? ❞ ❝ what happened ? ❞ ❝ what happened to you ? ❞ ❝ what happened to me ? ❞ ❝ are you free tonight ? ❞ ❝ where are you going ? ❞ ❝ will you stay with me ? ❞ ❝ how long has it been ? ❞ ❝ where have you been ? ❞ ❝ who is that ? ❞ ❝ who am i ? ❞ ❝ who are you ? ❞ ❝ i’ll come get you, where are you ? ❞ ❝ does this look nice on me ? ❞ ❝ why are you doing this ? ❞ ❝ do you remember ? ❞ ❝ do you remember me ? ❞ ❝ do you remember who you are ? ❞ ❝ what are we doing here ? ❞ ❝ please, stay ? ❞ ❝ how have you been sleeping ? ❞ ❝ did you do this ? ❞ ❝ do i even know you anymore ? ❞ ❝ may i have this dance ? ❞ ❝ how do you like your [ tea / coffee ] ? ❞ ❝ what did you just say ? ❞ ❝ you’re not very good at keeping conversation, are you ? ❞ ❝ am i boring you ? ❞ ❝ how is my impression on you going ? ❞ ❝ did you rehearse this ? ❞ ❝ how long until you believe that you can trust me ? ❞ ❝ can i get you something ? ❞ ❝ what can i do to help ? ❞

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made a few lil changes to my muse list here :D

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not my itsy bitsy ass crawling onto the dash after a myriad only to say ‘tall women should be allowed to do crimes as often as possible’? ROFL XD

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not my itsy bitsy ass climbing up the water spout again

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target audience

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my whole entire soul for royalty x thief / conman dynamics. like in anastasia . consider it :[

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@starseized​ / carter said:  “Hold still, I’ll get bandages.”

      “ don’t, don’t! ”  shanta is not usually shrill, but her voice cuts in pitchy and urgent, with a hand fisted into carter’s sleeve, trying to hold him in place.  her leg is a mess, there’s no getting around that, but the thought of any of that gore getting on him is driving her to panic; the drops of her blood that touch the ground melt into the tiling, fizzling and corroding down into little pits on the surface.  

apologetic now for having been so sharp when he was trying to help, her expression softens around the tense set of her jaw, looking for all the world like a woman tasked with eating her own arm, raw.  the hand not clutching him presses down harder against the bloody wound, thankfully an inch off from any fatal blood vessels — getting home to the academy was going to take a herculean effort.

“ sorry.  please don’t — don’t touch it.  i don’t wanna burn your skin off, ”  and then, in attempt to lighten the mood, she adds:  “ your dad would never let me hear the end of it.  i burned his hand like this one time, and he’s still sore about it to this day.  can you just . . . can i borrow your belt?  and please, don’t tell him.  promise me, carter, you won’t tell your dad. "

[hegdepooja]

Pooja Hegde

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@starseized​ / winnie said:  “Do you want me to stay with you?”

     “ well, it would make guarding you easier, ”  there’s a laugh in her voice, carefully contained into one little, amused smile.  “ but, no, your highness.  it’s incredibly late, and you really ought to stay in your chambers, ”

knighthood would have been easier with a less charming ward.  winnifred had a particular kind of kindness that made shanta want to put a spiked, iron fence around it, so that no one and nothing could get near enough to injure it, but it also made her forget, sometimes, that she and the princess were simply not within the same circles — they were not made to be friends.

her aunt, her beloved mentor, would have found it a dereliction of duty to put the princess at risk of anything.  including, but not limited to: asking the princess to sit out in a cold hallway outside her chambers late into the night, where anyone, even the queen or a common cold, might catch her.

“ thank you for offering, though.  there’ll be plenty of time to talk tomorrow, if you wish — and yes, before you ask, i did check your chambers, as per the queen’s request.  you’re completely safe. ”

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look at me. in my eyes. in my orbs. my sight balls.

if you have ocs i want them at my dinner party along with u

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@starseized​ / elsa said:  “Maybe I can help?”

      eva startles and turns sharply on her heel, expecting a guard or one of those snooty palace workers from the earlier banquet — and instead finds the pipsqueak princess at her heels.  how she didn’t register the squeakiness of that voice is beyond her now, but she had been so deep in her thoughts about the portraits and the ghostly figures clinging to them, the world around her had faded to fuzz.

the princess is awfully small.  and oddly direct.  eva looks left and right, then offers her the tiniest little bow.

“ princess, ”  she begins, solemn and elegant.  “ that’s . . . very kind of you, but it’s quite alright.  i was just admiring the portraits here — especially this one.  bears an incredible resemblance to a regent in corona, as well as your father, ”  she had lost a diary in corona, at the hands of a particularly sneaky little thief, and she was still terribly sore about it.  “ have you ever been to corona?  as the future queen, i suppose you’ll need to foster some . . . er, bonds to the place? ”

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@marblewon​ said:   “Can’t someone else do it?”

