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STARTER CALL ! short , selective , and potentially capping at 10 .
SO TURNS OUT IM FUCKING MOVING BLOGS BC SAM DELETED HER FUKCING ACCOUNT BY ACCIDENT SO IM REVAMPING W HER !!!!! lemme kno if u wanna stay in contact, i’ll be keeping this starter call and transferring it over to my new account n follow people when things are all set up xoxo
STARTER CALL ! short , selective , and potentially capping at 10 .
❝ Stop it. Will you stop it!? ❞
BIOSHOCK SENTENCE STARTERS
the blood doesn’t interest you . the rapt stinging . the color of red . it’s blinding . you don’t know why it matters much . there are far more important things to tend to here . her , for instance . the color of her cloak . the swelling of her tears . she is crying . why is she crying ? is she hurt ? is she hurt ? she is unscathed , as far as you can tell . so , why ? isn’t that what really matters in the end ?
to you , it is . nevermind the bruises . nevermind the scars . ‘ ruby , what’s wrong ? ’ your voice is nothing but a whisper . your corpse of a body shields her well . ‘ did did they hurt you ? are you hurt ? you’re safe , i promise . ’ you wish you didn’t bleed so much . it seems to be scaring her . you seem to be scaring her ‘ it’s okay . it’s okay . ’
AFFECTAE .
“you’re mistaken.” soft / calm / quaint. it’s held to her chest, tightened by frail arms and an unwavering conviction —– she’s not letting it go. not now. not ever. “this is for my daughter. not for me.” people never questioned when using that word. you don’t need to be related by blood to be family, after all.
@ruinblessed.
‘ lovely . don’t care , ’ smog from a barrel and a well - loaded mouth . her pistol remains raised in a violent possibility , expression still hardened and likewise unmoved . ‘ as far as i’m concerned , it doesn’t belong to either of you . i suggest you drop it . ’
SHIELDBLESSED .
❛ … aylen ? ❜
❛ what’s — – what’s wrong ? ❜ O’ FOOLISH SUN , do not test the wolf that is backed into the corner . her fangs are laced with venom , her heart wounded and filled with thorns . perhaps he ought to heed her words ; perhaps he should leave . but he doesn’t . the initial distrust he had felt for her is miniature now when held against his newfound knowledge ; his concern . ❛ a-are you … okay ? c’mon , it’s getting pretty bad out here ; we should - … we should go back to camp . everyone’s been worried sick about you . ❜
laws of the land / chapter one : HUNTSMEN DO NOT LIE WITH WOLVES . they never have , and they never will . wolves are nasty , vile , ill - tempered things . they will bite the hand that feeds . they will tear the mouth and gums . they will eat you : body , mind , and soul . they are the SCOURGE of the storybooks . do not be fooled .
‘ i said stop , ’ too leveled a heed for the likes of nauseous panic , fear trapped comatose in the pit of her belly . he nears , she falters . the rustle of a step back crunches against the autumn earth , instinct still governing her every single move . ‘ i ... go back without me . i want to be alone , right now . ’
BURDENEDBY .
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she’s never exactly been the friendly type, so doing something like this didn’t really come naturally to her. she’s always been more guarded than most, an icy exterior almost always present to protect herself. relating to those her own age has always been a challenge–after all, her childhood was spent around adults, performing and showcasing her talents in order to gain the approval from her father’s friends. she knows it would be for the best for their makeshift team ( the remnants left after the fall of beacon ) to have some type of relationship with the girl ( after all, a team is supposed to trust each other ), but she finds forming that relationship difficult, especially since she’s not particularly fond of her.
but hey, at least she’s trying.
standing before her, she loads a dust cartridge into myternaster. that’s why she was spending time with her: to teach her to use dust. she was almost caught off guard when the other had mentioned she had never used it–then again, she did come from the most famous dust manufacturer company in all of remnant. her world practically revolves around it.
