demonbred

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20 DGM Sentence Starters

"I soon came to a point where I didn't know whether my smiling face was a lie or not."

"I really am an idiot."

"Until the last breath leaves my body, I will not stop walking."

"I'm an awful person, aren't I?"

"It seems... my life is at an end."

"A path is something you create as you walk it."

"You know you're bleeding, right?"

"We will definitely win. I swear it."

"After all these years, I still don't know when to give up."

"If it gets cold we're gonna have to cuddle."

"Even if I do sacrifice my own life, I'll only do it to save my friends."

"Stay here where it's safe. I'm begging you..."

"I can't do anything right, it's better if I just don't try at all."

"He was my enemy. Shouldn't I have killed him?"

"You shouldn't treat people's lives like toys!"

"Humans are stupid."

"I will follow you til the day it all ends."

"Don't bear the burden alone, okay?"

"You're naive."

"If you die, I'll hate you for it."

[vixlunaortus]

I need all the aus right now.

you’re getting married to the wrong person so imma gonna crash your wedding

we were deeply in love but I broke your heart (even though I’m still in love with you) when I moved away with no explanation or goodbye but now I’m back home and we run into each other at the super market 

i’m the captain of the football team, you’re the ‘geek’, but i still have a massive secret crush on you even though i’m afraid going out with you will fuck up my reputation

i’m a teacher, you’re my new student and god damn i want you

i’m a big corporate tycoon, you’re my new temp

i’m 32 and just lost my wife, you’re my 20 year old neighbor

we’re both married and are having an affair (complete, 100% angst)

i’m a wanted criminal on the run, you’re the young wild-child wanting to escape your boring life and live on the edge

our parents are the enemy crime lords, but i still love you

i’m a gladiator, you’re a roman elite

i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. 

i’m an assassin, you’re my target

i’m a trouble youth, you’re the head of a youth home that takes me in

i’m a soldier, you run a war-protest group

i’m a soldier, you’re the girl i met and fell in love with before i shipped out to iraq, only to go missing, presumed to be dead. two years later, i show up on your doorstep – only, you’re married with a baby. (based on traveling soldier, by dixie chicks)

i’m a play-it-safe banker, you’re the live-on-the-edge girl that gives me a ride to the gas station when my car breaks down

we’re stuck together, trying to survive during the zombie apocalypse

i’m leading a rebellion against the king, you’re his heir

all the aus. 

every au

[outcrying]

car radio - twenty one pilots versus truisms - jenny holzer

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daemxnes.

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       The blonde halted and simply stared at the male. She wasn’t as shocked that he caught on, nor did she really care. Confrontation was her strong suit anyways. Sepia hues looked around the male only to find nobody else with him. 

      “Maybe because I felt like it? Is that problem sir?” She answered with a bit of a smirk before she took a few steps closer to the stranger. Despite the strange aura that he seemed to be giving off, she ignored any possible danger that might come due to her actions. “What the hell do you have on you?” She asked as she looked more closely at his body. “It’s giving off some weird vibe and I’m sure it’s coming from you.” 

                    “ It is ! Ya stalker-- eh ? Whatcha mean ? ” 

          The easy to anger temper crawls out of his throat, it hides the ‘ fear ’ from nonexistent palms pressed against the underside of his arms. Muscles tense to resist thus his focus is torn in two. ONE: to the body pressed against his own whispering rapidly, ‘ she knows, she knows! WHAT WILL YOU DO? ’ TWO: to the stranger who gave treasonous hope that he was not at the brink of insanity ( that mother jezebel wasn’t a figment of imagination ). This alone fades away the desire to murder, an act of rebellion. 

                “ .. you can-- ah.. i ain’t got nothin’ on me but the clothes on m’back. ” 

          The hand had moved upward, pressed against his jugular and nails pinprick against it. If he so much as breathed that they were not alone then there would be a fatality that wouldn’t just end with him. Sanity to be validated was fortified to live, what a small price to pay. 

