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* ( GIRLFRIENDS GUIDE TO DIVORCE / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ All I know is I am still, and screw me I probably always will be, in love with you! ❜

❛ If in fact I can trust my emotions, I am in love with you. ❜

❛ I can’t do this. ❜

❛ There are so many ways that I am gonna disappoint you. ❜

❛ I just cannot live up to your expectations. ❜

❛ I think spending money is a way for me to shut my mind off and make me feel like I am somebody. ❜

❛ It’s not a seance. It’s a smudging. ❜

❛ Can I get you anything? ❜

❛ I’m fine! Don’t worry. ❜

❛ You know, my mom always said when life gives you lemons, drink whiskey. ❜

❛ I hate love. ❜

❛ So I may be a dick. But I’m your dick. ❜

❛ I miss the hell out of you. ❜

❛ I was trying to be adventurous. ❜

❛ I may be a mess, but I know who I am. ❜

❛ You are so beautiful. ❜

❛ Do you wanna get out of here? ❜

❛ My friends are on to us. ❜

❛ Take care of yourself so you’re not taking it out on everybody else! ❜

❛ Mornings aren’t for talking. ❜

❛ I just really want this mediation to work, to be as good as something awful can be. ❜

❛ You don’t want to go to war with a water pistol. ❜

❛ This is the happiest day of my life. I wanted to see you. ❜

❛ Enough romantic comedies. I need to get my Mr. Robot on. ❜

❛ You are taking this way too seriously. ❜

❛ I don’t want you to lose sleep over me. ❜

❛ I still don’t have a drink in my hand. ❜

❛ Maybe you should just chill out. ❜

❛ I think I need to hit the pause button and think about what’s next for my future. ❜

❛ Trust me, I am just trying to stay in motion because I am afraid if I stop, I will not be able to get going again, ever! ❜

❛ Secrets kill. ❜

❛ Did you just come up with that? ❜

❛ People just weren’t meant to live this long. ❜

❛ Might want to bust out the wine. ❜

❛ Is this you making an effort? ❜

❛ You think I should rewrite it. ❜

❛ The magic’s in the rewrite. At least that’s what I tell my writers when I crush their dreams. ❜

❛ What is your problem with me? ❜

❛ It’s so beautiful. It belongs in a museum. ❜

❛ Deal with your own truth. Stay the hell out of mine. ❜

❛ My theory is correct. There’s a love triangle goin’ on. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, I think you’re being really naive. ❜

❛ You don’t think I see that? ❜

❛ Where do you see yourself in five years? ❜

#& . YOU'D TAKE THE TIME FOR THESE THINGS . ( memes )

barisol-levia‌:

“It really is a shame that we can’t simply uninstall people that annoy us, as if they were games.”

“Please, remind me again why I work with you?”

❝ IF I RECALL, YOU CAME TO THE COMPANY LATER THAN I DID. ❞ It’s really all in good fun, especially when he wasn’t being all too serious in regards to jabbing a few buttons here and there with her. They were far more serious than that, but at times, should it get a little stifling, it simply wouldn’t do as well. ❝ We technically can, but that constitutes as murder, and to an extension, an unlawful act, Professor Barisol. ❞

Truly, what irony; there can never be anything that’s more truthful than Levia’s hypothesis, whether she knew it or not! And with a quiet gesture of asking for permission, he offers his hand; phone, please, was the unspoken request, to which he swiftly taps about his thumbs to gain just what she wanted — the very character she wanted in the first place in a single, serendipitous try.

❝ Born fortunate, ❞ he smiles. ❝ Even that is unprecedented. ❞

#barisollevia #& . YOUR WORK HAS STARTED . IT HAS ONLY BEGUN . ( second period / verse )#& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )

spiritucux

@maskwilled asked: “ I’ll take you to the gala. ” and was this an invitation, or a quiet demand?

“Who said you could just ask, Seth?”

Behemo stopped dusting his cheeks with a thin layer of blush, looking up at his lover. Perhaps it was a tad too early to try out a new make up look for the gala, but… He was excited, sue him.

