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Xuebing Du

Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
we're not kids anymore.
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Kiana Khansmith

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Keni
occasionally subtle
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art

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he walked through the busy hallways of the school, bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way towards the exit. it was his first day at hawkins high school, and admittedly, it had gone so much better than he had thought it would. he made friends, settled into his classes well- the only minor mishap was the fun people made of his thick, glasgow accent. it would pass- at least he hoped it would. as he approached the main doors, he slowed to a halt upon seeing a particular locker, with pictures of a red-haired girl and thick glasses. it looked like a shrine, and out of curiosity, the teen simply stood and stared.
from her hand he took the tool gently, and used it to reattach an arm to the rest of the figure’s distorted frame. needless to say, he didn’t care about anatomical accuracy. as long as it could hold a heart, that’s all that mattered to him. his eyes darted and stole brief glances at the girl sat next to him, suddenly feeling a slight pressure to impress. ‘ i think he’s ready to go. could you get me one of the small jars from the cupboard? ‘
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contemplating whether or not to go as emma from the mphfpc movie or eleven from stranger things for a convention i have coming up hmmm
enoch looked up upon hearing the soft mumbling,a frown curling at the corners of his lips. she was going to make him feel guilty now, wasn’t she? true, everyone in the house had been hurt and felt left behind when abe decided to go. some were better at hiding it than others. ‘ olive, ‘ he spoke up, his tone softer with no sharp edges to it whatsoever. why couldn’t she see he was just trying to protect her? he wasn’t just saying these things to hurt her- despite how they may be coming across. he was silent for a moment, looking over his visibly hurt demeanor. ‘ . . . would you- could you stay here, help me with my figures? Some of them broke.. ‘
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
two word starters
“ don’t stop ”
“ please don’t ”
“ don’t shoot ”
“ give it ”
“ shut up ”
“ damn it! ”
“ stop it! ”
“ you’re crazy ”
“ that’s insane ”
“ get out! ”
“ don’t leave ”
“ i’m tired ”
“ that’s bad ”
“ be honest ”
“ be careful ”
“ be nice ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ go home ”
“ watch it ”
“ fuck me ”
“ kiss me ”
“ we can’t… ”
“ we shouldn’t… ”
“ you’re perfect ”
“ that’s awful ”
normals: raising a family is hard
enoch: not if they're buried close enough to each other
normals: what
enoch: what
jacob: god is dead
enoch, a necromancer and an opportunist: wait what
starter call from Enoch O’Connor!! still working on icons so give me some literate, paragraph rps until i can sort them out!! like this for a starter!!
« hollow city » ( ransom riggs ) sentence starters
“ you’re going to be a great man/woman, ____. a very great man/woman. ”
“ i never remember nice dreams ; only the bad ones stick. ”
“ peculiars don’t have past lives. we live them all at once. ”
“ what’re you going to do, pollinate it to death ? ”
“ (s)he/it/they was/were stolen, but we stole her/him/it/them back ! ”
“ sometimes i can’t decide whether you’re completely mad or some sort of miracle — though i’m starting to think it’s the latter. ”
“ i believe in you, ___. i haven’t known you too long, but i feel i know your heart, and it’s a strong, true thing —a peculiar heart— and i trust you. ”
“ in battle you don’t aim for the enemy’s pinky toe first — you stab him right through the heart ! ”
“ people are much less likely to notice my hand in their pockets when dinner’s just exploded in their faces. ”
“ the future is my specialty, madam/sir. let me show you how it’s done ! ”
“ sometimes i think that boy/girl is part machine. flesh on the outside, metal on the inside. ”
“ ah, come on. where’s your peculiar spirit this morning ? ”
“ my kingdom for a pack of fresh underwear ! ”
“ why are we so small, then, if we used to be giants ? ”
“ to quote a famous peculiar: ‘at the heart of nature’s mystery lies another mystery.’ ”
“ bless your tender soul ! ”
“ and now look at you — impaling monstrous creatures right through their leaky eyeballs. ”
“ the day i met her, that’s what i call my birthday. the day i met my true mum. ”
“ you’re awfully picky for a refugee. ”
“ london ! the finest refuse available anywhere ! ”
“ london ! where even the rats wear top hats ! ”
“ london: where every day’s a holiday…for the trash man ! ”
“ do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and just wish you’d stayed in bed ? ”
“ if you don’t find ____, i will personally roast you on a pit. ”
“ it isn’t a proper holiday until we’ve plumbed every available sewer. ”
“ if the clothes aren’t moth-eaten, they’re patched with clashing fabrics ! i am so weary of looking like a street urchin. ”
“ street urchins blend. little gents in top hats do not. ”
“ i’ve told you time and again, never talk to normals ! ”
“ i find this contagion of optimism positively flabbergasting. ”
“ doom and gloom ! ruin and ruination ! i think you’d be happy if the world came to an end tomorrow, just so you could say i told you so ! ”
