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I just want to talk none stop about my characters and i always think about the rp verse and expanding it with ocs and adding more, changing timelines, doing things but I'm in my flop era. ANYWAYS. If anyone see this and is interested, I have a discord for where is talked about the main RP, the og story the au, so if anyone would like to join 🥹 this is a long shot i know lol. I just miss talking about it and maybe writing about it too
stake-out mission prompts.
basically i watched tfatws and now i'm. yeah. i'm here with a list of prompts you can use for threads including but not exclusively limited to, stake-out missions!! get your energy drinks and surprisingly deep conversations ready!
" did you bring snacks? "
" why would i bring snacks? "
" i brought snacks. "
" you're cold. here, take my jacket. it's a long night without going hypothermic and making it longer... "
" make sure your camera doesn't have the flash on. "
" any chatter on the radios? "
" here. i'll take the first shift. you get some sleep, i'll wake you. "
" if we're gonna be stuck in the car all night, might as well listen to some good music. "
" hey, hey... check it out. they're on the move. "
" should we follow them? "
" wait a minute. where did they go?! "
" what are they up to... "
" who said saving the world would be dull? sitting in a rental for twelve hours, watching people carry boxes... doesn't get better than this. "
" sorry, i fell asleep. what did i miss? "
" i know i'm late. figured i'd make us some coffee, keep us awake for the night. "
" this was a solid waste of time... "
" shit! we've been spotted! "
" mcdonalds is two minutes away. what could possibly happen here in four minutes that hasn't happened in the last six hours? "
" it's crazy. they don't even look dangerous from here... "
" god, bad guys are boring... "
" if we could just go inside for a closer look... "
" any sign of our guy/gal? "
" damn. we should've brought scrabble or jenga or something. "
" are you seriously on tinder right now? too busy swiping to keep an eye on the suspect... "
" talk to me. i'm falling asleep over here... "
" look. if we're gonna be partners, we might as well use this time to get to know each other. "
" hey. if you need to go for a walk, i'll stay here. the fresh air might wake you up a little. "
" pass me those binoculars a second... "
" we can't leave the car running. means we have no heating... take my jacket. come on, don't be stubborn, here. "
" shit, they're on their way over to us... "
" come on. they're gone now. we might as well get back home, get some sleep... "
" we're not even driving, i'm not keeping my seatbelt on! "
" god, your taste in music is terrible. "
" tell me something about yourself. if nothing else happens tonight, at least we can get to know each other a little better. "
"I won't let them hurt you" (ivan to aggie)
Hurt Meme for @colinfvrrell status: still accepting!
IT is the third (or fourth?) time the man named Ivan has told her this — first when he had rescued her, second when she had suffered her first nightmare and then once out of the blue — like today. If anything Aggie is confused. She might have suffered at the hands of COSIMA but if the man didn’t intend to protect her from the people in The Garden then why save her in the first place?
────────── is there a hidden meaning in his constant need to assure her that he will do her no harm?
For a moment Aggie just looks to him, shoulders slightly slumped, head dropped. They’d been eating breakfast like they always did (she thought today was going to go like it always did) but his sudden assurance has given her a small spurt of courage.
“I made a list,” she blurts out suddenly, eyes focusing on the grains of the wood. “Of rules — of things you’re… you’re not allowed to do.” Nervous twelve year old eyes shift up briefly to study his face (cool, calm, collected — if not a little… amused?) and she takes that as a sign for her to continue. Small hands pull out a folded sheet of paper and Aggie unfolds it, smoothing out the edges against the side of the table.
“Rule number one,” Aggie starts in a small voice. “You can’t study me.” The young girl tries to sound confident, in charge, but she can’t help but glance to the man sitting across from her at the table to see how he will react. He seems thoughtful and then finally nods.
She clears her throat. “Rule number two, you can’t go into my room.” She knows that technically it isn’t her room at all, but she has grown protective of the space. Of having something that is hers. It’s larger than her cell back in The Garden (not a hard feat in the slightest) and she loves it.
Ivan, again, seems accepting of this ultimatum.
“And… and rule number three.” Agatha tries to look as nonchalant as possible, tries not to show that the words she is going to say next scare her. “You don’t let them hurt me.” Her stomach wants to somersault just with the thought of having to return to The Garden Facilities — to her small cell and constant poking and prodding from the doctors. To the pain so intense and engulfing that it was the only thing she felt for a w e e k.