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AU: FAMILIAR FEELING

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DREAM GIRL.

|| 茜 || :: Right. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t exactly HIM. This wasn’t Kumori she knew and he didn’t know her like that. But the overwhelming relief that flooded her the moment she turned to him couldn’t be so easily shrugged off like that. Despite the awareness that he had NO MEMORIES about them together, about their time together, it didn’t change the fact that she had been waiting. For years, for CENTURIES to meet him once more and now that he was standing right before her, she didn’t want to lose him again. The centuries of waiting were too long. Far too long. Though, seeing him retracting himself from her brought her back to REALITY. Was he scared of her? To him, she was just a stranger after all.

                      “I used to.”

Words that left striking BITTER taste on her tongue, yet it was the truth. Her hand reached out, wanting to touch him only for it to pause and fell back to her side. Lips thinned, thoughts running through her mind. There were SO MANY things for her to say to him, but words wouldn’t come to her lips. Flashes and images of RED shook within her thoughts, reminding her of what happened so many years ago. Her words, his promise. The wait. It had been… so long, but he kept his promise.

 “Let’s start over. My name is Akane… Sakurai Akane.” There was a pause, before that soft smile came to her lips, that same smile when he found her on the tree that FATEFUL day. The day he saw her crimson wings, the day it all started. And now, the same pair of wings were spreading from her back, a secret she only allowed him to know. “Most people call me Suzaku..”

                                                        “…What’s your name?”

          Turmoil rendered him stiff around the edges, whether the truth was being said or if this by a chance a dream, too realistic for his tastes. The hunter finds the vague answer too obscure ( does she know about THE DREAMS? About his regret that is unreasonable as if they were TRUE to him. ) and though Kage knows better than to stay around and talk, he can’t seem to leave her. The unspoken bond between them leaves him rooted down, even if the current situation presented itself as weird. For her sake he ignores the hand that failed to reach him, unbeknownst to her that his aversion to touch had still carried onto this life as well. 

       “ M’name is Akayama Kage.                    Suzaku, huh-- ” 

                                  But that did not sound right, it doesn’t FIT. 

                                                                “ Akane, how did we know each other-- woah. ” 

          His final word was an understatement, THOSE GLORIOUS WINGS send him reeling forward into astonishment. It repairs one of the cords chained to a sealed past life centuries old, images of a past that doesn’t belong to him ( BELONGS TO A TIME BEFORE HIM -- TO A MAN LIKE HIM ) -- of trees with sunlight peeking through, with her face etched with a smile just like what he saw NOW. A headache splits between his brow once more, the shock is not out of pain at this point. It’s déjà vu, the scene all to similar to the one that plays out in his head. A pair of wings that weren’t supposed to be seen by him, wings that made him feel CONNECTED AND NOT ALONE. Which is odd for Kage had no differences physically, had no parts that made him ‘ lonely ’ -- it was maddening. 

“ Beautiful, though they always have been. ” 

               Always?                                    Was it always like this?                                                                              WHAT DID HE FORGET?

          And he disregards that she is there for a second, hands press to the side of his head to soothe himself. The pain and pressure blare inside him, a soul too disconnected. He can’t tell what is reality and what was conjured up as ‘memories’, it shakes his body into tremors and he’d be damned if he’d fall. 

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DESIRED VESSEL.

{02} —— If there was one singular fact in this world that Asuka relied on, it would always be thus: she was awfully cute. There was absolutely no contest regarding her standing, no argument to oppose the nearly regal bearing she carried upon herself. Suffice to say, she didn’t need some fucking woman reminding her of what she knew. The lady had appeared like some foul apparition, seemingly out of nowhere and from nothing- had she been following her? The pilot liked to think she would have noticed.

For now, she was stuck, the woman’s piercing gaze rooting her to the spot, though she remained ever defiant - arms crossed, brows drawn together, defending herself from…something. There was no imminent danger tinging the air, but it didn’t feel right. 

“No shit, lady. You don’t become the most popular girl in school for being smart,” She replied, though there was no doubt she had that going for her too. “What are you getting at here? I don’t really fucking care for the opinions of some old bag, so get to the point if you wanna keep my attention.”