“ i am very glad to meet you too, dear(s), but you must come inside at once ; it isn’t safe out here. ”
“ when you say remedies, do you mean your solutions, your infusions, or your suspensions ? ”
“ we’re not trying to save the whole world. just all of peculiardom. ”
“ you’ll make fine additions to our army. ”
“ of late, i’ve heard a great many worst-case scenarios presented. but i haven’t heard a single argument laid for the best-case scenario. ”
“ i wouldn’t follow you off a sinking ship. ”
“ to fight is the only honorable thing. ”
“ there’s honor in survival, too. ”
“ don’t tease me. i bite. ”
“ everyone thinks i’m a coward. this is my chance to prove them wrong. ”
“ if some fight and some stay behind, i’ll protect whoever stays. protecting’s always been my vocation. ”
“ you made a promise, and you’ve kept it. and now that’s over, and it’s time for you to go home. ”
“ it’s my own fault. i should never have kissed you. perhaps i made you believe something that wasn’t true. ”
“ i care about you very much. that’s why i can’t watch you throw your life away for nothing. ”
“ asking you to leave was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do. ”
“ i’m leaving. when this is all over, i’m going back home. ”
“ i’m glad you came around. i don’t think i’d have had the strenght to ask again. ”
“ i wish there were a world where we could be together in peace. ”
“ i suppose we were too busy surviving. ”
“ if you never hear from us again, well, one day you’ll be able to tell our story. you can tell your kids about us. or your grandkids. and we won’t entirely be forgotten. ”
“ don’t fight the pain, that’s the key. ”
“ you are more than me, ____. you are more than i ever was. ”
“ no, ____. i’m peculiar. ”
trying to do up my theme but i’m lazy so i’ll work on it later. && i wanna get to work on my verses- i have a verse idea where enoch is a soldier in the war bc that’d be swell so yeP gnight
the hella sweet munday meme
because honestly, I see so much negativity go around everywhere and I can’t help but to feel it makes the dash feel kinda down. so! here’s for lifting up our spirits!
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⛅ Do you believe aesthetics are another form of expression?
☮ Are you feeling happy and inspired right now?
☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you?
⚌ Who inspires you?
♋ Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?
☸ Do you reblog from the source when someone practices reblog karma or do you follow it?
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⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?
♛ Have you ever seen drama be maturely sorted out?
♞ Do you tend to ignore drama?
☾ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?
☻ Have you ever made someone a promo or a positive shoutout?
☎ What do you think about bias lists?
☈ How many people would you say likes you?
♡ How many people do you like? Are there any people in particular that pop up?
☢ What calms you down after negativity?
☠ What keeps you happy?
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☉ What fandom do you believe needs improvement? What could you do to do that?
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Enoch held his ground as the other him ranted threatened him. If the situation wasn’t so odd, he’d find it amusing. Even his accent was identical to his own. Part of him was unnerved by it. No GOOD could come of something like this. The other Enoch’s clothing reminded him of Jacobs, when he first came to the home. The faint sound of music from the device on the other confirmed he wasn’t from 1943. Given the others reaction, he WASN’T a hollow, or Barron for that matter
Folding his arms over his chest, Enoch narrowed his eyes at himself. “Save the speech for someone who CARES, mate,” he wasn’t going to allow himself to get put in place by…himself? It didn’t make much sense to him, but it was better than giving up that easily.
“My own loop? Mate, you’re IN my loop. If anything, I should be threatening to kick YOU out of here. Go back to you’re own time, whatever it is.” He pointed at himself first, then he pointed to Enoch, finally ending by waving his hand in a ‘shoo’ gesture.
The boy quirked an eyebrow at his doppelgänger, head tilting as he looked over his physique. He was all too similar to Enoch. The only obvious difference was that where he himself was dressed ordinarily, this version of him dressed like someone would a hundred years ago. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This wasn’t someone impersonating him, mocking him- this was Enoch. Another Enoch.
“My own time..?” Enoch asked, puzzled quite visibly so. Without another word, the boy rushed up the sand to head to the path again, getting a view at the village. It was his village... and yet, something seemed.. off. This proved so by the sudden sound of airplane grouped into triangles, flying through the sky only meters above their heads. Enoch let out a startled gasp and backed up onto the sand again. Where was he? When was he?
Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
Nightmares
Humanity
Guardian
Torture
Insanity
Slaughter
Order
Morality
Loyalty
Promise
Betrayal
Epiphany
Apathy
Memories
Loss
Lies
Death
Love
Plans
Pawns
revenge
Monster
Time
Waiting
Laugh
Trend
Alliance
Natural
Pretence
Urge
Impression
Critic
Accent
Stranger
Judgement
Delirious
Instinct
Damage
Illusion
End