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I WANT TO DANCE ... independent & selective ba/ldur's g/ate 3 companion oc. written by annie. sideblog to @publicabsent. rules & info under the cut. ... I WANNA GAZE AT THE STARS.

#PINNED. DNI.#BY ANNIE. 23. SHE / THEY. EST.

ohisms

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 . ( angst - oriented sentence starters . dark & potentially triggering themes are present . )

❛ no … no , why would you do that ? ❜ ❛ fight back . fight back ! ❜ ❛ when were you going to tell me ? ❜ ❛ don’t fucking touch me . ❜ ❛ you promised . you fucking promised . ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you . ❜ ❛ run . run & don’t stop . ❜ ❛ you’re a fucking stereotype . ❜ ❛ please don’t go … please don’t go . ❜ ❛ i’m putting you out of your misery . ❜ ❛ what makes you think i’d listen to a word you say ? ❜ ❛ this is what you think love is ?? ❜ ❛ i never should’ve trusted you . ❜ ❛ i love you . is that what you wanted to hear ? ❜ ❛ you’re so fucking pathetic . ❜ ❛ nobody can help me . not even you . ❜ ❛ don’t act like you know me . ❜ ❛ i’ve got my own shit to deal with . ❜ ❛ i’m saying my goodbyes . ❜ ❛ please don’t go . ❜ ❛ i’d rather drop dead . ❜ ❛ i loved you , you know ? ❜ ❛ talk to me . ❜ ❛ what , was i just a charity case ?? ❜ ❛ i feel so fucking stupid . ❜ ❛ i want to be alone . ❜ ❛ that’s low , even for you . ❜ ❛ say that again , i fucking dare you . ❜ ❛ i can’t … i can’t feel my - ❜ ❛ i’m so fucking tired , i just … i can’t . ❜ ❛ we’ve missed so much . ❜ ❛ what , you’re gonna shoot me ? ❜ ❛ you’re nothing . ❜ ❛ stop looking at me like that . like i’m broken . ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood . ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out . ❜ ❛ it’s not real . it’s not real . ❜ ❛ you’re just saying what i want to hear . ❜ ❛ i swear , i’ll kill you . ❜ ❛ stop … just stop fucking lying . stop . ❜ ❛ just tell me what you did . ❜ ❛ i already know what you did , i just want to hear it from you . ❜ ❛ i needed you to be different . ❜ ❛ how long has it been since you’ve eaten ? ❜ ❛ put the [ gun / knife ] down . ❜ ❛ what do you want from me ? ❜ ❛ we’ve lost so much time . ❜ ❛ i really fucking hate you , sometimes . ❜ ❛ i can’t … i can’t , i can’t do this today . ❜ ❛ you know , i never wanted to hurt you . ❜ ❛ i shouldn’t have to beg you to love me . ❜ ❛ i don’t owe you shit . ❜ ❛ don’t say it , don’t fucking say it . ❜ ❛ it sounds like you’ve been crying … ❜

#prompts.

cham-art

#brutus.#that's nettie's baby !! scratch is everyone's baby but brutus is NETTIE'S

songsdreamt

she wants to say i won't hurt you, but she can't force her mouth to form the words. after all, wouldn't it be an empty promise? she doesn't want to hurt the druid, but she hadn't even known she wanted to hurt alfira until she'd awoken standing over the mess at her feet. "i just... i don't want them to hurt me." them. their other companions. people who, she'd hoped, were starting to trust her. "i know i deserve it, but... i... whatever this is, it must be who i used to be." not that she can remember. "and whoever that was, i don't want to be her anymore. i want to be good. you believe that, right?" she must sound half-mad, must look half-mad.

it's obvious annette is afraid of her. it makes bile rise in her throat, even as the evil thing within her whispers weak, pathetic creature. she'd be thankful if you put her out of her misery. but those aren't percy's thoughts. percy likes annette, as much as you can like someone you barely know when you hardly even know yourself. "you can, um... maybe you can cast hold person on me, and tie me up, or something. so it's safe. i don't want to hurt you. i don't want to hurt anyone."

mycomaid

she doesn't know hold person. but ... "should ... should you think ... that, um. it's needed. i could do something like that. but you haven't -- hurt anyone who's been here." she rises to her knees from her defensive, half-sprawled position. one small, shaking hand presses into the dirt as a whisper escapes her -- voco vinae. thin vines braid together into a green rope, wrapping loosely around the tiefling's ankles. she doesn't want to properly bind persephone if it isn't necessary -- sometimes her vines grow thorns. blood needn't cost blood. "will you feel safer ... ?"

ever putting others before herself, even when the danger is likely directed at her. it's part of why mother cast her out. part of why lord mallory's men caught her. her selflessness. "they'll grown thorns if they, um. are struggled against. do you ... do you want that, or ... ?"

