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:: old world departed gone and past :: light in your eyes is fading fast :: thought you awoke from a fever dream :: and now you walk upon the dead
fandomless single muse oc english and german writing crossover friendly multiverse written by Mojo (27f) multi genre (horror, crime, supernatural...)
a study in addiction, homelessness with a pet, escapism, street music and self destruction
As soon as I figure out how to get wifi into this shit hole...ill be back. Lira lives rent free in my brain and so do some of your ocs and I'm dying to get back to it...maybe even introcide some new ocs...? o.o
::still traveling. It's cold and I can't log into my other Tumblr. I'm stressed. See u soon.
::gone traveling for two or three days. Doesn't mean I won't be here, but probably less. Y'all are drafted :)
RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
why is it always my fault?
why do people call you that?
do you know anyone here?
how’s your wound?
are you worth a second chance?
after all we’ve been through, why?
when are you going to apologize to me?
you did this? for me?
will you promise me?
can’t you be on my side? just once?
what exactly do you do for a living?
do you even hear yourself?
sorry, what did you say?
did you mean what you said?
can i kiss you?
truth or dare?
are you comfortable?
what were they like?
what time do you want me to pick you up?
how can you say that to me?
how could you possibly think that was a good idea?
did you enjoy yourself?
why don’t you stay over?
why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?
out of everything you could’ve said, why that?
do i know you?
you love me?
how old do you think i am?
why do they treat me like that?
have i ever given you bad advice?
do you want some company?
do you think last night was a mistake?
what are you in the mood for?
do i remind you of anyone?
where were you?
who did this to you?
can i have some cash?
tell me why i should believe a thing you say?
sorry, do you have the time?
why don’t you find out for yourself?
where do you think you’re going?
do you want one?
when am i ever wrong?
who do you think you are?
where are you going to go?
run that by me again?
i don’t know what to say?
can you kill?
why is it never your fault?
would you kill for it?
why did you do this to me?
can you be quiet?
what’s so funny?
why don’t you want to go home?
how are you so calm?
have we met before?
what was it like?
are you seriously asking me that right now?
what’s with the third degree?
you want me?
can you help me?
would you care for a dance?
are you sure you want to spend another night alone?
why do i have to apologize?
what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?
why would they do that?
do you want me to grab dinner?
can you help me bring these in?
how annoying can you be?
how do you think that makes me feel?
why didn’t you fight back?
what are you so afraid of?
can you tell me what happened?
you did this all by yourself?
how can i help you?
how do you sleep at night?
you’re sorry?
how do you keep a secret like that?
what’s going on?
we’re friends, right?
how about i take you home?
why won’t you just listen to me?
you wanna mess around?
what does that eleven mean?
when will you learn?
how could you even ask me something like that?
does it hurt?
why did you do it?
can you hear me?
do you have a ride home?
you’re afraid of the dark?
would you like to try?
why did you do that for me?
you really think i’m beautiful?
is it noticeable?
where did you get all that money?
where did you get this?
do you know what i did?
where did you go?
like what you see?
can i touch you? here?
how many people have you killed?
can i borrow your phone?
can you keep a secret?
do you want us to stop?
where have you been?
another round?
when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?
do you really think that’s a good idea?
what does that have to do with anything?
have you eaten anything today?
why do you think you feel that way?
what happened to them?
what’s your problem?
you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?
have you come to apologize?
do you know who i am?
do you want to be alone?
Originally by moosings, who originally deleted their blog.
I usually don't upload mun pics on here (more on @septembaer) but my bf told me today that I look like "that tumblr character you play".
Bonus: Rala trying to drink out of a faucet
When she starts singing along, too, he can’t help but grin. He doesn’t look at her, though, leaving her to wonder if the grin is at her recognition of the song or just the enjoyment of the music. Either way, the moment stands almost like a seal of acceptance. She’s here now, there’s no changing that. Clearly she’s about as stubborn as he is and has a similar enjoyment of the open road.
The the mirror, they catch a brief glimpse of the blood on Lira’s hand just before she licks it off. Their gaze darts to the mirror, then back ro the road, shifting the gum in their mouth and swallowing back excess saliva. If only she realized how fucking dangerous they are… They clear their throat, grip the wheel a little tighter, and quickly go back to focusing on the music as the song reaches its close.