          DECAYED BLOOD BOILS underneath rotten skin, the flash of anger that wants to form into a hellfire of words is trampled down with a sigh of disappointment.  Was the world crashing and burning, testing just how far her patience would run till it dried? What did the once acclaimed demon expect from a girl who was ignorant to her prestige. At least she was not oblivious to her own physical appearance, confidence was endearing. It only adds to the flame of her desire ( SHE’LL BE THE ONE, SHE CAN HANDLE MY GREATNESS. ) and it brings out her cloyingly sweet voice that drips with hidden intentions. 

             “ Oh my, now you’re just being rude.                 Better watch your mouth, it might just be zipped shut. ”

          It comes off as a drawl, the threat implied was airy and she closes the distance between them. Each step raises the tension, that cat-like smile even more present than it was before. Her hand reached out but does not touch such youthful flesh, it only hovers as nails ( OR RATHER CLAWS ) ache to scratch her for such insolence but she does not. Can’t this girl see the gift bestowed upon her, the sight of a woman who won’t even be shown to her ‘OWNER’. 

            “ Tell me dear, who’s just a little bit clever..                do you desire POWER. or do you want                  to stay as WEAK as you are? ” 

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MARKED.

⊰✺⊱         ❝We… shouldn’t talk about it here, sir. Too many people, they might think we’re nuts.❞          Crazier than usual to be more exact given he knew that there’s risks, the hybrid could damn well be found and chased if they didn’t move either. Chased with divine objects and prayers uttered to cause him pain by ensuring he fell upon his knees screaming. He is not a holy creature, he is a monster and knew it at this point with men playing god by creating such beings for their own means. Such a pity that he had to suffer their wrath in multiple ways with phone taken out of his pocket to send a quick text somewhere. To his boss, he only was getting ready to head off to work prior to this little meeting happening.          He’s certain that the Queen might not mind much if he’s late given the youngest knight is more or less a scout of sorts by infiltrating and posing as an intern, whatever was necessary for the job. But work isn’t his main focus even as he placed his smart phone back within his pants pocket. At least he knew it would be for the best to run off in any case for their discussion. Sitting there while people are there to listen won’t end well.         ❝Otherwise, we’d draw more attention than just the mundane.❞          His hunters and the beast that caught his scent of which will not leave him alone.

          Words often associated with Kumori had always been ‘ nuts ’ or anything synonymous to it, for what he heard could never be JUSTIFIED. Much less the actions that followed suit, how his body easily submitted to the darkness of sweet temptation.  But he hates attention of scrutinizing eyes that old the weight of his crimes, hates the way that negative words were connected to him and for once he is compliant since there is a silence. Mother had not spoken nor laughed, there was a weight on his back but no DISAPPROVAL. That is enough to toss aside any sense that this stranger could be dangerous. For who was more dangerous than himself? 

                     “ Tch, ya got a point there. Where then-- ”

          confusion vs curiosity, a battle which the vagrant scatter-brained and on high alert. Crimson coloured eyes search for a place, one in which would keep HER at bay and where safety was granted. An alley would be secluded but they remind him of his sins and GOD’S CRUELTY, little shops were feeding grounds of hateful whispers -- AH. THERE !

                     “ is a church no good? ”

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kareikon

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daemxnes.

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        She wasn’t usually one to follow random strangers around, but there was a strange presence coming off of the male that she happened to pass by. Of course, curiosity seemed to have gotten the best of her and she pursued the strange for a few minutes while keeping her distance, that presence still seeming to linger. The female wasn’t really much of a pro when it came to stalking others, trying her best to remain unnoticed, but failed to do so as she wasn’t walking as quietly as she should have been.   

          Fast-paced walking, with no reason to pause ( stop now and SHE’LL CATCH up ). A hunched figure looming in the night, that bore the weight of weary bones and unsolicited whispers of sin. Followed by anyone aside from ‘mother’ had never crossed the vagrant’s mind. Too far deep in paranoia to consider any threat aside from HER-- that is until SOFT, oh so soft arms wrap around his middle. Though he knows all too well that there is no one there. Even if he has grown to love her embrace that is armored with thorns and lies in her camouflage. 