#songsdreamt #act i.#nettie asking permission to /protect herself/ ... jeez

songsdreamt

"mine's not anything but me, either." she hates arguing, but she can't let nettie keep spiraling in self-loathing without trying to pull her out of it. "you saw me with felix! i just got lucky he showed up at night, when we'd already done everything we had to do, because i was useless for hours after." years since she'd seen him, and yet he'd managed to peel back every layer of affected confidence and reveal the rotten, horrid, broken core of her with a handful of words. "having you around has kept me going, nettie. because we both deserve to get through this. and... and you can believe that isn't true, but it's not going to change my mind, okay? i'll carry you, if i have to, because i don't want to lose you. and i don't want laura to lose you, either."

mycomaid

oh, laura. yes, laura & percy are perhaps the only two who made her think anything else in this world was worth surviving. in the time since her expulsion from mamie creepcough's lair, she has not had much time to consider her future. thinking for some time her fate was much like her so-called mother's: a hag, twisted into cruelty beyond reason, she avoided people. after her first encounter with lord mallory, she was too busy running. then, the tadpole. & she was back to regretting. now, a lifetime later, too much is at stake for her to die. "i wouldn't be alive without you," she mumbles, retreating. "several times over. i'd be dead somewhere at the crash site. but i couldn't bring myself to do that to you. o-or the others, but. um. yeah." she shifts, suddenly very vulnerable. she hadn't told anyone what had nagged at her at first. too many more pressing matters. even now, she feels guilty admitting it.

#songsdreamt #act iii.#they r my babygirls

songsdreamt

soaked in blood, gore clinging to her nightclothes—it should all make persephone sick. the fact that it doesn't is enough to leave her shaking, tears brimming in her eyes. she'd tried to voice that there was something wrong with her, missing memories and a violent hunger, but nobody had taken her seriously and now... now... she looks down at the body that used to be alfira, trying desperately to remember what happened, but she can't. she'd gone to sleep in her tent, and woken standing over the body of her fellow bard. "i... i don't know, i don't remember." she tries to breathe, but her racing thoughts overwhelm her: they're going to push you out. or worse, they're going to kill you for what you've done. and you deserve it.

"please, annette, i didn't mean to! there's something wr—wrong with me, something that... drives me to do things. and i've been fighting it, i swear i have, i didn't—" she wants to wipe her palms on her trousers to get the blood off, but there isn't a clean spot to use. a sob slips out of her even as she tries to swallow it: "i don't want to be like this. i'm scared."

mycomaid

the purple bard is in pieces, smeared across the ground & the other's clothes, her face ... annette is not a stranger to blood. between the experimentation of her mother & the requirements of living in the woods, pain & blood are more familiar than she'd like. but this? this is more than she was prepared for. the memory of the flavor of blood tugs at the inside of her mouth, face blanching. they are both afraid, it seems. persephone had said there was something wrong with her, & while the druid had believed her, she had not expected this. lae'zel had said alfira was weak. is that what did it? would she be next? small, nervous, quiet, it'd be easy. persephone could do it right now, or really whenever she wanted. a chill runs down her spine.

annette's mouth is dry, stuffed with wool like a corpse. she knows of different reasons one may be so compelled to commit horrors -- possession, the details of a particularly nasty bargain, powerful magic ... "what -- i ... i don't ..." she doesn't know these people. she has secrets, too. whether they cure this tadpole or not, the druid knows she's doomed. (now, it's just a matter of this now-four-way split in the path. persephone's blade, the tadpole, becoming a hag, or herself. one path is looking far more pleasant than any other.) "i don't know what to say."