The man across from her sits in silence, so long that Aggie can feel her confidence and resolve wither with each passing second. But then he shifts forward, holding out a hand towards her sheet of paper. She pauses briefly before handing it to him, returning her hands to her lap, fingers pulling at each other.
“Your handwriting’s getting better.”
Her gaze snaps up to where he’s standing in front of the refrigerator, her list of rules now placed on the front of the freezer door. “I think this is something I can follow,” he says, nodding. “Okay?”
Aggie smiles. “Okay.”
i don’t want to be here if you’re not.
Ivan stopped in his tracks, the sound of her voice was something that would always pull him back from the brink even against his will at times— as if he didn’t have a choice to make here. But he did and it was going to be the WRONG one. It could be felt deep in his bones, that if he walked away that she wouldn’t be there when he came back.
Except there wasn’t another choice in the matter, if they stayed together then he would only bring the hunters down on them sooner rather than later as he ducked his chin to turn around slowly but kept his distance. “You need stay here.” There was no where safe in this world for the likes of any of them, especially Olga as he gazed upon her with more softness than he knew that he possessed. His wife. His world. And their unborn child.
“If I leave, then I will be able to find them faster than if we go together.” Because stayed meant that he was waiting for the day when they would be ambushed on all sides, a move that he could feel crawling beneath his skin with every waking thought. And the nightmares too. He kept waking up in cold sweats, the nightmares so real that he swallowed down the scream in his lungs when he looked to his side and saw Olga lying there, asleep and alive.
A way that he needed her to stay with every fiber of his being as he took the necessary steps to close the distance between them despite the coldness that fell off her at his final decision. “If I stay, then they will come for us and I cannot be sure that I will be able to protect us all. But I leave, then I will hunt them down and they will never be able to touch either one of you.” A flimsy belief like a candle in the midst of a windstorm that didn’t stand a chance against the forces at work, but Ivan would do anything for his family.
He moved a step closer, breathing her in until his hands clasped either side of her cheeks even when he could see her trying to keep from allowing him this leave from their home. Another temporary one. Another that they would soon leave behind in search of another place, a safer one, where they could have their child and be together for the rest of their lives. “I will be here, in spirit and in part with our child,” he reminded her as one hand slipped from her face to rest gently against her growing stomach. “There is no where in the world that you will go and I will not be there with you.”
Another promise. One that he would keep with the last breath in his lungs, even if he couldn’t see the path clearly enough to grant them such a future together. “You’re not losing me, my love.” But he needed to leave if they were going to survive this.
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?"
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
"i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
❛ Please, don’t go. ❜
status. answered | accepting word count. 249 words prompt by. @katesqecko characters. teressa silva ft. calliope vega timestamp. after callie is kicked out of the garden | given a 2nd chance by cosima
Tess stopped by the door, hand gripped the handle a little tighter than humanly possible. Cosima’s words resonating in her head. You will go, you’ll make sure she’s keep her end of the bargain -- and in exchange I won’t take her from you.
Cosima had not once mentioned that she knew about their affair but the implications were there. And Teressa was smart enough to know that whether or not she could bring back the dead, if Callie were to die; Tess would not be allowed to bring her back. And the thought alone terrified her to no end.
❛ Please, Don’t go. ❜ Calliope’s voice stopped her from swinging the door open. But she could not turn back, it didn’t matter how much she wanted to. To turn and embrace the other girl, Tess knew it would only be worse for both of them if she stayed with Calliope.
She came, made sure Callie kept doing what was needed of her - now it was her turn to go back to the Garden. “Please, Tess — ” Calliope’s voice broke and it was almost enough to make her turn around. Her girlfriend was never one to show weakness.
But she couldn’t give in now — their lives depended on it. And as much as it pained her, she repeated the same words from mere minutes ago. “It’s over, Vega. Just let it go — let me go.” And waited no answered as she finally swung the door open and left.
❛ Whose blood is that. ❜
status. answered | accepting word count. 509 words prompt by. @norkiewrites characters. noah ft. agatha barlow timestamp. right after the pulse is activated | before mal shoots aggie
“Noah, stop!” Alexis said, taking a step back only to find their back hitting the railing of the bridge. They took a look behind themselves and saw a long way down towards the river. The fall would kill them - again. Though there was a chance that it wouldn’t and at this time it was one they were willing to take. The clone took a step closer, blade in hand as his arm raised high and swung at who he’d come to call a friend. “Noah… Jake, please.” Alexis pleaded, their arms coming up to protect themselves from the blade, the moment it made contact with their skin - blood splashing everywhere.