”so? are you ready?”
the blade she draws is not beautifully gallant and does not possess the sort of force one would expect from a vandal of her stature ( poised , yes / brave , no ) . nerves draw her uncertainly , distorted , the shell of a former beast . lithe fingers toy with the ivory hilt restless within her grasp , a grimace lain into porcelain features uneasily . ‘ i ... ’
DUST : THE LIFEBLOOD OF REMNANT . however essential it was to the rest of the world , it was nothing but a lavish fortune she had never been worthy enough to privy . too frivolous , too opulent . too good for the likes of a mutt . A MOTHER’S MANTRA playing in her mind again + again + again , a sickly lullaby record - scratching on repeat until finally , with the stiffened shake of her head , she visibly wavers . ‘ i - i don’t know , weiss , ’ her sword , barely sheathed and pitifully unnamed , lowers without so much as a fight . ‘ my weapon isn’t ... compatible with dust . you know that . there are no cartridge holders , no room for modifications , and ’
puerile chatter dies hard on her tongue , both of them knowing too well just how false and avoidant her stammering truly was . it trails off , and she sighs . ‘ ... you don’t have to do this , you know . i know ruby insisted , but ... ’
SHIELDBLESSED .
a chime of laughter , soft & loving ; there’s no denying that their banter is one of his favourite things about her . ❛ oh c’mon , it wasn’t that bad ! ❜ face presses against hers , something akin to a purr rumbles deep within his chest . he lights up then , a new thought striking him full - force as he pulls back to lock gazes with her , a playful grin stretched wide across his face . ❛ hey — – say you love me . ❜
‘ i don’t know , jaune . it was pretty terrible in retrospect , ’ proximity is all but lost in their daze of adoration , crowns pressed genteel to one another without much ado . the light of her grin betrays her malefic quips , jest soon crumbling under the weight of their blatant ardor . he pulls and she follows , argent meeting blue in MOONSTRUCK bliss . ‘ hm ? ’ a soft intonation ‘fore a flurry of laughter to follow . her palm comes to push at his chest , a half - hearted and truly weak try for distance . ‘ what ? come on , be serious . ’
PETALSCATTER .
the wolf’s growl is cut short & all that lingers is silence, heavy upon their shoulders. watching the aftermath of such a thing makes it seem like a still-life portrait rather than the present time. a single silhouette doused in moonlight, shadows dancing ‘round her form & disappearing into the night sky. there is no breeze. even the cold snow beneath her feels like nothing.
all it takes is a sentence - like an archer’s taunt bowstring released, arrow striking true - to shatter the illusion.
“ i – “ death was always an afterthought. a concept skirted around, danced with as if to portray them as friends rather than enemies. death always chases but the rose carries thorns, thwarts its attempts at retrieving her as she sing-song’s ‘ it’s not my time, ‘ a taunt partnered with her use of the reaper’s own weapon.
all that seemed to phase her now was the wolf’s sharp tone, near snap of jaws with the declaration she already knows. she tenses. “ i was just trying to help ! “
recklessness out of concern is still recklessness, & at the end of the day she is no more invincible to the bloodied teeth of shadow & bone than the child wandering through the woods without a bread crumb trail leading home. but that won’t stop her from trying to be. “ i – you ran off ! “ she stands, little red facing the big bad she perceived as a friend. “ you just ran & didn’t even say anything, what was i supposed to do ?! “
‘ I DIDN’T WANT YOUR HELP ! ’
A WOLF IS A WOLF IS A WOLF . a black dog , a butcher hound , a wicked warg of the wilds . she has stories written in her name ( countless , hundreds ) , nightmare scripts bound with bone and the grimmest fables ever told . these are the myths that are written in blood : primordial , cautionary , and the very , very first . DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE SAFE ? to climb into the mouth of a beast , to curl up ‘round her fangs , and slumber soft / sweet . how foolish . how naive . a dead wolf’s mouth can still land a bite . silver like the moon , and her eyes are seeing red . the strident snap of her voice goes on to burn rust . ‘ i want you to leave ! i want you gone , ruby . i want you to just ! ’
her words fall short , like a candle snuffed and suffocating . the cold winter wind knocks sensation back into her skull , the echoes of her bleeding heart still waning aloft their crowns . the land is quiet here , now . she feels a maggot of guilt worming its way inside her .
i want , i want , i want . her fists un - clench . her breathing shallows . just what do you want , you selfish , sallow girl ? ‘ ... if i run , you stay , ’ be safe . just be safe . this is all i should beget , and yet ... ‘ you don’t follow me , understand ? , ’ come back , come back , come back to me . my god , my god , i’m so sorry . ‘ i don’t want you here , ruby . ’
please , don’t let me go .
