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⁰⁰ .ㆍ ⠀꒰⠀. ꔫ⠀하나 ꒱.⠀ ⠀RAB2BIT⠀⠀⠀⠀;⠀⠀⠀⠀AN INDIE SINGLE - MUSE WRITING & . STUDY BLOG FT. HANA SONG, aka D.VA OF THE OVERWATCH FRANCHISE ; TREATED ESSENTIALLY AS AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER.⠀⠀─ 𖧧 .ㆍ⠀⠀PENNED BY DAPHNE, SHE / THEY, TWENTY3. PLEASE READ ALL RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING.
SEARCH BAR ꜝ! ⌕ ; CARRD. CALLS. PROMPTS. VISAGE. STUDY. MUSINGS. WRITING. UPDATES.
ㅤ* ily h.ana s.ong save me h.ana s.ong
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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ( a collection of dialogue prompts originating from alice in wonderland 2010. adjust as desired. )
you have finally lost your senses.
this venture is impossible.
the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.
that kind of thinking could ruin you.
the nightmare, again?
do you think i've gone around the bend?
you're mad. bonkers, off your head.
if you get frightened, you can always wake up.
doubt they'll notice if we never arrive.
who's to say what is proper?
to me, a corset is like a codfish.
i'm sorry. i'm tired, i didn't sleep well last night.
it's always the same, ever since i can remember.
don't most people have different dreams?
there. you're beautiful.
there. you're beautiful. now, can you manage a smile?
at last. we thought you'd never arrive.
[ name ] is waiting to dance with you.
i hope you don't think i've taken advantage of your misfortunes.
do you ever tire of quadrille?
i think you'll do best to keep your visions to yourself.
i was wondering what it would be like to fly.
[ name ], meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes.
but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me.
everyone went through so much effort to keep it a secret.
i don't know if i want to marry [ name ].
shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden, just you & me?
what an odd thing to say.
i couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.
i think i'm going mad.
i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.
me? but i'm not the one who's sneaking around.
i think i ... i need a moment.
i am not convinced.
how is that for gratitude?
who are you, if i might ask?
the question is, who are you?
what do you mean by that? i ought to know who i am.
wait, this is my dream. i'm going to wake up now & you'll all disappear.
that's odd. pinching usually does the trick.
did you steal them?
it looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws.
well, i'd better have a look.
i'll be fine as soon as i wake up.
what do you call yourself?
all i want to do is wake up from this dream.
i was obliged to kill time until your return.
we simply must commence with the slaying & such.
all this talk of blood & slaying has put me off my tea.
what happened that day was not my fault.
you ran out on them to save your own skin.
what's wrong with you, [ name ]? you used to be the life of the party.
would you like to join us? you're late for tea!
i'm not slaying anything. i don't slay, so put it out of your mind.
wait! you can't leave me here.
you're not the same as you were before.
you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.
it's not a pretty story.
that is not foretold.
i've been told what i must do & who i must be.
i'll decide where it goes from here.
i make the path.
i've come to you, hoping you would understand what it's like.
and who is this lovely creature?
you're too soft.
the trees seem sad... have you been speaking with them?
rest now. you've done well.
is it not better to be feared than loved?
i'm frightened, [ name ]. i don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.
you're entirely bonkers. but i'll tell you a secret; all of the best people are.
that's better, you look like yourself again.
why is it you're always too small or too tall?
i don't take orders from big, clumsy, galumphing—
why haven't you mentioned this?
i believe this belongs to you.
i thought we'd settled this.
i suggest you keep a sword on hand.
it is far better to be feared than loved.
it's against my vows to harm any living creature.
here i am, still in one piece.
i would have regretted not seeing you again.
you know what tomorrow is, don't you?
still believe this is a dream, do you?
this has all come from my own mind.
i'm afraid you're just a figment of my imagination.
you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.
i'll miss you when i wake up.
you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.
when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.
nothing was ever accomplished with tears.
don't go. i need your help, i don't know what to do.
i can't help you if you don't even know who you are.
you're just as dim-witted as the first time you were here.
it wasn't a dream at all ... it was a memory.
the sword knows what it wants. all you have to do is hold onto it.
i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.
it is MY crown! i am the eldest!
sometimes i believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
so, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again.
you are banished. no one is to ever show you kindness.
majesty, i hope you bear me no ill will.
i do not owe you a kindness.
i'll be back again before you know it.
of course i will, how could i forget?
good lord ... are you alright?
i love you, but this is my life. i'll decide what to do with it.
i'll find something useful to do with my life.
shall we speak in my study?
perhaps you'd consider becoming an apprentice.