When she leans up to talk directly in xyr ear, xe flinches. Xe can’t help it, hadn’t been expecting the sudden loudness nor the smell of blood on her to get so much stronger. Xyr shoulders tense and xe presses a little harder on the gas, nose wrinkling with discomfort. So much for that good, pure moment. Still, xe doesn’t argue when she mentions skipping the next song. Lucky for her, it’s just the radio, which is why the quality is absolute shit. Xe’s got a few tapes in the glovebox, but at the moment xe’s rolling with the shitty radio static and whatever comes on this classic folk station. In fact, as the song ends and the voices of two country-sounding men cut in to talk and name the song, xe shoots Lira a glance as if to answer her question.
Their eyes narrow a little, noticing the panic in the waver of her voice, but they won’t ask. They don’t like people prying into their life, so why should they do the same to someone else? He respects the distance, leaves it hang unless she wants to bring it up. And as a commercial break begins, xe simply turns the volume back down, expression back to its usual seriousness, back to silence. Xyr fingers tap anxiously against the edge of the steering wheel.
“There’s some beer cans back there if you wanna clean up that cut,” he calls, giving her a sideways glance. “Wrap it up with one’a them t-shirts. Don’ need yer blood all over my seats.”
A giddy little rush walks over Lira's spine as she sees the corners of Arthur's mouth move upward. Of course she sees that, she would've never missed a moment that proved that she was right. Arthur could have fun. And with her, too. With her confidence spreading, she hesitates not a second at the words 'beer cans back' and starts looking until she finds one, giving Arthur's following words less attention. But they catch up after Lira actually finds a beer. They hit her as she opens it. "Oh," she says, glancing down at her hand. The cut was deeper than she thought — not bad, but definitely messy, a thin line of red gleaming along her palm. "Right. The cut."
He didn't seem like that much of a clean freak. It's not like she's dripping everywhere. When he told her to wrap it, she looked up at the rearview mirror, narrowing her eyes at the way his voice landed — not unkind, just clipped, controlled. Like an order disguised as advice. And Lira had never been one to take orders well. "Oh what, a cool guy like you can't stomach some blood?" she asks loud mouthed. Still she chooses to 'comply' -after all, free ride, free beer- but in her own way. "Alright, alright," she mutters, sliding her backpack off the seat to dig through it one-handed. "If you’re gonna be so squeamish about it…" Instead of grabbing one of his shirts like he’d said, she pulls out a crumpled bandana, its pattern long lost under dirt and frayed edges. She looks up, catches him in the mirror again, and — deliberately, with a kind of reckless grace — drags her tongue across her palm to clean the blood before tying the fabric around it. If it grossed him out the first time, this one is for giving her orders. The radio creaks, and there was a small pause after the way too long real estate ad. The copper taste hits her tongue and she makes a face, but she doesn't look away. "See? All good," she said, lifting her hand a little, smirk widening. "Where are we headed, by the way?" she tries again.
Leo’s eyes widen as they approach the club. She had sworn off drinking after last time left her with a hangover from hell. But she liked Lira enough to not complain about it. After all, she enjoyed having a friend around. Someone that was fun, and thankfully under the age of 50…
“You… what?” She stops dead in her tracks and holds up her hands in mock surrender. “You want to steal the dartboard?” Leo huffs a laugh. “Are you serious? We- we can probably, like, find one somewhere…” But the way Lira is looking at her tells her that won’t be an option. So she drops her hands and grins down at her feet. “Oookay, but if we get caught, just know I was a sprinter in high school and I’ll leave you in the dust.”
It's a bit crowded in there, which might prove useful or fatal, depending on how many people might be paying attention to them. Leo heads straight for the bar and orders two drinks for both of them. She opts to pay with cash – always cash – and bats her eyelashes at the bartender enough that he doesn’t ask to ID her.
“For you.” She sing-songs as she turns around and presses a cold bottle into Lira’s palm. “So where’s this dart board?”
