decay

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memovouloir replied to your post:

am i cute

      Absolutely!

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      “I’m gonna kiss every cute, single person who wants a smooch don’t test me! I’ve got the power of God and Indiana Jones on my side!”

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candykraken replied to your post:

“Oh! I do!!!”

      “Nice.”

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      “So who wants to make out before the next inevitable apocalyptic occurrence?”

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      “It’s such a shame Tharja never had the globes to actually fight me--! She would have made a great welcome mat.”

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starshell:

Taps on the microphone. “Just wanna say that I, Prompto Argentum, have the biggest crush on Keith Kogane. Thanks for listening!”

      “Congratulations!”            Aradia you don’t even go here anymore.

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Abridged City Destruction Timeline:

Affected Sectors:

Sector One

A rift opened in the middle of the sector, releasing the pariah from the underground. A magical storm was cast above the sector, rendering most of it obscure. Raw destruction, tremors and fires and lightning. Culprit: Nightmare Knight

Sector Five

The Condesce used her psyonic blasts to topple a populated shopping center to the ground, wrecking the buildings around it and causing heavy casualties, watching as that mayhem ensued. Culprit: The Condesce

Sector Four 

A series of explosives and special effects were detonated, crumbling several buildings in Sector Four. The people affected assumed Nightmare Knight is to blame, and have begun to form a rioting crowd. Culprit: “Nightmare Knight”              (Instigator currently unknown)

Sector Two

One of the drills smashed into a toxic waste line, sending sludge into District Beta. Above in Sector Two, the vent systems have been deactivated, and toxic fumes are accumulating within the area. A card was left as a symbol of cult activity. Culprit: Unknown

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To: all contacts From: aradia!

[txt] fair warning [txt] if anyone gets any bright ideas about sector three [txt] i will rip you limb from limb in a half second that will feel like an eternity [txt] then i will reverse it and do it again [txt] so please do consider what you may be planning carefully! [txt] ;)

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creatageneticist: 

–「 So people really do disappear. You kind of figured, when the contacts you meant to message disappeared from your phone. Not that you’ve been particularly stellar at messaging people, or staying connected. But knowing that she’s been going through this, you feel like a real fucking asshole. She doesn’t seem too upset with you, though. Maybe there really haven’t been a whole lot of leader duties to slack off on. 」

“YEAH. I NOTICED HOW THAT HAPPENS. ONE DAY I WENT TO TEXT JOHN, AND HIS CONTACT WAS JUST GONE. NEPETA TOO. BUT? NOW THERE’S A NEW ONE, AND HE’S A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM THE LAST. HE’S PROBABLY FROM A DIFFERENT TIMELINE, BUT WHO KNOWS.  … HOW DO THE SCIENTISTS EVEN FUCKING DETERMINE WHICH VERSIONS OF US TO PICK, ANYWAY? DO THEY JUST POP IN A FUCKING COIN AND ONE OF US POP OUT ONTO THAT LAB TABLE LIKE SOME SORT OF MORBID CHARACTER ROULETTE? OR IS THERE A PURPOSE TO IT?” 

      If there’s anything you have learned in your time in the city and your time with your friends, it’s that there’s no point in showing how much anything affects you. Everyone will expect that you have moved on sooner rather than later, not understanding that when one tends to remember things the way you do, letting things go isn’t so simple. Moments can be stretched into small eternities in the same way weeks and months can be bypassed by your cognition in a blink.            It’s easier, in the long run to just pretend. 

          “It’s likely. Terezi...” Well, no-- you probably shouldn’t tell him that; not without making sure it’s okay. “...she has a lot more personal experience with it than I do. She’s been here longer. It should probably be her you ask about any possible motivations the scientists might have. I cannot say I am interested in their reasoning, so much as I am the trouble they cause.” 

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      Sometimes... you really hate how people in this city can’t just let certain subjects die. 

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🌀

One Word Writing PromptsSend me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either aheadcanon, drabble, or starter.

Send 🌀 for a random number instead. || 49. — shake

      Sometimes, on the rare occasions you sleep, you wake clutching a wound that is no longer there, though the raised evidence of its existence remains. You usually press against it, as if worried it will tear open any moment, before reaching for your phone, scrolling for a contact number you will not find.          Your hands always begin to tremble partway down the list.           By the time you hit K-A-M you are a tremor made flesh, the epicenter of it the scar you can almost feel cracking apart. You are no more flesh and bone than you are universal tectonics, the very reality of you shifting, cracking, shuddering until you finally settle, worn and quivering; aftershocks as you clutch at yourself and hope this won’t be the time you fall apart.