#songsdreamt #act i.

songsdreamt

"i know." she lets go of annette's face, not wanting to overwhelm her. "you're not the only one in trouble, though. i mean, karlach's..." thinking about their friend's plight always sends a pain through her chest and settles a lump in her throat, but she pushes through: "karlach's engine is barely stable. there's been two separate occasions where somebody was looking to capture astarion. mystra only allowed gale to be stabilized on the condition that he self-immolate to save the world. we're all fucked, in one way or another, you know?" she swallows past threatening tears, shifts the way she's sitting as her leg sparks with pins and needles. "and gods know you're not the only one who feels useless. i feel useless, most days. but... nobody's as hard on us as we are on ourselves. except maybe our mothers, but i'm of the strict belief that they're both miserable wretches, and their opinions are worth shit."

mycomaid

but the difference is, she wants to protest, the difference is they can't help it -- someone else did it to them. (the hypocrisy there is lost on her.) if she had followed the rules -- played the game -- or even just gone off & killed herself before they ever left for the underdark. that idea continues to seem more & more appealing the farther from that point she gets. "i could've prevented it. i could've made it where ... where i didn't slow everyone down. i can't walk, percy, i can't do anything. i ... i shut down in reithwin, at ethel's, every time -- s'not gods, s'not anything but me."

#songsdreamt #act iii.

@songsdreamt: " i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " + receiver finds sender covered in blood / accepting.

between the tadpole situation & her latent paranoia at sleeping in the open, she's still been sleeping light. even when the druid drifts off slightly into the woods outside of camp, anything can wake her up. but she isn't sure what it is that wakes her up this time, though it's not a mystery for long. for there stands this tiefling she's only recently met, covered in blood & standing a small distance from the source of the carnage. annette's eyes widen, flitting over percy & the surroundings with panic. i didn't mean to, she says. the druid curls into herself almost defensively. "what ... what -- what happened ... ? h-how did you ... ?"

the half-elf's eyes flit about, gauging each escape route & what would be fastest or safest. just in case.

#songsdreamt #answered.#dyn. persephone potter.#act i.

unpr0mpted

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#prompts.

songsdreamt

"annette, darling, the only person who sees you that way is you." her voice is barely audible, as gentle as can be. after a second, she adds: "well, and maybe lae'zel. but lae'zel has a very narrow idea of what strength looks like, hm? karlach doesn't find you weak. wyll certainly doesn't. neither does halsin..." a little smile, an attempt to inject some levity into her speech "i can go on, you know. i'm very good with my words." annette's inability to see her own worth weighs heavily on percy—percy, who knows that she's guilty of the same thing, herself. how many nights has she spent beating herself up over not being good enough, stoic enough, helpful enough? and yes, she'd insisted nettie tag along in the beginning, but her friend—her sister—has more than proven her worth. "all of the potions you've made? those darkvision ones in the underdark, for gale, and all the healing potions, and the poisons for me and astarion—all the healing spells you've cast? hells, acorn, even if all you'd done was keep me company, you'd be worth having around."

mycomaid

there's a small puff of humored air at the mention of lae'zel -- who had once, some time before, asked the half-elf if her main talent was flower-picking. that brief moment of laughter is cut very short by percy mentioning some of, in annette's opinion, the strongest people in their group. it's her mother's fault, she thinks. but more so than that, it's her fault for believing it, even now. she knows that witch wasn't her mother, that it was a bad situation. but maybe if she'd been good, been better, she'd never know. the pang in her chest at percy's list of compatriots grows stronger with each name & each note of her deeds. she sniffles, remaining otherwise still. "i - i -- i jus' wanna be helpful ... but i feel like. like i'm a weight. slowing ... everything down. like now. i can't ... i can hardly move, perce ..." her recovery has been too slow for her own guilty conscience. "i jus' feel like m'always in trouble & never useful enough."

