Do you want an über with those fries?

Elizabeth Anne Chesterton, at your service.

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russixnbexr:

Pacing; he kept going back and forth, rubbing at his temples, and ebbing away the pain slowly but surely. The urges to turn were becoming more apparent. The familiar stretch and grind of his muscles and bones began to twitch and torture him.

And then there was a Medic standing in front of him. Blinking down at her, in a mix of shock, confusion, and curiosity, Lyosha’s head began to tilt slowly. Why was she out here? Why was she out in the rain? Why was she near him right now?

Primal instincts kicking in lightly, the Heavy let out a low growl at the tiny Medic. Lyosha turns away from her, stalking further away without saying or doing anything else. His feet sink into the muddy gravel but on he trudges, heading towards the far treeline. It’d be easier to get into the woods the closer he was to it.

She stared at him in silence, letting the seconds  s t r e t c h  long.

And then, without warning, without provocation - had she done something to enrage him? - his face dropped from a grimace into a glare, and he loped away towards the woods.  Her own face shifted from curiosity to confusion - and was that a spasm of indignation? - as he turned away, wordless.

She took a few half-hearted steps to follow him before the reality of what she was doing sunk in.  Following a stranger into the woods in the middle of nowhere, who was one step shy of openly hostile to her... yeah, you could’ve put a little more thought into that one, Chesterton.  

Slowing to a stop, she followed him with her gaze only, features softening to gently bemused, as the rain dripped down a solitary lock of hair draped across her forehead.

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russixnbexr:

Step, step, step.

The large Heavy is pacing back and forth in the rain, large hands crossed over his chest and his steely eyes focused on the muddy ground. Above, the rain is pouring, drenching the dirt ground and turning it to slop. It felt like tiny droplets of icicles running across his skin. Freezing cold rain. And yet, his mind is wandering; some would say it’s tearing apart at the seams, trying futilely to repair itself again.

Lyosha is simply waiting.

Thankfully, his bear always seemed to give him a warning before wanting to change. It gave him a few minutes to escape outside before the change began. This was what he was waiting for. The change. The familiar rip of his skin and the aching growth of his bones and muscles. When younger, the change never hurt. He never expected the pain. Apparently it grew more apparent the older you grew. Just like aging regularly.

Lyosha’s feet are sinking into the mud, making deep, boot-shaped imprints. The rain drowns out all other noise; the thunder does a great job at it too. It’s loud in his ears. The smell of the mud and rain keeps him from smelling anyone approaching. Oh well.

The mute medic hadn’t been expecting to run into anyone out here.  She would come out this way to be alone, to escape from the frenzied ravagings of a  f r a c t u r e d  mind, made worse by the constant noise and smoke of the battles.  And she would come out here when it was raining.

Especially when it was raining.

A crunch of gravel almost at her elbow was the only advance warning she got before the bear of a man was practically upon her, glowering down from his tremendous height.

Hands raised, quickly, balled into fists, as she evaluated the man in front of her for a long moment.  He hadn’t done anything (well, besides the whole looking intimidating thing, which incidentally wasn’t helped by the firmly crossed arms), so she slowly dropped them.  The initial shock over, she surveyed him cautiously.

[roachpatrol]

ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.

humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.  

i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy. 

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Firefly {Sentence Starters}

"That's good. You just lie there and be ironical."

"This place gives me an uncomfortableness."

"Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone."

"We're not gonna die. We can't die."

"You're always breaking the rules, no matter which society you're in!"

"This must be what going mad feels like."

"Hell, this job I would pull for free."

"We'll check it out, see if there are any survivors."

"I think I'm on the wrong ship."

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"

"It's a wonder you're still alive."

"How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"

"You think you're better than other people!"

"We will rule over all this land, and we will call it- This Land!"

"I got stabbed! Right here!"

"Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?"

"Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail."

"Are you always this sentimental?"

"I believe that woman's planning to shoot me again."

"I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."

"Why don't we just ignore each other until we go away?"

"Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh! Now DIE!"

"I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much."

"If you're being a gentleman, I may die of shock."

"Why are you so fascinated by him?"

"If I could make you prettier I would!"

"If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."

"Walk away from this table, right now."

"Drunks are so cute."

[rpmemes-galore]

Height-related {Sentence Starters}

“Need me to help you reach that? 

“Now, who said that?”

“Get down here and say that to my face!”

“Have you ever considered taking up basketball? You could just drop it in the net!”

“Life’s too short. I’m not!”