“You are supposed to go with me, and only me, you absolute buffoon.”

That quiet demand, however, was in his tone; sending a thrill through Behemo’s spine. Of course, the man he loved and hated, the man who thieved his work yet spoke silent praises with that stupid tongue of his… Of course he’d have that effect on him.

“I need to know what your outfit is going to look like, so I can make sure my dress matches. And you better bring me flowers.”

#& . TECHNOLOGY . AND THE GRAND ORDER . ( grand order / verse )#spiritucux #& . SAVING ... SAVE COMPLETED . ( save )#grandservantgala2019 #( AAAYYYY )

scarydragonbitch-a

PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) –

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it.

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time.

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

#& . RATATOUILLE . REMI IS HERE . ( ooc )

wrath-with-a-will‌:

…Indeed. It appears the two were connected through eerie similarities sought by many and shared by few.

How… odd.

A mirror playing tricks, perhaps?

The ghost of one’s reflection, willing itself into reality for a night of mad torment plotted to plague the mind of the original?

…

Oh… Well; it seems one would need even a vague idea of an original in the first place to suspect such phantom foul play.

…

Shall he indulge in this fateful illusion?

Wait it out for another to appear? Then another? And so on and so on until suddenly there are simply too many for even a mind such as his to rapidly and accurately comprehend?

Perhaps… not.

He’ll deal with one wildly grinning doppelgänger for the time being.

…

“What was it that he declared, hm?” The weary soul ponders, pale hands — lined with delicate scarring spanning across nimble, sin-kissed fingers — carefully cupping his face in hopes of grounding, all while gazing out at a second face; one both his own and not his own. “Please, do entertain me with a deliciously complex little story! I’ve heard it a thousand times, in a thousand ways, but ah… if Narcissus hadn’t been so right in his vanity… what a treat it is to so sweetly revel in the preachings of my own voice…”

THEY WERE INDEED WELL-VERSED IN BOTH THE ARTS AND THE SCIENCES; pioneers and instigators, sharing the same past yet branching out in the unpredictable futures that lay ahead. For in every end, there is a beginning; no matter the motivation, there was the very fact that there was a motivation in the first place, the insatiable thirst for longing to know if there is anything more out there than what they have discovered and what has been devised.

There is no surprise in seeing his own self; it is, after all, only physics. It is the cold hand on his face, smooth and not coarse, giving quiet testaments as to how they were men of science and not of hard labor. They were generous with smiles that mean everything and nothing all at once to the point where the truth is almost indiscernible, but there is a strange comfort in the finality of a long and tiresome chronicle, as well as the break right after before the beginning of a new one.

They are mirrors, and at the same time, they are not. They are who they are; in all of their entirety, themselves. He refrains from grinning any wider — any more, and his mouth would really fall off, so to say. It is the talk about the philosophers, the dictators and the divine that makes him wonder so about the implications, the possibilities, if he were to be born at such turbulent times.

❝ Nothing so complex as to what we have already read, ❞ he says easily enough, placing a hand over the one clasped at his face, ❝ but it is a conclusion that I wish that would not happen between the both of us! After all, meeting you here would go to show that the stories have ended, and that we are going to places anew; will we meet and part at a window and promise each other to speak of our tales akin to exchanging notes? ❞

They will meet when the time is right, they will meet when a tale ends. They will meet when it is time to leave, and they will meet when it is time to arrive. To be an observer and a drifter of sorts is by far more preferable than being the divine incarnate, because that is ultimately what they are; they slither in search, ever constantly, never ceasing.

❝ We ask ourselves, ❞ he muses aloud, closing his eyes as he removes his spectacles for a brief bit of cleaning, rubbing the lenses with soft, gentle movements of his thumb being covered in his coat, ❝ does any of this hold any significance to us? Had we felt more, would things take a turn for something desirable? Yet, whether it does, or whether it does not....isn’t it the hope that something will be different within ourselves that drives us forward? ❞

#wrathwithawill #& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )

soracities

the concept of the impossible has become the only one that I understand.

Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book (trans. David Lauer)

#& . IN THE MIND . IT'S ALL IN THE MIND . ( musings )

❝ WHAT OF WHAT BRUTUS HAD SAID, WHEN HE DID THE GRAND BETRAYAL? ❞ But there was no betrayal to be found anywhere, although the two were very much similar; et tu, Brutus clearly did not apply in this situation! Though, in different worlds, they would come across one another either way, a two, three, four way to the vast infinities.

@wrath-with-a-will | s . c .

#wrathwithawill #& . THE TALE CONTINUES . TO ANOTHER START . ( starter )#& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )

❝ QUITE UNFORTUNATE THAT YOU DIDN’T ROLL WELL, BUT AS THEY SAY, TRY AGAIN, DESU~! ❞ While addictive, however, gacha games were extremely notorious for being hard on one’s pockets, and he fully exploits the mimicry of its mechanics by imitating a character’s verbal tics. ❝ Really though, you ought not to be so sad; it’s just a game, after all. ❞

@barisol-levia | s . c .

#barisollevia #& . THE TALE CONTINUES . TO ANOTHER START . ( starter )#& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )#& . YOUR WORK HAS STARTED . IT HAS ONLY BEGUN . ( second period / verse )

soracities

In your honest opinion, what does it mean to be human?

#& . IN THE MIND . IT'S ALL IN THE MIND . ( musings )

queenlymusings

This is the START of how it all ENDS

#& . IN THE MIND . IT'S ALL IN THE MIND . ( musings )

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE. laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

Taken by: @kurxyurihime tagging: anyone and everyone!

#& . YOU'D TAKE THE TIME FOR THESE THINGS . ( memes )

maskwilled-blog

written by remi / est. 30/7/2019

#self promo tag;#hh n ghhjg.....

kurxyurihime‌:

✂ ─ ━ɑⅴеɴɢėᚱ Of course she could recognised that figure and features from anywhere due to living in that castle since she was young, it was someone from that women’s court. ❝You’re not welcome here and if you here because that women ask you to come then go back to that bitch. ❞

@maskwilled

“ ON THE STARK CONTRARY, PRINCESS, IT IS NOT OF THE QUEEN’S ORDERS THAT I AM HERE. “ cheery to a fault, every bit false. for it was not new that the princess would have ran far from the queen’s wrath, but, of course, he has a job to do, a position to uphold. “ it is you who should be reporting, I suppose; I am the makeshift magistrate of the area. “

#kurxyurihime #& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )#& . OF BLACK AND WHITE AND RED ! ( hito / sw. au )#( AYYYYYY )

@plusiiieurs asked: "oi. asshat." behemo just chucks his flats onto the floor before climbing into seth's lap, puffing his cheeks. "you forgot your daily dose of 'give behemo attention', fuckstick."

❝ DEAR ME, LOOK AT THAT, I ALMOST FORGOT! ❞ It strains at the sides of his lips to beam so brightly - and almost so sarcastically! - to the point where they could very well hurt; such are the limitations of a human body, but he wraps his arms around Behemo’s waist nonetheless to prove that two can play at the game that the other scientist so desires. A more familiar smirk comes afterwards; attention is best earned instead of given.

#plusiiieurs #tbt #( IM CRYING )

❝ NOT REALLY, MOMOMIYA; it’s not as bad as it seems! If you simply try hard enough, or rather, if you can tell how it works, then mathematics really is quite simple. Now, focus on the equation again and tell me if there’s anything different, ❞ he says, because if Momomiya stays back yet again after nine in cram school, he just might wash his hands off her!

@nekoberu / s.c.

#nekoberu #& . THE TALE CONTINUES . TO ANOTHER START . ( starter )#& . THE CONCRETE . THE EXPERIMENTATION OF A LIFETIME ! ( modern )#& . THE SERPENT IN THE GRASS . ( ic )#( hi hello!!! )