“ dear, a scrumptious little thing is following you.    she smells like home to me, I  WANT  HER. ” 

          As poison sullies his ears, his body turns around in one fluid motion. Frantically he searches but there is no sight of ‘mother’ to revolt against, the only figure was of a female stumbling with heavy footsteps. Was this an attempt of being followed? And it sparks the fire of confrontation, skin tingled to RID the world of his dearly beloved’s kind. 

                                                         “ YOU. why are ya following me? ”

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wiispelturig // liked for a starter

          TIME AND TIME AGAIN, hands are dirtied by the blood of a sinner who even GOD could not save. The body that commits this treason against the commandments given by thy heavily father is merely a vessel that houses destruction with utmost love. Even if Mother Jezebel had left into the darkness ( taking the spoils of ‘war’ ), the vagabond was left with cheeks painted crimson with the aftermath of a struggle to clean up for. Thankfully the alley is empty and secluded away, where not even the living would speak against him.

          Bandaged fingers curl around discarded garments that are torn and frayed at the edges, using the fabric to swipe across his cheek. Instead of wiping off the liquid that clung to him it smudged, no amount of cleaning would be able to let him be PURE AGAIN. His cheek ignited from the friction of fabric against soft skin, red rising from his flesh and then he stops. Grief strikes him as usual and so does guilt but those are constant feelings he easily shoulders. Someone was there watching him all along and it wasn’t MOTHER. Upper lip curling up in defense so that teeth are bared ( a monster even without her ), hands balled into fists as legs bend into a crouch. 

                        “ WHO is there ? ”

[larmoyante]

Don’t you do that. Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak. Not when you were the one afraid of it. I stood there with my hands open, my mouth bruised tender with supplication. Don’t you dare treat me like a victim of my own emotions, like being moved to my knees by love was a mistake that I regret. I will go to my grave with the memory of the bravery in my bones.”

Caitlyn Siehl (via larmoyante)

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luridae​ // liked for a starter

     “ ahh-- uh, do y’know any cheap places to stay at? ”

          It’s a rare moment of calm, though the tone is gruff and scratches at the back of his throat ( he hadn’t spoken much since his return to town ). A cant of the head to the side, which disturbs the carefully placed ivory locks and SHOWS the barely covered his scar. Forgotten and hidden since the travels had rendered him tired. 

          The constant roaming had made him at least more socially versed even f it was just by a fraction. However due to his RETURN he had yet to notify anyone, guilt had turned him to discard those who were acquainted him sans one person. Nonetheless he’d rather seek help from a stranger than a friend. For Jezebel was sleeping but if she got wind of someone who was ‘ close ’ to him it would lead to a confrontation. 

    “ if it’s no trouble, hmph. ” 

                            he’s in a rush, she was always CLOSE by.

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MARKED.

⊰✺⊱          ❝What? If it’s about me standing here then…❞ The next part had yet to leave his lips, trailing off as he felt his hair standing straight up and a feeling almost like his skin was crawling. Something strange is here and he’s not enjoying it by the way his instincts screamed for him to retreat and leave this place so that he may get away without finding out what it is. How unfortunate he didn’t dare listen like usual, fixated on this stranger as if questioning whether or not he’s the cause of him sensing a disturbance that so desperately made him wish to run. ❝Ce que le baiser ne effectue cette tâche?❞ More a question to himself than this man.           Skin crawling, tension, his whole being on edge more than when he first had caught sight of his stalker and said stalker being someone who attempted multiple times to take his life. Who is this guy and what the hell does he have wrong with him to cause it?            He can’t even tell if he’s a normal human being either by that scent which filled the air. Crowded as it was whilst waiting for cars to cross the road, he almost wished he just found a short cut.

    “ isn't he different, look at his face. heeeeh. ”

            True to MOTHER'S ambiguous whispers, the expression on the strangers face is etched with alarm. The vagrant prays to GOD ( time & time again ) that nothing would be exchanged between them, prays that crimson does not paint the streets. With prayers repeated in thoughts, his gaze had narrowed into a glare -- it was not out of dislike for this man, far from it. It was directed to the woman who by any normal person's standard ISN'T THERE. That alone is enough to subdue the woman, renders her in a fit of suppressed giggles as she clings onto his back.