REGALNIGHT .
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CLOCKS ARE BEGINNING TO lose their value —– why bother telling time when the world is being engulfed in an eternal night? Witching hours are beginning to overstay their welcome, but naught will persuade them to leave and allow the sun to once more rise. The train is hollow, save for the Noctis, the conductors, and the other four… three. Steel carries them closer to the snowlands surrounding the heart of the Empire, but before they can feel the Glacian’s breath ‘pon their skin they must once again suffer another interruption from scourge’s spawn ( the true reason why all fear the dark ).
They are stronger than they seem, the imps. Glass pierces the silence and shatters to the aisle’s floor, launching from amidst the shards a winged gremlin. Claws dig themselves through threaded ebon, the daemon’s weight sending the crystal’s chosen slamming against the wall ( his brain nigh rattling about in that skull ). Surprise is promptly drowned by a surge of vexation; he’s long grown tired of dealing with these damned things. Ivories gnash, and in the wake of crystalline fragments igniting in his grasp is the familiar blade known for a hilt composed of an ENGINE. A parry is enough to stagger the creature desperately reaching to slice his neck, and he finishes it off with a heavy boot between the eyes, sending it back through the broken window.
A war drum plays within his rib cage, eyes frantically darting about surroundings whilst trying to recollect memories of his comrades’ whereabouts. Gladio and Ignis should be up ahead, giving them a chance to group up with Biggs and Wedge.
But what about…?
DEATH has been their crib - mate for as long as she can remember : from mother to grave , to brother and further still . it rattles at their youth with a crumbling murmur , a rotting dissonance that claims lullabies as kin . it takes and takes and takes and takes . they are sunken and they are steeped . what have they to fear from the night ?
everything .
she tastes blood . from where , she is unsure , mouth long dry and rasping in pain . her whole body ignites and nothing but the fire can be felt . how strange : a scathing numb . the thought itself is nearly lost , mind blanking in time with skin . the world sways , but she pays no mind to the doubling . there is no time for thinking , now . focus . focus . daemons to purge , brother to save . the air feels clotted as she takes in a hissing breath , lithe arm striking an impossible blow to these damning , hell - scorned things . a smile : weary and vice . surely , it is born from ego . there is something satisfying in the way their corpses succumb , something satiated by the blunted kill . anger ? love ?
she collapses before the thought completes itself .
the burning has long since died , the heat of her stupor extinguished . it’s cold , an afterthought . her body ? the ground ? the fever of adrenaline wanes and all sensation returns to her , a sharp ache stabbing at her neck . argent follows the leaking trail pooling beneath her head , then shuts itself away at the find . cold and red . she would laugh , if she could .
‘ sorry , noctis . ’
PETALSCATTER .
WHO ARE YOU TO DISTURB THE PEACE & LEAVE WITHOUT A SCRATCH ?
this is not a fairy tale ( you could never repeat that fact verbatim, ) & you do not carry the immunity of heroes. should your people not hear the snap of twigs beneath your boots, that of another kind surely will. soulless, shifting shadows leaving wispy trails in snow, a warning unheeded in the midst of panic. she bears witness to the disappearance of a girl; jet black fading into nothingness, & she is left once more as the hooded girl lost in the forest. the prey of one lingering near, thud of massive paw signalling arrival.
it’s too late.
what big ears, what sharp claws. ( all the better to kill you with !! ) burning eyes & jutted bone remain the only features visible against the blackness that has gained sentience. such a creature is never kind to that of a rose, thorns bared or cloaked by soft petals. the roar shows as much.
quick turn & hitched breath, movements all too quick with the rush of adrenaline. her body falls with little grace, tripping over boots in her haste, more childish girl than fearsome huntress as the wolf towers over her. it all comes down to instinct – textbook case of fight or flight, fight or flight. fight or succumb to the wolf …
& then everything is over. chapter end.