     “ no! ”  hisses korra, discomforted and now wildly trying to keep the fish tank from leaking out any further; she has never been more glad to have massive hands than she is now.  they’re the only things keeping the water from gushing out.  the trickling between her fingers feels deeply unpleasant, but there’s two koi fish in that tank and she cannot in good conscience leave them now.  “ we’re the only people here, ”  she adds.  two heads are better than one, right — and four hands should be enough to save some fish.  please.

“ do you — have anything we could put these guys into? ”  she asks, somewhat desperately, considering lifting the entire tank and just carrying it along with her.  its oblong and full of gallons of water, and korra momentarily takes her hands off the chipped glass to see if she can lift it.  her arms strain ever so slightly, but thankfully, it’s doable.  “ or, like, tape?  i — i don’t know, anything to keep the water from leaking out, or something to keep these two in water.  man, who does this to innocent little fishes?  who does this and just walks off? ”  

she directs her gaze at sae-byeok.  it’s not accusing, but questioning.  “ did you see anything? ” 

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@loregrown​ / kore said:   " it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive."

     story of my life, thinks eva, spitting a mouthful of gore onto the ground; she can feel a gap in the shape of three front teeth in her mouth, and her tongue feels tender as it pokes around the painful edges.  

“ that’s an unpleasant, but unavoidable, part of trying to calm down angry lycanthropes, ”  she spits again, more blood and tooth fragments, but it does not make her voice sound any less ridiculous or plummy or sore.  thank god the healing has already begun.  “ nobody warns you that silver doesn’t always work, and they always expect you to immediately try to kill them, so they don’t bother listening to you at all, ”  

finally — thankfully, blessedly — her teeth finish re-growing, along with the other little fleshy bits she didn’t realise she’d bitten into when that werewolf headbutted her square in the face.  eva flashes a tentative smile at the woman, all teeth and no joy, and raises her brows.

“ — does it still look gross? ”  and then, with more interest:  “ did you see it?  the werewolf, i mean.  did you see what direction it went in?  or did you just find me face down, ass up, in the dirt?  lord, please say no.  that’s so embarrassing i might die for real. ”

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@vihilum​ / kate said:   “will you go buy me tampons or not?”

      that sounded more urgent than it did five minutes ago in a text, which was eli’s first warning sign that this was not a question.  the second was that kate, who was normally pretty prepared for any kind of bleeding  ( what with their luck being the kind that gave them mass injuries with very little time to rest between getting new ones ), was asking him and not tommy, who was infinitely faster; shepherd must have been out of range.

“ yeah, yeah, sure — what brand? ”  he sighed into the phone. those aisles were huge and blindingly full of neon packages, and it was bordering on the weird hour  ( 2AM )  that made being in any kind of store an event, even if there wasn’t some kind of crime or fight to attend to.  which . . . there hadn’t been anything happening all night.  huh.  “ you’re lucky it’s a slow night, though, otherwise — actually, where the hell is everyone else?  i haven’t heard a peep outta anyone except you. ”

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stygicniron​.

Nico might have been pacing a moment before, but as the voice drifts down from above, he skids to a halt, hands raised in a defensive position as his eyes dart around the warehouse. He’s lucky that he doesn’t jump in surprise at the sound, although his heart keeps up a rapid staccato in his chest to remind him just how startled he is. Because of course he should have expected to attract the attention of a Bat, he really should have known better given his luck, and getting in and out without notice would have just been too much to ask.

But he is on the trail of his sister and maybe he hasn’t been thinking the clearest recently. Ghosts start muttering in his ear again, alerting him too late about the figure up in the rafters, and his eyes drift up to finally land on the masked hero. Jaw jutting forward stubbornly, he tries to weigh his options as he considers what to do next, hands still held defensively up in front of him. Not that he exactly has a ton of fight training. 

Running seems to be the best option, but he doesn’t think he’ll have the best chance of getting away now that he has the attention of a Bat. A muscle works in his jaw. “Thanks,” he says stiffly. “I’m fine.”

      well, that could have gone worse — dick is marginally more relieved the boy hadn’t immediately fired on him than he is that the boy didn’t immediately go running.  to show his appreciation for this, and by way of trying to show that he is not here to incite any kind of violence, he jumps down; there is no one here to show off to, but on principle he lands as gracefully, and lightly on his feet as if expecting a shower of applause and flowers thrown at his feet for the trick.  all he finds is dust underfoot . . . and what he hopes is just spilled oil.

“ no, totally, i can see that, ”  no blood visible, though god knows what kind of injury a kid like this could be used to.  “ except for the part where — you’re on your own with a boiling pot of mobsters a level down from you, ”

is he a hostage?  unlikely.  there were no guards watching him, and no bindings.  is he one of them?  hmn.  he looked a little young for that, but . . . yeah, that joke makes itself.  dick breathes out heavily and casts a glance around at the dark and gloom, before leaning back on his heels.

“ mobsters these days, no sense of style.  back in my day they all had lairs, or at least congregated in clubs.  name?  yours, i mean ”