Having expected the first part of Leo's reaction, Lira pulls out her most persuasive little grin. But as it turns out, charming Leo into it wouldn't even be a necessity. "Awesome..." Lira exclaimed, ignoring all threats from Leo to leave her in the dust. For now.
Leo parts from Lira as they enter the bar. It's warm, it doesn't smell too awful as well. Quite cozy actually. But she wasn't here to praise this establishment, she was here for something else. As she approaches a free booth at the wall, she keeps an eye out for... Bingo!
Lira is already wiggling herself into the booth and Pontus rolls himself up between her feet as Leo returns. As if to ask 'booth okay?' the brunette nudges her head towards it but immediately gets distracted by the cold bottle being given to her. "Ah, wonderful! Thank you!" it almost doesn't sound like she's thanking Leo for bringing her beer, but the beer for merely just existing. She only drank, like, three before coming here today. "The what?" she asks and takes a big sip, allowing Leo's words to fully enter her brain. "Oh, yeah! It's..." Her finger slowly trails around the place. She leans toward Leo, sideways, so the girl can make out better where she's pointing. A spot right between the women's room and the bar. "...right there. Next to the actual fucking TV. And I mean, right next to it." Not the ideal spot. Not at all. But, to her own surprise, the board did kind of resemble the one she thought got stolen from her bar. Her eyes narrowed. The additional challenge of the placement wouldn't make her give up so easily though. "So..." an energetic flick of Lira's wrist before she lit herself a cigarette. Enter bar -> light cigarette. Muscle memory. "...you got any ideas?"
Lira freshly brabbles at y/m as she's trying to flirt with them. open to: m/f/nb, stranger, friend, anything that works for you pulled this directly directly from a scene of a movie (towards the end of the scene). but it's pretty stand alone. you don't have to have seen the movie to respond.
"My embarrassing admonition is that..." Lira sighed as she stepped a little closer to the stranger, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess them. "I really like that you're being nice right now. I mean..." a defeated little huff of a laugh "...I can't tell from one moment to the next what I'm gonna like, but..." she took a deep breath, slowing herself down a little as she picks up eye contact again. "...right now..." another pause as a small, confident smile crosses her face. "...I'm glad you are."
The sound of her rolling around back there doesn't seem to convince him to stop or slow down or even consider that she could fall out the back and die. There's little to no concern until she's clambered into the back seat instead of the outer bed of the truck. Dammit. An irritating turn, but at least the dog is still out back. If she tries to drag it into the truck, he might have to slam on the breaks.
They're not listening to her, though it's mostly due to being very good at pretending not to be able to hear her talking. Between the blaring music and the wind whipping through the broken window, any normal person wouldn't be able to hear shit. They can, but...That's besides the point. The sharp smell of blood hits their senses, too, when she cuts her hand on the broken glass. He sniffs, his nose twitching slightly as he grimaces against the smell. When she starts whooping and hollering, they simply roll their eyes, glancing at her in the rear view and saying nothing. In fact, the instant she asks where they're going, they turn the radio up to maximum and start to sing along.
"..A song will lift...As the mainsail shifts! And the boat drifts on to the shoreline..!" Surprisingly, he's not a bad singer, the country twang to his voice only intensifies when he sings, but his voice is certainly more on-key than Bob Dylan's. "And the sun will respect..Every face on the deck...The hour that the ship comes in!" the smell of her blood is giving him a headache, so the window is rolled down all the way, the back ones opened about halfway to let the air drown it out. He grabs a pack of nicotine gum from the center console, taking a moment to slide a piece into his mouth before going right back to singing along with the music...
In fact, now that xe's singing along and the windows are rolled down and xe's not paying much attention to the dog in the bed of his truck, xe seems like xe's in a much better mood than before. Of course, maybe that's just because xe's trying to forget that xe's picked up two strays again by mistake. Or maybe xe's just given up trying to get rid of them. Of course, music tends to help their mood in any given situation, that much might be more obvious once Lira notices the beat-up empty guitar case littered in stickers and chipped paint resting under her feet on the floor of the back seat.