“Did you shrink since I last saw you?”

“Lean over so I can reach. More. More.”

“I’m down here!”

“Are you standing on the counter to feel tall?”

“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized!”

“Do I need to get you a box to stand on?”

“You wouldn’t happen to be part giant, would you?”

“Who are you calling a shrimp?!”

“If you were an I-Pod… you’d be a Nano.”

“Ha ha! I’m taller than you now!”

“You could probably still pass as a kid.”

“How’d you grow so much?!“ 

“Should I put you on my shoulders so you can see?”

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rolcplaycr:

It always destroyed Newt when he lost one of his creatures. He couldn’t figure out if it was his fault or not. If he hadn’t done enough, if he could’ve done anything better, if he’d messed up some aspect of their diet or their care. Holding the soft body against his chest, Newt let out a ragged sob. He couldn’t help it - he didn’t try to hide the way hot tears were running down his nose and dripping onto the cooling body. He’d have to find somewhere to bury them, some way to - honour it. 

Stroking the head, glad the eyes were closed, it took everything the wizard had to pull himself together. Sniffling, he stumbled upright, desperately holding onto what had so recently been bouncing happily around. He should’ve realised she was sick sooner… coming to a stop again, Newt bowed his head, letting off another round of harsh, brokenhearted sobs. Try harder. You have to try harder.

Elizabeth was walking down the street, attempting to juggle two bags of groceries with an overly rambunctious apple she’d taken out prematurely to snack on.  She was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it.  It was only a matter of time before she either dropped everything, or accepted the humiliation of setting the bags down in the middle of the street to readjust.  So she arrived at a compromise.  Turning into an alley, she was stopped short by a tall, stooped figure whose lanky frame was wracked by sobs.

“Oh-”

[sparkingstoryinspiration]

Dialogue Prompts

1) “What are you drinking?” “The tears of small children.” “I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.”

2) “Don’t bother apologizing.” 

3) “Do you think she’s going to kill us?” 

4) “Just let me hear your voice.” 

5) “Please call me back, it’s important.” 

6) “This is stupid.” “You say that about everything!” “Well maybe everything is stupid!” 

7) “Turn around and look at me! Stop pretending like you aren’t this person!” 

8) She laughed, “I am not some antihero with a tragic past, there’s nothing to fix here because I’ve never been broken. I’m just a bad person.” 

9) “And here I was thinking you loved me.” 

10) “Why are there no unicorns? Why is that where magic draws the line? Like we can have dragons and wizards and all that, but unicorns? Nah, that would be completely ridiculous!” 

11) “You’re very, um violent about this, aren’t you?” “I prefer the term ‘passionate’.” 

12) “What are you on?” “You don’t want to know.” 

13) “Why am I here?” 

14) “I … I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.” 

15) “Do you know how stressful it is to lose your small cousin who’s name is Marco in a crowd? I spent an hour looking for him and everyone kept yelled back ‘polo’!” 

16) “Don’t try to stop me, just give up already. I am not someone you can fix.” 

17) “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Death.” “Oh … “ 

18) “Don’t lie to me.” 

19) “Sometimes I wonder why I bother speaking, no one ever hears me.” 

20) “I never meant to hurt you.” 

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He really didn’t know where he was, or what was happening, all he knew was that he needed to get revenge on the BLUs that killed him. 

The sniper stormed through the cemetery, muttering under his breath about all the horrific ways he was going to kill them once he got his hands on them.

He only stopped when he saw a figure in the distance. Huh. Why would anyone be out at the cemetery? Usually people who ended up here were forgotten and scrubbed from TFI’s records. Whatever. Maybe she could help. “HEY YOU! SEEN ANY BLUS AROUND HERE?”

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She stiffened at the sacrilege, taking a long, slow breath before recommencing laying the flowers around the shrine.  It wasn’t her problem.  It wasn’t even worth her trouble.  She had neither the patience nor the knowledge he sought, and at this point she was just hoping he would leave quickly.

A vain hope, really.

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The brutal blinked in confusion, but allowed himself to be led outside. He gaze shifted upwards at the sky. Wow. It had actually been some time since he ever really stopped to notice how pretty the stars could be.

He had vague memories of enjoying stargazing when he was alive. Sometimes he would lay on top of his van and just stare at the sky until he fell asleep. “It’s really nice out tonight, isn’t it?”

[red-medic-rampage]

“Mmm.”