“Noah!”
The clone came out of the trance he currently found himself in, trying to blink away the spots from his eyes. He tried to stand up only to slip and fall back down. Where am I? He questioned, not able to find his voice just yet.
“--is that…?” The girl's voice captured his attention once more and he looked up to find her standing a few feet away. Arms wrapped around her middle, in a shy yet defensive manner. He couldn’t seem to find his voice nor comprehend what was happening. His head, feeling like it was spinning all he could do was look around and try to scratch at a piece of his mind that could tell him what was going on.
But nothing came to him. Nothing except for —
“Come on, Jake. Don’t be a wuss.” His friend’s voice echoed through the hallway of her house before she took running, and he started going after her. “Wait up!” He had said, feeling almost out of breath as soon as he began running. Jake had always been a sick child after all. And only after a few steps, he found himself doubling over - hands resting against the floor as he tried to catch his breath. Feeling like he might pass out any minute now when --
“Are you okay…?” Alexis asked, they were a couple years older than him, but never once treated him as less. In fact always making sure he was alright and spending time with him when the other kids wouldn’t. They were like the older sibling he never had. “Don’t mind them too much. They’re just dumb kids.” They said and all he could do was nod while still trying to catch his breath.
“Noah…” Agathat’s voice once again cut through the fog on his mind. He made a poor attempt to not drift to whatever the hell that was. But Agatha now seemed to be three people instead of one— maybe I’m dreaming. He wondered but the thought left as soon as it came when asked him, once again. ❛— whose blood is that? ❜ His eyes drifted to his hand, blood-soaked still holding the blade on it.
They took a step back towards the vast empty as Noah took one forward, not being able to control his actions.
Whose blood is that? Echoed Aggie’s words and this time he knew the answer. “Alexis.”
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
** misc angst sentence starters.
“ come back. come back to me. ”
“ it was real for me. ”
“ i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ”
“ flowers grow back even after the harshest of winters. you will too. ”
“ i won’t leave you here ! ”
“ we’re in this together. ”
“ i don’t need your help. not anymore. ”
“ you left me to die ! ”
“ what if i never fall in love again ? ”
“ we can’t keep doing this. ”
“ when were you going to tell me about this ? ”
“ you need to stay with me ! don’t close your eyes okay ? ”
“ my duty must come before everything else. you knew this. ”
“ stay away from me ! i don’t want to see you again ! ”
“ there’s nothing you can do that will fix this. ”
“ sometimes it feels like the world is crumbling beneath my feet. ”
“ now is not the time for goodbyes. now is the time to fight. ”
“ trust no one. not even me. you understand ? ”
“ i’m fine. i can walk on my own. ”
“ please, just look at me. ”
“ you and i are no heroes. ”
“ you think you can just waltz back in here and pretend everything is okay ? ”
“ those are the words of a coward ! ”
“ you can’t save everyone. ”
“ you’re better off without me. ”
“ i trusted you ! ”
“ you deserve more than i can give you. ”
“ please, don’t hurt me again. ”
“ you would never understand the pain you put me through. ”
“ did you ever love me ? or were those just words you said ? ”
“ haven’t you done enough today ? ”
𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 \ sentence starter pack, i. feel free to change wording \ pronouns as you see fit.
don’t go.
please, don’t go.
it hurts.
this hurts.
we can’t be friends.
you shouldn’t be here.
stay here with me.
it doesn’t feel like you care.
i can’t feel your heart.
i’m so alone.
i need you here, with me.
there’s nothing left.
we’re up in flames, the both of us.
it all comes crashing down.
i don’t know what to do.
you won’t go with me?
why don’t you stay here?
i’m going alone.
my heart’s broken.
they broke your heart.
where did this come from?
how did you get this scar?
who is {name}?
what are you saying?
i shouldn’t have come here.
it’s like we’ve become strangers.
who hurt you?
who did this to you?
please, don’t ignore me.
please, say something.
is there something i should know?
i’m not leaving you here.
you can’t do this to me.
after all that we’ve been through…
there’s something you need to know.