shadows bleed & crimson drips from fangs in the moonlight. silver would meet silver in the silence following slaughter, umbra slaying umbra. like a shadow slain by itself. ( did the stories ever tell of the wolf who was kind to red, even if such would endanger her life ? )
one breath. two, then three. “ —— aylen ? “
the animal bone must be caught awfully deep between her teeth . the pelt , the meat , the sinews . shadows are much stringier than she remembers them to be , silken threads of black wisping out the open maw and tender , tender gums . they taste like iron and they taste like ash . they taste like something rosy + ruinous . surely , she knows this too .
the story is over . the wolf is now dead . so , why are you still alive ?
‘ you’re so persistent , ’ it shatters the still , timeless air in an instant : smoke with the sound , a blood moon , and pain . a hiss is well - made from the quivering of fear , her fists all clenched and knuckle white . in grievance , she is frozen . she does not turn to face her . ‘ ... you could have died , just now . ’
the quiet reads too much like a warning shot . ‘ don’t you understand that ? you could have died , ruby , ’ is it cruelty to condemn the stubborn out of love ? the clever knots in her stomach still answer yes . ‘ why can’t you just listen to me ? ’
CATELL 16 FACTOR TEST .
warmth : 50% . cold , selfish / supportive , comforting . intellect : 74% . cerebral , analytical . emotional stability : 38% . irritable , moody . aggressiveness : 70% . controlling , tough . liveliness : 50% . somber , restrained / wild , fun loving . dutifulness : 38% . nontraditional , rebellious . social assertiveness : 22% . shy , withdrawn . sensitivity : 54% . touchy , soft ( borderline ; 4% difference . coarse , tough ) . paranoia : 82% . wary , suspicious . abstractness : 58% . strange , imaginative ( borderline ; 8% difference . practical , regular ) . introversion : 90% . private , quiet . anxiety : 66% . fearful , self - doubting . open - mindedness : 62% . curious , exploratory . independence : 90% . loner , craves solitude . perfectionism : 54% . orderly , thorough ( borderline ; 4% difference . disorganized , messy ) . tension : 38% . relaxed , cool .
SELF KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE .
INDEPENDENCE . you don’t set out to be different for its own sake . you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you . you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in . you know the value of selective irresponsibility , of forgetting occasionally about being ‘ good ’ .
SENSITIVITY . you have delicate , sensitive perceptions . you can be deeply moved by appearances : the right light in a room , or good food , or the texture of a piece of clothing . expressive , intelligent language has a powerful hold on you . your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery . it can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after . but you know that things can be otherwise , and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best .
RESILIENCE . you have a tendency , after a setback , to turn your emotions towards re - striving . what attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action overcoming weakness , repressing your fear . because part of your motive is pride , you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid . but at heart , your insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism : you know that important journeys are never easy .
bold : APPLICABLE . italic : tentative .
heteroromantic . homoromantic . biromantic . panromantic . aromantic . demiromantic . heterosexual . homosexual . bisexual . pansexual . asexual . demisexual . monogamous . polyamorous . long term relationships . casual relationships .
bold : FAVORITES . italic : turn - ons / likes . strike : turn - offs / dislikes .
rough . vocal . growling . screaming . crying . sobbing . gentle . tender . whispers . moaning . touching others . touching self . being touched . lingering caresses . kisses . french kisses . licking . nibbling . biting . scratching . hair pulling . dominance ( being dominated ) . submission . power play . struggles . wrestling . hugs . cuddling . shower / bath sex . up against a wall . being held down . breasts . butts . legs . thighs . feet . hands . ears . love bites . innuendo . choking . breath play . bondage . leather . silk . velvet . lace . being watched . watching others . half - clothed . bared skin . teasing . indoors . outdoors . public . private . lingerie . stockings . corsets .