Of course Lira doesn't get a straight answer to her question. Like she cared anyways. Instead the music gets turned up even louder. Bob Dylan? Lira breaks out in laughter. Having played it countless times on her banjo with her brother years ago, she knows that song by heart. But would've never guessed that they'd have a soft spot for Dylan like that. Ignoring the memories of her brother that come rolling in with the artist, she decides that it is time to make some new memories. But if it's the album...Dante's favorite song would be up next... Trying, and failing, to tuck her hair behind her ears Lira listens to him sing. She's even quiet for a moment. These would be the moments she'd mention when people would ask her how she could live like she does; Wind in her hair, one hand limply hanging out the window and a stranger singing next to her. How else would one like to spend an evening? Working? Watching TV? Boring! Even Arthur almost looks like he's having fun. If you ask Lira, one who sings along to something this loud cannot be in a bad mood. The fear that had been lurking within her now finally give it a rest. The music, the velocity, the chaos. She feels safe here. The song gets hold of her and now even Lira raises her raw, smokey singing voice, hoping she'd still remember the lyrics. "Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold...for your weary toes to be touchin'..." a look behind her to check on Pontus. He is not having a great time. He's fine, sure. But his eyes express lament. Lira rolls hers, gives him a pat between the ears and turns back around.
"...and the truck's wise men will remind you again...that the whole wide world is not their friend..." proud of her fast lyric change, Lira decided to stop singing. It's the thing she earns most her money with. And her throat is already sore from today. Instead she lifts her hand up, inspecting the cut she got from the shattered window. She shoves that part of her hand into her mouth to 'clean' off the blood as she leans back in her seat. For a fleeting moment, she catches herself wishing they'd never reach any destination. With no fear of awkwardness, Lira leans forward to try and talk to Arthur again. This time she props her chin up on the back of his seat, pretty much next to their ear. "That he whole album?" she's now talking as if speaking to an old friend "'Cause if it were for me, we can skip that next one. Never really cared about Hattie Carroll." even though she really, really tried sounding casual, a sliver of earnest panic made it's way in her words. She isn't drunk enough for a bummer like 'the lonesome death of Hattie Carroll'.
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FRIENDS (1994-2004)
SEASON TEN, EPISODE THREE → THE ONE WITH ROSS’S TAN
FIONA GALLAGHER || SHAMELESS - 9x07
The shout from Lira makes rhe puppy freeze entirely. They’re just standing there under the clothes with their little legs sprawled like they’ve been caught in a trap. As Pontus sort of noses his way under the clothes, Xander bounces and scrambles back in surprise, letting out a squeak of a bark. A small growl and then he’s pouncing on Pontus’ snoot and snatching his ear between his tiny teeth. Small, playful growls burble from the runt, its own ears struggling to stand up straight since they’re still too big for his head.
More shouting from Lira has him releasing the bigger dog, tail tucked between their legs because they don’t know what she’s saying. No, they understand that much…so is it them or Pontus she’s yelling at? They have no time ti contemplate because seconds later she’s scooping them up in her arm. He gives a tiny yelp, then starts to wag his tail excitedly, paws swimming through the air clumsily.
Once he’s back on the ground, he’s sniffing around on the pavement, wandering off in complete oblivious distraction. It takes him
all of two seconds to crawl into a trash bag and find something to munch on, tail slowly wagging behind. He barks once and looks back ar Pontus excitedly, like he wants to share his treasure with him. A paper plate smeared with something is dragged over to the older dog and he barks again, tail wagging as he gets down into a playful stance in delight. Then, he’s pulling out a chicken bone and dragging it to Lira’s feet like maybe she needed a snack too, tail waging proudly as he stares up at her wide-eyed and innocent.
Lira let's the dogs be for a moment until she catches her breath. The wall on her back is cool as she sits, always having an eye out for the puppy. And after letting him lick whatever horrible smelling gunk from a paper plate she catches the moment their interest in a chicken bone spikes. Pontus sees it too, but his brown eyes immediately dart toward hers. He knows.