˖ ⁺ ₍ᐢᐢ₎ : 9:23 am, SOUTH KOREA. ◟ starter call ✽ @388s
“ this is required ? ” it's clear upon every centimeter of hana's tone that exhaustion and reluctance had sunk their grip about her ribs far before she'd been forcibly sat in this cheap, plastic waiting room chair. a normally chipper or at least softened in inherent kindness voice is reduced to something raspy with fading smoke and guarded with denial. sudden ambush, failed mission, only three helicopters cutting through the downpour, ripping out her earpiece to avoid the sting of commander morrison barking orders like he was watching two dogs fight.
snapping back into reality now ( … ) she wondered if they got tokki out of there or if that model is sitting at the bottom of the ocean with a concrete boulder sticking out of the wind shield. instead of dwelling on lost costs and nostalgia, she looks over the supposed social worker assigned to her case with the lense of a childish teenager and funnels all that pent up frustration on a rebellion against authority. “ seriously [ … ] i mean, you seem nice ? but – ” her head tilts, eyebrows furrow, lip pouts, “ i came out with half a concussion and one cut, ” chipping blue fingernails push the length of her bangs to further expose a bandage taped over the curve of her temple as if to prove a point, “ i don't need whatever government sanctioned therapy or life coaching you're trying to shove into my lap. ”
˖ ⁺ ₍ᐢᐢ₎ : ?1:!?3!? pm, WONDERLAND. ◟ “ you're lucky you got away with only a scratch ! ” ✽ @madhere
the trees swirl about the pair in a whimsical and disorienting fashion, each groove turning slowly upon an unseen axis that mirrors the hysterics of the leaves above their bonnets and blades of grass beneath their slippers. hana had grown used to this lackadaisical nonsense, the flowers that bite and the caterpillars that smoke. not near enough to be considered a native inhabitant, but ( … ) to the very point of an urgency pointing arrows wildly upon snatching up the nearest beginnings of something new the moment it is spotted ; this ‘beginnings’ of course being the blonde and blue blur of hiked skirts and manicured but disheveled curls now praising the rabbit with senseful words and torn fabrics in an attempt to cover the streak of red adorning white flank.
“ me ? ” her pink nose twitches with new life as it disfigures into something more human, filling the air with a soft pink glow and swapping the large rabbit into a human figure [ … ] within the blink of lashes and iris, hana is upon her newfound guest with the feather light touch of a mother inspecting for the potentials of cuts and bruises on a problem child. “ you're the lucky one ! those buds don't eat often. everyone knows to avoid the flower fields. ”
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . ( a collection of texting prompts . receiver of the meme is implied to be the sender of the text . )
∗ o1﹕ a text sent late at night . ∗ o2﹕ a text asking for advice . ∗ o3﹕ a text sent out of worry . ∗ o4﹕ a text sent out of excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a text sent out of anger . ∗ o6﹕ a text containing a picture . ∗ o7﹕ a text to get back in touch . ∗ o8﹕ a text saying goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a text containing a confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a cheesy text . ∗ 11﹕ a text sent from across the room . ∗ 12﹕ a text that wasn’t meant for the receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an intoxicated text . ∗ 14﹕ a text sent while half asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a text that was never sent . ∗ 15﹕ a text containing advice . ∗ 16﹕ a flirtatious text . ∗ 17﹕ a text during a breakdown / panic attack . ∗ 18﹕ a threatening text . ∗ 19﹕ a suggestive text . ∗ 2o﹕ a text containing an apology . ∗ 21﹕ a text to a group chat . ∗ 22﹕ a text regarding [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a text containing a pick - up line . ∗ 24﹕ an angry text . ∗ 25﹕ an urgent text . ∗ 26﹕ an affectionate text . ∗ 27﹕ a text after first meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an embarrassing text . ∗ 29﹕ a supportive text . ∗ 3o﹕ a random text .
there is a red wire between them, hanging thick and heavy in the air and serving as a bright contrast to the boring, gray metal of their surroundings ; it's a metaphor lined with the barbs of her impulse and his resistance, the only interesting thing in the room sure to excite you but still able to prick and prod until you're as scratched up as someone who just lost a fight to an alley cat. she's done it before, feigning a whiny, stomach upset headache situation in order to wear down the medics enough to leave her alone in the med bay with notions to sleep off her ails [ … ] all those files laid bare and free for her to peek at.
but this turned out to be a nut she was eager to crack on her own ( … ) that is, if he ever warms up to her hammer.