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‘ stop , ’ steel - mouthed . ivory and lemongrass make a silken musk in the air and it lingers ( in her hair , on your clothes ) . TEETH MEANS TENDER , in old forgotten tongues . what do you make of hers ? ‘ please , just go away . don’t come any closer . ’
WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ?
red / orange / yellow / green / blue / purple / pink / fire / ice / water / air / earth / claws / fangs / wings / gold / diamonds / grass / leaves / trees / roses / metal / iron / rust / rain / snow / lace / leather / silk / velvet / denim / cotton / sun / moon / stars / blood / dirt / mud / silver / steel / sugar / salt / pepper / lavender / glass / wood / paper / wool / fur / smoke / ash / cigarettes / cigars / candy / bubbles / ocean / city scape / bruises / scar / wind / spices / light / dark / paint / lingerie / charcoal / wine / phone / hard liquor / sweat / tears / dust / lips / smiles / bare feet / hats / canine / feline / coffee / tea / books / photos / sketches / analog / digital / clockwork / scratches / petals / thorns / hay / glitter / heat / cold / steam / frost / dewdrops / candle / sword / dagger / arrow / hammer / axe / shield / spikes / sand / rocks / roots / feathers / pearls / rubies / sapphires / emeralds / amethysts / herbs / waves / lightning / sunlight / moonlight / rainbow / money / clay / stone / brick / lions / wolves / black / white / birds / eyes / hands / flowers
PLANT PERSONALITY .
DANDELION . scrappy and tough , you’re a pull - yourself - up - by - your - bootstraps kind of person . you don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging . you have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis , but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are .
FENNEL . you’re quiet , sometimes shy , with a tendency to be reserved . you have a humble , kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others . you can be known to hold things in , and you don’t always speak up for yourself . this tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances .
PEPPERMINT . unflappable . you are cool in the crisis , calm in the storm , collected amongst the chaos . you’re a breath of fresh air , a waft of inspiration to the down - and - out , a refreshing , inspiring , uplifting person to be around . of course , even a cool cucumber like yourself can run into trouble . you may try to take on too much , which can leave you feeling weighed down and not quite yourself .
AESTHETIC MEME .
SMELL . rot , and / something lilac in the early morning / a primeval carcass gnawed hard against the jaw / primordial burial ground , that is / the grave of the divine / i found my baby’s little soul trapped in one of the caskets with / a cigarette , burnt incense / the remaining flesh grown green with age , the gums gone black with plaque and “ i love you ” / i thought smoke would bring the life back to your eyes , then / nothing , nothing / honey , you look all the same / glassy - eyed , numbed bone , vines all winding / the scent of death and something sweet / of dahlia buds growing soft between the ribs .
SIGHT . an altar , lamb’s blood dripping scarlet and ire / a ritual sacrifice / drive the knife through the heart of jeruselum and see a girl wearing fleece as skin / see a girl tied to the banks of the sea / left to drown / left to die / the body of a girl rejected by god / a virginal corpse , a crack in the ceiling , and the damask shredding pale of light / so , the apocalypse comes much sooner than you anticipate / it comes in a blur and in something grey / comes bleaker than you hoped , slower , unavoidable / it comes as a woman for a reaper , so you drop to your knees and pray / the sky was a bruising shade of violet , a shattered horizon line / the severity of it makes you sick .
TOUCH . something barely feasible , an almost collision / a promise of silk never kept / moving between velvet and lace and / thick and retching / something rich and satin between the sheets , but torn / you find a knife by her bedside because she can’t sleep alone anymore / you find a boy by her windowsill still begging to be let in / both feel like wasted potential , but you know / it feels like a red light , a warning sign , a flood alarm / beware , beware / when he slides his hands up her skin without permission , the bile in your throat grows that much thicker / she stops , she chokes / the knife she holds stings like catastrophe , aches like a girl forsaken by choice .
SOUND . tongues , indecipherable / murmur of wicked speech , a holy fire language ten thousand syllables deep / of prophets humming in rhythmic uncertainty , waiting for a god that surely will not come / and so , the silence : the agonizing , burning silence / the quiet that asks , why hast thou forsaken me ? i , your prophet . i , your messiah / i must know if she owes my false god a debt / magdalene found another savior to love and this is the reason you cannot speak in prose / the gunfire finds you by the back of an alleyway and composes itself into a deafening symphony / it sounds like ridicule , like the shrieking laughter you must then slaughter .