          You can still feel steel in your core when you are stable enough to move, and you wish you could dig out the phantom ore like you excavate the memories of civilizations.          Instead you get to your feet and force yourself to carry on as if nothing inside you is milliseconds away from inciting a cataclysm. 

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10. — nostalgia

One Word Writing PromptsSend me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either aheadcanon, drabble, or starter.

10. — nostalgia

      Dust and cobwebs, dirt and grime; like old friends, recollections of days gone by. Your own, certainly, but this city’s as well. The wall here are cryptic, unreadable by even those who reside here and yet you know that should not be.           Even trolls are capable of reading their ancient languages, if a bit shoddily, in some cases.           Debris rains down on you as you pull free a bit of stone, the indentations worn well beyond recognition. Fingers splay over it, the face of a clock appearing beneath your fingers. From it more sprout, an intricate network of gears shaped like time, that carefully wind with the spin of your wrist. They stop moments before the words might become legible, and you hiss in contention, displeased, let the stone slide from your hands and back into place, undisturbed as it was before you set foot in this place. 

          You bend, mark a corner with your symbol, a faint engraving in between the stones. Straightening, you dust yourself off, and give the ceiling overhead a careful nudge, setting it to a point where it is not so near collapse.           One day, you will investigate why you cannot rewind it all past that point; but that day is not today, and more pressing duties require your attention. 

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24 (one word prompt)

One Word Writing PromptsSend me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either aheadcanon, drabble, or starter.

24. —agony

      Eternal sleep might have been a preferable alternative. Your death lasts no longer than it needs to, but to this body that has felt nothing but the chill darkness of Derse’s core for the entirety of its existence, it is an eon. A merciless age of searing pain and blinding light. Viridescent embers incur in flickers upon the edges of your closed eyes, a gleaming invasion to senses that cannot truly perceive them.           You do not have long enough to scream, long enough to react. There is simply pain, then nothing, then--           (Sorrow, farewell, tears another body cannot shed.)

          --you live and you thrive and despite Paradox Space’s best efforts, you survive.           But you still remember the agony of that final death, so unlike the ones that came before, even as you watch that same verdigris overtake an entire reality and begin to tear it all to shreds.

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one word prompt - 35.

One Word Writing PromptsSend me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either aheadcanon, drabble, or starter.

35. — unforeseen

Twelve-hundred twenty-three; Iteration failure. Cause: insufficient pause between meetings of Light and Mind. Suggestion: occupy Mind elsewhere. System reconverging on main Timeline. Arrival at Battlefield imminent. Information will be uploaded to temporal cloud. Engaging combat mode. Battlefield in three... two... one-- |

          A rush of data rolls across Alpha Aradiabot’s internal banks, constantly updating via the temporal cloud through which all her iterations are connected. Flickering her attention to the Crosbytop, she considers pestering Terezi, but instead sets her sights on Karkat instead.           He will be far easier to utilize as a distraction instead of trying to engage her directly. 

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‘ birth is a curse and existence is a prison. ’

✰   —  —  —  THE GOOD PLACE SENTENCE STARTERS

      “Death and undeath are not much better, so really you should just comfort yourself with the fact that at least alive you can enjoy making out and chocolate and call it even!”

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‘ send nude pics of your heart to me. ’

✰   —  —  —  THE GOOD PLACE SENTENCE STARTERS

      You think this might be the appropriate juncture at which you should attempt one of these ‘memes’ which Dave and the humans in this city are so fond of. 

To: ???From: AA

[txt] new phone[txt] who dis?

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“ this is bullshit, i have rights. ”

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW SERIES sentence starters !

      “Oh, oh, I know this one!” Delightedly, her laws halt their exploration of his rib cage, a piece of flesh held taut between index and thumb, in the middle of peeling it from the bone. She flicks the fingers of the other hand, begins counting on her thumb.           “You have the right to remain silent!” Index finger. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!” Middle finger. “You have the right to speak to an attorney! If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you!”           Here, she leans in, fingers loosening into a loose splay, one hand gripping the end of a rib, the other pressing messily into his intestines. 

          “Maybe you should consider that one for a second! Should we call Terezi? I am certain she would enjoy trying to defend you, even if you are inexcusable trash! I mean, I am no Honorable Tyranny, but I am certain I know at least enough about Alternian Standard Law to muddle my way through!” A cheery giggle and she sits up properly, sluicing gore from her fingers with a flick of her wrist, reaching for her phone. “Just say the word, Kumagawa, and we will get these legal proceedings underway!”