❛ Trust me. You’re safe here. ❜
status. answered word count. 964 words prompt by. @rornanov characters. elta jacobs ft. ivan kozak timestamp. after mal is cloned / before ivan finds him
There were some clattering noises that brought her back to reality. Elta eyes flew open in an instant, it took her ten seconds to realize she was not in her house nor some place she recognized another five to realize there was an immense pain shooting through her body. She didn’t remember getting here and as a matter of fact – she doesn’t remember what happened for her to end up in some unknown place with her body aching as if she had been thrown off a building.
Ignoring the way her body ached, Elta sat up. Inspecting further the room she found herself in, it was in fact a bedroom, though well furnished it seemed like someone had used it in a while. There were big windows where walls should be and the view behind it were trees and trees and more trees. Something you rarely saw in the forsaken place they all lived. This was one of two places – either somewhere on The Garden. (Which she doubted by the way she was not bound by the hands and ankles like the last time she’d been there) or somewhere deep within the forbidden woods at the end of the city.
Deciding not to care about either one she decided to finally stand up and leave. Her body ached every time she moved but Elta was sure if she laid back down she would pass out and the last thing she needed was to be unconscious (again) in a stranger’s place. There was the noise of some things being arranged - something making too much noise in the distance and she gravitated towards it. The door to the room she previously found herself in now opening with ease - Not in The Garden then. She simply moved closer to the noise (not the best idea) until she found herself in what seemed to be a kitchen. And there standing were two of the people she despised the most, Atticus and Ivan. Speaking in hushed voices until Atticus realized she was there. Eyes growing wide for a moment as they fell silent.
“Where am I?” Was the only thing she asked, her voice coming out much more quiet than she expected. Realizing now that she was using it, it also hurt to speak. Her mind was still a mess and she was finding it harder and harder to remember what had happened for her to be here of all places.
Atticus seemed like they would say something, their mouth opening and closing a couple of times before they opted for not speaking. This only angered Elta more.
“Where the fuck am I?” She asked again, only to double over in pain and fall to her knees as the ache in her body intensified for a moment. She saw them both moving forward, Atticus looking far more worried than Ivan clearly but they were both in her space within seconds and she simply sat back and scrambled away from them when they tried to help her. “Don’t you fucking touch me and just tell me where –”
❛ Trust me. You’re safe here. ❜ Ivan cut her off, standing further back now. Giving a nonchalant shrug but doing nothing more. Elta scratched at her mind and memories to find something that made any rational sense but couldn’t come up with anything. Nothing but the bombing in the cities. Then the memories came rushing back, flooding her mind and it all seemed as if it was being played out in front of her.
She remembers getting out of the monorail and getting ready to walk home. Dreading it all together now that Mal (or whatever the fuck that clone thing was) would be at her place when she saw him. Ivan was just standing there waiting for something to happen and the shiver that ran down her spine said anything, it was that it was nothing good.
Since she met him the first time and then again when Malacai had ‘introduced’ them to each other, there was something about the other that completely rattle her to the core. Terrified her even. And she knew she was right to be scared when the bomb went off.
Elta had been far away now not to be one of those to die in the moment, but had been badly injured still. She remembers something hitting her with enough force to knock her out and the debris from the place beginning to fall around her. She remembers thinking This is it. Getting to die without ever knowing her daughter, getting to die without telling Mal that she had forgave him a long time ago.
But then there was someone getting her out of there, her body aching back then as she was being carried out and away from the damage at the place. She also remembers hearing the cursing and the now familiar voice saying This is the last good thing I do. And now all she wanted to know what that meant in the first place.
As the clone laid a hand in her shoulder, Elta quickly shook them off. Trying to get back on her feet and out of here as soon as possible. Only to be hit with another wave of whatever her body was going through. She probably was bleeding internally, some organs fucked up in ways beyond reparation but Elta just wanted to be out of here.
“Why did you save me?” She managed to ask before passing out her mind going with the same thought she carried for over twenty years. Please let me die, please let me die. And then there was darkness fully taking over her as Atticus and Ivan took her back to the room she’d been when she had woken up.
𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜?
𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 is a private — selective original scifi multi-muse as haunted by neo. inspired works are/were altered carbon, detroit become human, cyberpunk, total recall, stranger things, and most scifi media you could find. created 2012 / ran as edenshq on 2017 (seven months) / mumu created on 2018 / revamped 2021.
𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴?