     “ ugh.. what did ya'say? don’t know what ya mean by that. ” 

            That was.. french wasn't it? Kumori had little understanding of the language ( only knowing a few key words ) leaving him lost in translation only able to distinguish the word fuck. DID HE KNOW? By no means did the stranger seem like the other people that 'MOTHER' had pointed out before. Then again the vagrant had always been desensitized to such beings that attracted HER.

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yung-asuka // liked for a starter

     “ you’re AWFULLY cute. ” 

                                         cute enough to eat !

          The praise however is all directed back at herself, for the weapon sees a younger ( & hot tempered ) version of herself within the girl. Narcissism runs deep beneath pale flesh, even now she presents herself A BEAUTY despite being bound to a man so weak. Crimson painted mouth curves into an open albeit feral smile, oh how she wants a VESSEL. If only this girl could be that, it’d be an improvement from this rotting body stilled by time and ‘ innocence ’. 

          Frost tinted eyes view her body, every budding curve and line to be seen. Surely with time and effort it would be  the vessel suited for her, why couldn’t it be her that found Jezebel in those ruins. Not a man who was GOD FEARING. 

    “ has anyone ever told you that, dear? ”

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AU: FAMILIAR FEELING

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DREAM GIRL.

|| 茜 || :: Eyes wide with surprise at that voice. Not because of a warning, but when she turned her head and CRIMSON optics landed on the stranger, she immediately realized that ( he ) wasn’t stranger at all. The Suzaku felt her heart skipped a beat, then drumming loudly inside her RIB CAGE feeling that surge of nostalgia sweeping over her. He was different yet the same all in one. How long – How long had it been since she last heard his VOICE? Since that last time she held his lifeless body and screaming her heart out. Centuries. Centuries she waited for him, keeping her ( promise ) and now, the wait was over. She FOUND him. The racing of her heart wouldn’t stop even as she tried to focus on his words. Fingers curled and breathing hitched, she finally gave a nod and took a single step back, eyes unable to tear from him.

                    “…Kumo–” No… He was no longer Kumori.

Why was it so difficult for her to speak? Words stuck in her THROAT as she tried to squeeze them out. She wanted so much to embrace him, to tell him how desperately she had missed him. It had been so long. So long. Her heart ached deeply every single day, wishing, ( praying ) to find him again. There was so much to talk to him about, yet she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He wouldn’t remember, but for now. For now, REUNITING with him is more than enough. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she flashed a small smile to him, the same warm smile she only gives him.

                                                                   “I’ve found you—”

                                               I miss you… I’ve missed you so much…

          Confusion is evident when recognition is noted on her features ( like she had found what had been LOST ) and it reels him into suspicion. That is until his own crimson eyes take in her features, see a familiarity that bewitches him into stupor. It brings in a headache, a twinge against his temple that causes a severe expression to form as a frown outlines his mouth. The quake ruptures the inner workings of his mind and when it subsides he is empty handed unable to recall. There is only nostalgia present, vague traces of emotions that Kage could not understand -- & then her voice brings leads him back to the present.  

     “ Huh? ”

          Her words only reinforce the confusion but also the alarm ( he KNEW her ) that was the voice buried beneath his dreams. IN HIS NIGHTMARES, where blood colours both him and her in a tragic painting. Legs shake with unease and he can’t help but retract from her from her. Muscles tense and though he does not fear her he is overridden by guilt from the given distance as superficial as it was. No that’s not why he felt guilty, he can’t place his finger on it but he’s guilty. The feeling is older than today, transcending into something that stretches over years but he doesn’t allow it to render him quiet. Even if she was his ‘dream’ girl.

    “ Do ya’know me or somethin’? ”  

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starter call.

   like for a starter & i’ll get to it when i wake up.     specify if you want jez or kumori... -- ye or i’ll chose tbh.

[mirio-kun]

you’re a piece of my shredded memories i wish to throw away. you’ve done so much damage already, i’ve lost my sense of direction. you took all those childish dreams and turned them into a everlasting nightmare.