#songsdreamt #act iii.

poohsources

🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

#prompts.

songsdreamt

if she could—and if it wouldn't be both foolish and a waste of magic—percy would bring the bhaalspawn back just to kill her all over again. ending her once wasn't enough to make up for the pain she caused annette. "i don't think you're weak," she says quietly. it's not an empty platitude, either; percy's always thought nettie is more powerful than she gives herself credit for. with one hand, she smooths back the druid's hair. "i don't know why she took you, nettie. maybe because she saw how important you are to me. but anything they said to you, they didn't say it because it was true. they said it to hurt you, that's all. to be cruel. if they really aimed to take the most helpless of us, they'd have taken yenna, don't you think? she's just a kid."

mycomaid

the druid leans forward, forehead resting on her friend's shoulder. of course annette knows percy would not lie to her -- not on purpose. her arms feel leaden at her side, pinning her inside her tent. the paralytic may have exhausted her nerves, but she could feel the stiffness of her muscles the whole time she laid there. she hadn't the heart to tell percy the amount of times she'd listened to detailed, almost poetic descriptions of how her captors would kill her & her friends. or the times they'd reminded her how vulnerable she was, cool blades resting flatly on skin as a warning. "you're th'only one who doesn't. i ... i know how ev'ryone else sees me." dead weight. only here because back at the beginning, percy had insisted. she's not a fool.

#songsdreamt #act iii.#weeping wailing etc

rpxprompts

⋅ ┋ HADESTOWN SENTENCE STARTERS — ACT 1!

sentence starters from act one of the original broadway cast recording of anaïs mitchell’s hadestown. feel free to change pronouns, accents, phrasing, etc.

❛ maybe it’ll turn out this time. ❜

❛ come on in from the cold. ❜

❛ ain’t nobody gonna stick around. ❜

❛ people turn on you just like the wind. ❜

❛ everybody is a fair weather friend. ❜

❛ in the end, you’re better off alone. ❜

❛ don’t come on too strong. ❜

❛ come home with me. ❜

❛ who are you? ❜

❛ is he always like this? ❜

❛ i’ve met too many men like you. ❜

❛ what else you got? ❜

❛ you wanna take me home? ❜

❛ you’re late again. ❜

❛ if you ain’t six feet underground, you’re living it up on top. ❜

❛ you take what you can get, and you make the most of it. ❜

❛ if no one takes too much, there will always be enough. ❜

❛ i was alone so long, i didn’t even know that i was lonely. ❜

❛ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own. ❜

❛ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now i wanna hold you, too. ❜

❛ for a moment i forget just how dark and cold it gets. ❜

❛ i don’t know how or why or who i am that i should get to hold you. ❜

❛ i knew you before we met, and i didn’t even know you yet. ❜

❛ all i know is you’re someone i have always known. ❜

❛ say that you’ll hold me forever. ❜

❛ i’m gonna hold you forever. ❜

❛ it will always be like this. ❜

❛ you’re early. ❜

❛ i missed you. ❜

❛ it ain’t right and it ain’t natural. ❜

❛ you were gone so long. ❜

❛ what have you become? ❜

❛ everything i do, i do it for the love of you. ❜

❛ if you don’t even want my love i’ll give it to someone who does. ❜

❛ cat got your tongue? ❜

❛ i wanna lie down forever. ❜

❛ wasn’t it gonna be the two of us? ❜

❛ my heart is yours. ❜

❛ wait for me. ❜

❛ if all you’ve got is your own two legs, just be glad you’ve got them. ❜

❛ where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ why are you all alone? ❜

❛ who do you think you are? ❜

#prompts.

songsdreamt

‘ did i disappoint you? ’ @mycomaid

something turns in percy's stomach at her friend's question. she can't tell if it's sadness that annette thinks that, or anxiety at the thought that she might've done something to prompt this worry. "no, of course not. of course not." shaking hands cup nettie's face as percy shakes her head insistently. "acorn, you could never disappoint me. this—" being kidnapped by orin, being replaced, she means all of it "—it wasn't your fault. she could've easily picked anyone to grab. i'm sorry that it was you. i'm just glad you're safe now."

mycomaid

despite percy's insistence, annette cannot help feeling as though she ought to have been more clever, or put up enough of a fight that someone heard, or something. anything. instead she had laid there, paralyzed, incapable of anything but smelling the sewers mixed with death & listening to the whispered threats of bhaal cultists. her body still feels numb, though not quite to the extent of when she was first rescued. her fingers can't quite move yet, & her speech is fumbled & slurred, but she can mostly walk on her own. "she didn' pick anyone, though. w's me. they ... they said it w's. 'cause nobody'd notice." the tears well up in her eyes. "i'd be easy t'kill. cull th'heard, they said." she hasn't enough energy to shake percy's hands away. "m'weak."