“ are you suggesting i look through your records ? don't you want to make a good impression, mccree ? ” she likes it, the way it circles her teeth like a swear and sits on her tongue like tobacco when she repeats it ( … ) hana returns to him, peers down the bridge of her nose at the ridges of his metal and the folds of his colors, washes in the presence of smoke that clings to flannel and denim.
though as he continues, words offered to break the whir of machinery, she presses the hat she's been holding hostage in her care down over his head with the gentle force of someone taken off guard by the syllables of her own name coming from the roughened cords of a stranger. she presses, refuses to allow him purchase to contain eye contact as if worried it may affect her composure. “ you're cheating ! ” she pouts, bottom lip jutting forward and freshly painted pink nails leaving him both happily and reluctantly.
filing cabinets click open then closed again, drawers squeal as wood scrapes its way over metal, the papers laid about on tables meeting hana's palms in holy matrimony. “ aren't you in blackwatch ? ” she feels somewhat victorious in guessing what may be the cause of the lack of his name in the scanning of these files [ … ] sure that with a get up and attitude such as his, the rumors of being a gun for hire are more than likely part of the rumors laid bare in accuracy. she spots her own name a few times in these files, but pictures remain yet to be matched. “ you better not have found out anything embarrassing about me. ”
⁺ ₍ᐢᐢ₎ : hana has been passed the aux [ … ] WHAT IS SHE PLAYING ? ꪮ * list 5 - 10 songs, ( … ) tag mutuals to do the same !
⁰¹ pop star ／ coco & clair clair
⁰² sugar on my tongue ／ tyler the creator
⁰³ speed drive ／ charli xcx
⁰⁴ attitude ／ ive
⁰⁵ whiplash ／ aespa
⁰⁶ wannabe ／ itzy
⁰⁷ seoul city ／ jennie
⁰⁸ easy ／ le sserafim
⁰⁹ girls ／ marina
¹⁰ bebe ／ stayc
› FILE REQUESTED BY 🐇＊ @g0spels › FORWARDING TO 🐇＊ @d-eadeye , @wymsical , @embodies ( widow ! ) , @atleur , @mnknt , @junmoone
ㅤ* STARTER CALL -- ♡ this for a 2 - 5 para randomized starter !! ( mumus please specify your muse for the sake of my brain <//3 ) you may request one or more verses from this page as well ! if not specified, it will be default or unspecified !
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which meta first ?
HANA × FAME ㅡ long term effects, public opinion, development
HANA × MEKA ㅡ relationships within the team
HANA × BRANDS ㅡ the sponsors, endorsements, products and merch
daph's button of peeking ♡
she breathes something soft and sweet through her teeth, pouted lips and averted eyes, sweeping over the quiet interior and curious to find a point of interest outside of her newfound cowboy to poke and prod at. everything here was some shade of gray [ … ] the occasional line or arrow of color was able to cut through the monotone for the simple sake of ease of safety and learned codes, but everything else fell into a line of compulsion and inunique military. she steps up into it, leaves him alone to the lack of kind cushioning in their once shared seating in favor of creating sole interest in the slowly spinning globe hologramed above a nearby table.
“ i have my ways. ” hana offers, pulling the hat from her head only to hold it gently over the forward curve of her ribs. she teases, runs light fingertips through the thin air of orange light, glances back only once she'd ensured there's no new threats flashing their way through the radars over korea for now. “ bribing and threats arent really my style though ( … ) you've got me all wrong already. ”
though, as she comes to slowly pace her way between table and wall and stranger, the meka pilot is all but remembering not a word has been said about herself other than the simplicity of age ; all she'd gained on him other than flitting rumors and whispers in the medbay was a want for the buzz of alcohol and the notion of his attitude toward the entirety of this line of work. she clings to glancing over his attire, over his sharp features not lacking in beauty but certainly filled with exhaustion, the way he carries himself without a lick of doubt that she is of no real threat. her impatience is palpable.
“ i'll trade you the gossip if you trade me the truth. ” a grin, mischievous in nature and leaning into a childish sense of wonder. “ starting with your name. unless you want me to call you ‘cowboy jones’ or ‘rootin tootin’ for the rest of this mission timeline, of course. ”
ㅤ* @cyprics
ㅤ* on the topic, i do want to say that if you ever notice an incorrect or otherwise offensive note or writing or headcanon from any of my blogs, ABSOLUTELY call me out and correct me !! while this is fiction and in may ways unrelated to the real world and its limits / customs, writing poc and diversity should always come from a place of open learning, esp when you are not a part of the cultures you are portraying