"Whoa, no...vai, vai..." she gently but firmly grabs Xander on the back of the neck and plops him in her lap. "You know why Pontus gets to walk off the leash?" she asks while peeling the bone out from beneath their razor sharp puppy teeth before continuing. Pontus watches the bone as she throws it away, heartbroken. "Because Pontus doesn't eat lethal things...anymore. It's the only law he follows." one hand on Xander as Lira crams for the alibi leash she always carries for Pontus. "I don't, by the way. I eat dangerous shit all the time..." a pause "You don't understand a word I'm saying, are you?" her voice turns softer with each word. She carefully removes some gunk from Xander's chin.
A makeshift collar made from Pontus' bandana slips over the puppy's head before Lira clips on the leash and gets up. A look at the both of the dogs make her smile. Not her usual mischievous smile, but a more genuine one. Almost nostalgic.
"There we go..." her initial tone of achievement shifts after taking in the moment for a little longer. Pontus, realizing that his new buddy was now on the boring leash, goes back to looking for a good spot to pee. His favorite outdoor activity.
"What the fuck do we do now?" From the distance, they must've just looked like your usual punk-with-one-too-many-dogs combination. But what if they were in the middle of a public space when Xander turns back? She looks at the dog as if trying to make out a warning signal...a fucking cool down bar.
"Bar. We're going to my bar." she decided. It's not far from here, and if Lira remembers correctly, she could even think of a more undercover way to get there.
“I…guess,” Xander hums in response to her logic. Indoors, smoking was arguably a lot dirtier than letting it blow away outside. Still, he couldn’t help the perplexed look remaining plastered to his face. He watches her huff on the smoke, shielding his nose with the back of his hand and trying to keep his grimace from being too obvious.
“Um…N—“ They’re about to tell her no, absolutely not, but they’re cut off by the shrill tone of someone from the bar calling after them. For some reason, their heart jumps into their throat as if they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been. Their lips part again only to find themselves being yanked along, tripping over themselves as they do their level best to keep up.
“What did you do?!” He’s calling after her through clenched teeth, eyes wide and frantic. “S— Slow down..! I—“ Before they can get anymore words out, the toe of their worn-down shoes catches on the pavement and the action sends them sprawling forward. Only, instead of his scraped up body hittinf the floor, his clothes simply spray out across the concrete, a small, puppy-shaped lump buried underneath frantically trying to find its way out with a few desperate whines. Worst. Timing.
While running Lira nods to herself. Xander did in fact not notice that they just left a bar without paying their drinks. He probably wouldn't even notice his head sitting on his shoulders if this world was devoid of mirrors. The nod turns into a grinning head shake as they ask her to slow down. Why would she? From her experience and what she'd seen from the bar tender's fitness this past hour, he would probably give up as soon as they'd turn the next corner. There's one right ahead. Only a few more... Xander almost trips, and just as Lira wants to tighten her grip around their arm, it vanishes. "What-?" it took her a second to realize what happened. She had only seen this happen with them one or two times before. And if she was being honest, she didn't think she could ever get used to it. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Xander!" the brunette exclaims as she comes to a halt. For a moment she looks back at the bar. But she can't make anything out. Too distracted with this...circumstance unfolding before her. The puppy who was now sitting in Xander's loose clothing on the floor instantly provokes a tail wagging Pontus to approach him playfully. Very playfully. As if that puppy had not just been a grown ass man moments before. From the first time Pontus really didn't have any problem with this. Hell, he even seemed to welcome this change of Xander surprisingly happily. "No, no, via! Non è il momento!" she brabbles at her dog. Well, her adult German Shepherd, not that teddy-like junior. In one quick motion, she scoops Xander up and under her arm, while grabbing at his pile of clothes. Still shooing Pontus away from her, Lira is now the one stumbling into the ally she'd been eyeballing. She makes it all the way through to the dead end at the other side until she stops. Her rips sting and her breath is heavy. Damn those cigarettes. She sets down the puppy and takes a step back, checking the alley. Silence.
"Oh god..." Lira's hands wander to her knees to support herself as she watches Pontus excitedly sniff Xander's fuzzy head. Little fucker. She thinks as she's trying to catch her breath. Cute little fucker, admittedly. "Ma che rompiscatole adorabile sei, eh? You really have a knack for timing, man." she huffs, but there is a smirk, a giggle almost, creeping up on her face before she sits down.
