Paraportal For Convos And Quotes

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"THE GOOMBA! SHE TRANSFORMED INTO A GOOMBA AND TOOK MY FUCKING KEYS"

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"No, listen, if me fucking a clone of myself is gay than me masturbating is gay. ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT UNLESS I'M GAY I'M NEVER ALLOWED TO MASTURBATE AGAIN BECAUSE THAT SEEMS REALLY UNFAIR."

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"This is dumb." "..." "This is DUMB, Richard!"

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He was ready to give up. Jeffery had been searching the dark, sludgy bog all night with no sign of Angela. 'Where is she? She said if anything happened to come here, but where is she?' That's when saw it. A faint glitter in the black water under the moonlight. She was over there, lying motionlessly. "Angie? Angie!" Jeffery raced over to her body as fast as the sticky mud would let him and he pulled Angela from the water and held her body in a tight embrace. "Oh god, oh no-", he couldn't hear another heart but his own pounding one and he let out a cry in grief. "Angela, not you too... I-I can't lose you too. Not like this-"

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Charlie: “I wanna go back home.”

Teddie: “Okay, we can go back home. Just give me a moment to turn around, then we can be on our way.”

Charlie: “No…” a sniffle, “I wanna go back to when I was nine, and I still had my parents and none of this ever happened. I just can’t do this anymore. I feel sick. I feel it in my bones, in my nerves. I feel it in my brain, in my stomach. A nostalgia for a childhood I never had. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to be me anymore.”

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Jodi: Do you promise not to tell? Ted: Yes, I swear on a stack of Bibles Jodi: You’re an atheist Ted: Meme Bibles

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Erin: your friend is intimidating. He looks like he could squish me as easily as an ant

Jill: ants can squish you? You don't seem *that* fragile

Erin: well yeah I do feel like that quite often. But actually I meant that-

Jill: ants are pretty strong you know. If they were as tall as humans...

Erin: don't make me imagine a human-sized ant please

Jill: I'm just saying, they *could* squish you quite easily

Erin: ...

Jill: ...

Erin: ...

Jill: I'm a better fighter than him by the way

[madd-information]

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You said you two were attacked by wolves. But there are no wild wolves left around here. So unless you stumbled onto a pop-up nature reserve, would you mind telling me the truth now?

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“We have to go separately. It’s our best chance of making it.”

Emmy was shaking with cold. He glared up at Mehdi through his nervous bouncing snakes of hair. “It doesn’t feel right to abandon each other like that.”

“Will it feel right when we all get caught? As a team?” Mehdi stood strong, stared back. Confidently, in the right.

Tanner silently hoped they’d decide to stick together anyway, just to be the fastest runner in a failed group.

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Vincent easily shrugs away from the contact and gives Tobias a hard shove.

“I can do it.”

“I know you can do it, Vincent, I was just trying to help.”

“Well I don’t need your help.”

Tobias sighs.

“Everyone needs help, Vincent. Life sucks, man, and you can’t do it alone. Everybody has people. A network, a safety web, a team for support, to help them when they fall or knock ‘em down when they need it. Everyone has people they rely on, some have more than others, some have one or two. But no one does it alone.”

“That sounds like the shit they spew in the Colonies.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe it to some degree, even out here in the Free Lands, people have banded together in the Burbs and gangs… even you.”

“And what about you Tobi? Where’s your 'safety net’? Held up behind some walls if I remember correctly.”

- Behind These Walls

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He hesitates a moment before he releases a heavy sigh and gives himself over. Morrighan smiles, self-satisfied. She’s still not used to this, used to a man succumbing to her of his own free will, without the manipulation or using her sexual poweress. Though she still feels there’s something there, some kind of connection. She notices the way he looks at her, sometimes stolen glances, sometimes unabashed. He admires her, that much she can tell, yet he’s made no move or shown any desire to become physically intimate with her but she’s in no hurry to change this. Not that she doesn’t find him desirable, or wonder what it might be like, but this is all so strange and new… and authentic, unlike her other lovers, whom she used as an endgame or they her. She runs her hands down his muscled back. Those lovers are of the past, where they should stay. Right now, she needs to stay focused on what’s before her.

As she runs her hands along his back, she alternate between gentle caresses and pressing touches, half kneading the hard muscle and half exploring, memorizing the feel of him, warm and solid beneath her touch. He’s become visibly relaxed, shoulders no longer pulled tight or muscles taught. She smiles to herself, proud of her handiwork as she expands her rubbing outward to his sides. He leans into it, a sigh of content escaping his lips. He’s complete putty in her hands like this, she finds a strange responsibility in it, something to bear with pride. She draws her hands back up and over his shoulders. She repositions herself before guiding him backwards, one hand moves up his neck to his chin. She pulls back until his head is resting in her lap and he’s looking up at her. Her other hand draws idle patterns across his chest.

“Don Dorcha, do you believe you can do this?”

“Yes.” He speaks just above whisper, as though it’s a secret oath between just the two of them.

“Do you believe you can defeat the Lord of the Dance, and take what is rightfully yours?”

“I know I can.”

“So then you’ll succeed in this.”

“As long as I have you.” He says, intertwining his fingers with the hand that’d come to a rest in the dip of his collar bone.

“Charmer, you.”

- Donn x Morrighan, early draft of The Book of Donn

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“I’ve seemed to have captured your interest.” She says, breathless from exertion as she stills. He smiles, the notion somehow making him that much more striking.

“I believe we share similar interests, Temptress.”

- Donn and Morrigan, early draft of The Book of Donn (also, they were dancing… don’t get dirty ideas XD)

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(getting dressed for a fancy party) 

Mackenzie: I don’t really think I look good in dresses. What do you guys think? 

Teb: I think you look adorable sweetie. 

Mackenzie: Mom, you’re blind. 

Teb: Exactly ^.^ 

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Don Dorcha sits with a groan, his voice hoarse from yelling commands at his troupe all day.

“They’ll get the hang of it. Just give them some time.” Morrighan hums as she rummages through her cabinets until she finds her vile of lavender.

“Time is something we don’t have much of.” He grumbles, scratchy voice making him sound more grumpy.

Morrighan settles in behind him. Opening the vile, she allows a few drops of lavender to fall out before rubbing her palms together, warming the liquid. She then places her palms flat against the bare skin of his broad shoulders and begins to message it in.

“You’re too tense,” she comments, focusing her attention on the tight knot of muscle just below his neck. “Half the warfare is in the head, you know. You’ll wear yourself out at this rate. If you’re too busy worrying about everything, you can only give half your focus, half your attention. Your Warriors need you to give them your all; once you give them your all, they’ll give you their all in turn.”

Even from behind she can see the gentle grinding motion of his jaw as he mulls her words over. She softly tsks.

“You’re thinking,” she chides, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “just relax. Close your eyes, slow your breathing, and lean into me.”

- Donn and Morrighan, early draft of The Book of Donn sorry idk how to write plain dialogue, my daydreams are always narrated like a book

[maladaptively]

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[astralmadd]

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