#songsdreamt #act iii.

mcflymemes

PROMPTS FROM PRACTICAL MAGIC * assorted dialogue from the 1998 film, adjust as necessary

sometimes i feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn.

be careful what you wish for.

wish you could believe in me.

we have to banish him.

he wants me. just me.

what was that, [name]?

you know what? i wished for you, too.

let him take me.

the nudity is entirely optional.

it wasn't me, it was you.

we'll grow old together.

can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart?

i think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.

don't die on me, [name], please.

i bet we even die on the same day.

of course you're going to see me again.

hang on to your husbands, girls.

what wouldn't i do... for the right guy?

i have this dream of being whole, of not going to sleep each night, wanting.

i took an oath to uphold the law.

life is perfect.

don't do that.

i'd like to think so.

i have never asked you for anything.

i feel like i'm never going to see you again.

what are you doing?

i came here to bring in the bad guy because generally that's what i do.

sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, i dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

i just want someone to love me.

i want to be seen.

please do this for me. please?

hold on just a goddamn second. one step at a time.

that's how you came to live with us.

everything is just so blissfully normal.

i wish you could see us.

they like to meddle in people's love lives.

thought you never wanted to fall in love.

you're saying what i'm feeling is just one of your spells?

fall in love whenever you can.

when you find yourself the center of attention... it's not that they hate you. it's that... well. we're different.

you have the worst taste in men.

i was born with them.

since when is being a slut a crime in this family?

you ever put your arms out and spin really, really fast?

maybe i had my happiness.

you promised me that.

so what kind of... uh... craft do you do.

yeah. it's not real.

curses only have power when you believe them. and i don't.

all i want is a normal life.

that's the point.

yeah, well, you know. all relationships have problems.

that's what love is like. it makes your heart race. it turns the world upside down.

when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue?

well... it's what i want.

now that was me.

i don't want them dancing naked under the full moon.

the guy i dreamed of doesn't exist.

is that why they wanted to hang her? because she's a witch?

i don't even mind the beard.

there's a little witch in all of us.

what was that?

i'll tell you all you need to know.

one step at a time.

you think he's dead?

is he cute?

you came for breakfast? we're having pancakes!

what's wrong? cat got your tongue?

someday you'll explain this all to me.

#prompts.

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(a study of fresh eyes, fresh horrors, discovery of one's self while losing that very thing, family both found & lost, the flee of a deer, the darkness just below a bright creek, forging destinies, & bad men.)

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PROMPTS FOR CARRYING/BEING CARRIED * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

all right! up you get!

i'm going to carry you, of course.

stop squirming! i'm losing my grip on you!

you're safe in my arms.

can you walk on it?

maybe i need to carry you there.

i don't want to be carried.

no! i can walk just fine by myself!

you're a lot lighter than i expected.

falling asleep in my arms, are we?

how long was i out?

have you been carrying me this whole time?

i don't remember being picked up.

this was your master plan all along, wasn't it.

have i been sleeping this whole time?

no! put me down!

can you at least be a bit more gentle when you lift me?

i could get used to this.

if you need a break, you can set me down.

you pretended to twist your ankle just so i would carry you.

i didn't ask you to carry me.

you're quite handsome at this angle.

if i'm not careful, you'll ask to be carried everywhere.

are you comfortable like this? i can switch arms.

could you put me down?

ow! that hurts when you move like that!

you can put me down right here.

just lay me down over there.

please don't tell anybody you did this.

if they find out i let someone carry me, i'm dead.

well, this is a bit awkward.

you're very warm, you know.

you smell nice.

you can go to sleep if you'd like. it's okay.

let me get you somewhere safe.

oh no. i'm not climbing on your back.

just stay quiet. i've got you.

you look rather beautiful all curled up in my arms.

i don't think i can walk that far.

we will never speak of this arrangement again.

just tell them i hurt my leg.

stop smiling down at me!

apparently my shoulder makes for a good pillow.

would you do me a favor and pick me up?

i'm not sure i can walk all the way.

i appreciate you helping me out in this way.

stop smirking at me. i see you.

no, i don't like this! i'm humiliated!

i won't let anything happen to you here.

do you do this often? twist your ankle just to make someone else carry you?

how about a piggyback ride?

#prompts.

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