Her eyes roved the landscape for a moment before lighting on a pile of rocks off to the right.  That would do.  Wandering slowly over, she led him to one of her stargazing spots before slowly sinking onto the rock, eyes open wide to the heavens.

[bananatwinky]

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@red-medic-rampage

Guh. What’s going on?

More importantly, why was everything black? Just what happened back there? He remembered being knocked out and waking up blindfolded…then getting shot…Respawn limbo? No. This didn’t feel like respawn.

He raised a hand to rub at his eyes, only for his hand to collide with something above him. Something hard. What the bloody fuck? He placed his hand on the thing above him, feeling around. 

………

No. 

NO!

Realization slowly dawned on him, and a rush of emotions took over. Fear. Panic. But mostly anger. The sniper delivered a rather infective punch to the lid of the coffin. Before he even knew what was happening, a knife appeared in his hand, and he used it to break the lid. At least he was buried in what amounted to a flimsy wooden crate, as the wood easily broke after a few good jabs.

The dirt proved a lot easier to claw through and the sniper pulled himself out of the grave.

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Elizabeth was at the far end of the cemetery, quietly building a shrine out of flowers, making a grave for a man who didn’t have one.  There was a heaviness about her actions, a slowness of movement and thought that welled out of deep sorrow.  

Because of this, she didn’t even turn around when she heard the muffled thudding behind her.  Probably someone from the base she’d just arrived at, walking disrespectfully over the graves.  Stomping, really.  

She shut her eyes impatiently, holding them closed as she breathed up a silent prayer for a spirit long departed.

It had been an almost peaceful evening before the intruder showed up.

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He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel somewhat nervous as he pulled away. Kissing a dead guy wasn’t the same as kissing someone alive, and he knew it. What if she was somehow repulsed by it?

As she rested her head on his chest, he couldn’t help but exhale in relief (he may or may not have been holding his breath and didn’t realize it). He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. He really didn’t mind the silence too much, given how awkward he could be when he talked. It was only a matter of time before he said something really stupid.

[red-medic-rampage]

Still not speaking, she let a long moment pass before lowering her arms, catching his hand, and leading him out of the kitchen.  She needed the companionship- craved it, even- especially in light of the fact that she didn’t feel like she knew anyone around here any more.

Pushing open the door, she hesitated a moment, breathing in the deep night air and letting out a long exhale before proceeding.  It was pretty out tonight.  The stars were out in full force, with just a whiff of a breeze whispering through her hair.  Face upturned, she walked on, swinging her arm gently.

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Christian froze, a look akin to that of a deer in headlights washing over his face. What did she just say? “Y-you…w-what…”

You could practically smell the old, rusted gears in his head grinding in a desperate attempt to process her request. She actually wanted him to kiss her?

…did she actually feel the same way about him as he did her? He had long convinced himself he wasn’t good enough for her. What could she possibly see in someone like him anyway? A living corpse with a habit of killing people and bathing in their blood. He wasn’t exactly what you would call perfect boyfriend material. 

He hesitated for a moment…then finally found the nerve to actually do it. He had to lean down a bit due to the height difference, but he gave her a gentle, if not a bit awkward, kiss on the lips.

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As he leaned in, she noted a sharp sense of relief tinged with just a touch of disappointment.  Disappointment?  In herself.  She was letting herself be vulnerable again, for the first time in- she couldn’t even remember how long.  That was good, that was forward progress.  Then why did it feel so hollow?

Their lips met, and she relaxed.  Here, in this moment, she felt safe.

When he pulled away, she pushed her head into his chest again, closing her eyes.  She still didn’t have any words.  Perhaps spending so long without speaking had broken that part of people that needs to make endless small talk to cover up the moments of silence between people.

[bloodyrevenant-deactivated20170]

Honestly, he didn’t mind the silence. It was just nice to finally be with Elizabeth again….holding her close…

“…sorry if Oi’m cold. One of the bad things about bein’ dead is yeh don’t produce body heat so you end up bein’ a walkin’ ice cube.”

He really didn’t know what else to say. God, why was he so bad at this?

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A huffy laugh.  It was moments like this- moments when he was neck-deep in the awkwardness of explaining his inhumanness- that he seemed the most human.  It was an irony that was not lost on the doctor who specialized in bringing back patients from the very brink of death.  She reveled in it for a moment, enjoying the more subtle notes of the irony as they hung in the air.

“It’s alright.  Really, it is.”

A half-second hesitation, then-

“Kiss me?”

An upturned face, writ large with the dawning realization of what she’d just asked.