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UH. REBOOTING. BRB.
my apologies ---
i will one day return to dinah for real. i love her as a muse and i do miss writing her, but i have been struggling with writing her as well. if you would like to continue writing with me? i have a few low activity blogs i have can be found at:
@thrashingsea
@witchlion
@refulgence
you are welcome to unfollow, i will totally understand. but i will also be back here one day whether it’s on here or to reboot her.
supergiant games sentence starters.
the goal with these is to be a mix of possible threading material or even just action-y type starters; some may be lyrics from the game soundtracks as well. most of the ones from pyre are taken from trailers and the pax east gameplay preview. also, these are just some lines or lyrics and i tried to steer clear of spoilers.
bastion —
listen, all this takes a lot of gettin’ use to, and you do get used to it… after a while.
there’s three things i’ll always miss though: one? not havin’ to watch my step all the time. two… ah… forget about two, and three… i miss the songs.
so, build that wall and build it strong ‘cause we’ll be there before too long.
i set my sail, fly the wind, it will take me back to my home, sweet home.
i see your star, you left it burning for me.
gods ain’t gonna help ya son, you’ll be sorry for what’cha done.
they ain’t gonna catch you when you fall.
you’ll be pleadin’ while you’re bleedin’.
they ain’t gonna heal ya son, don’t care about what’cha done.
no matter what happens now, you done good kid.
now… there’s something i want you to see.
did anyone else survive?
if i could be anyplace i wanted… i’d stay right here — we could go anywhere in the world.
nah, i’m just foolin’.
— i’d hate to be in your shoes.
well… it’s a touching reunion…
glad you showed up…
sometimes ya just need a drink.
right back at’cha!
get up, kid!
c’mon, that ain’t funny… i said get up!
you’re a mighty fast learner.
the dead? the dead ain’t gotta worry about this mess.
i ain’t one for long goodbyes, so here’s the deal —
although, after talking it out like this? … guess i’m beginning to have my doubts.
our world? she’s done… but there’s a way to put it back together, so better get ready.
together, we’re gonna build something grand.
— and remember… you ain’t in this alone, that’s a promise.
proper stories are supposed to start at the beginning… ain’t so simple with this one.
transistor —
hey _____ — we’re not going to get away with this, are we…?
together again — heh. sort of…
yikes…! found us already.
they want you back i bet… well, so do i.
ok, let’s go!
look, don’t fret, just… do something?
hello world — look at all that.
we’re on the edge of town, a hundred blocks away.
still too close to it, we better get as far from there as possible.
… i’m so sorry, _____.
i couldn’t stop them…
s/he’s tracking us?
ok, side street due east — through there.
i think i know a place where we can get a ride.
this didn’t used to be here…
look, whatever you’re thinking, do me a favor; don’t let go.
it’s just skin and bones.
you always go, walking on coals.
i hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall, in through the window and up through the hall… flying in circles just trying to land.
maybe you’re looking for someone to blame, fighting for air while you circle the drain.
never be sorry for your little time.
it’s not when you get there, it’s always the climb.
but i won’t save you.
when you speak i hear silence, every word a defiance.
think i’ll go where it suits me, moving out to the country.
you tell yourself that you’re lucky.
lying down never struck me as something fun.
i won’t become a number in the system. zeroes and ones? not me.
i will always find you like it’s written in the stars… you can run, but you can’t hide — try.
pyre —
let’s get down to business, chum!
hey chum, you know how to read, or what?
you may call me _____.
see — right on schedule! what’d i tell you?
you told us we’d find someone alive…
someday! i said we’d find someone alive someday… just not today i guess, but don’t be glum.
you know, i see you frowning underneath that mask!
it looks like s/he’s breathing.
broken, shaking, starving, probably diseased… yeah, good luck with that there, chum!
you have an hour at best.
i won’t be long.
don’t care who you are or what you did, none of that matters anymore — all of us? we’re equal nothings here.
turns out you’re tougher than you look.
what!? then what are we waiting for?
silent treatment, huh?!
now now, don’t you play dumb with me here, understand?
i ask you for something simple in exchange.
— sorry to put you on the spot like this, friend.
that horrifying petrified mountain thing that no one with a lick sense goes near? … great.
well — this ought to be good for a few laughs at least… what do you say, _____?
i’m counting on you, friend.
it is safe enough for us to travel by the light of day, but at dusk? we stop.
you could join me for a little stroll if you’re feeling up to it.
in any case… i do what i can to stay busy — it keeps the sense of isolation well at bay.
i see that reports of your demise have been exaggerated, just as we were beginning to think you were gone for good…
i trust you remember my face, though you must have assumed to never see it again after last time…?
never had i come so close to freedom, only for you to dash my hopes.
rhian is going on vacation semi-hiatus — one week, dates: 7.22 til 7.31!
i will be leaving the 24th, in technicality, for my family reunion trip to north carolina. but due to having a 3-4 page paper in my art history course that i put hella off which is due on the 26th? i will be starting my semi-hiatus today (the 22nd) and then officially come monday.
also, i will be bringing my laptop along because i do indeed have homework / course work i will need to do while i’m there; which is why i say semi-hiatus, since i will have access to my computer as well as the internet during the trip… i just won’t have long or steady periods of available. if we’re close and mutuals, and you’re in the states, i can share my cell number with you so we can text.
* starter call.
mutuals only ; plot preferred ; capping at 5 or so depending. i don’t normally do these, but i kinda wanna try to be active on dinah again... these will probably be medium to long prose, just a warning, and slow to get posted. if you like this post, i will either hit you up or jot something up based on current plotting we already have — mains and ship exclusives will get priority.
y’know what, dc / dctv? i’m gonna write my dinah as a jewish woman. because my jewish ass said so and is petty and tired(tm) of you and marvel and this bullshit.
danteramon:
hey this is fucking vile for multiple reasons:
a) what the absolute whole goddamn fuck. we get it, dctv, you fucking hate jewish people. We Get It.
b) i shouldn’t even have to say why making an alternate universe where heroes are nazis is fucking Bad lmfao?
c) and this is the big one: Kara Zor-El, and Barry Allen are Jewish. for Barry it’s a more recently implemented thing that’s been a popular headcanon for awhile although the DCEU is, to my knowledge, the first time it’s been explicitly canon. Kara and Clark, on the other hand, have always been Jewish. that’s a fact. they’re Jewish, and to twist them into Nazis is utterly fucking disgusting.
if you’re going to defend this mess, block me and tell me so I can block you, since i don’t want to see any of this fucking garbage on my dash.
goyim, fucking reblog this.
sorry for my absence from the dash this weekend…
my grandfather passed away just the other day. it was not something unexpected, necessarily… just very saddening in the respect that at the end of this month we were going for a family reunion (we hadn’t done one in many years and we still intend to do this one in honor of him) so we could all see him. he had congestive heart failure and was in hospice. my mother had a chance the week before last (the week before the one we just finished) along with her siblings to visit and see him and get things organized… but it hit me hard as this is now both grandparents on my mother’s side (my dad’s parents died when he was little) of mine having passed without me having been to see them for years prior.
i’ve spent the past few days now distracting myself with video games, youtube and homework for my courses. my sleep schedule is off and i just still need some time to collect my thoughts and feelings about all of this.
jsyk, i will fight a demonic horde for @fightsthatdragon.
settled beside his desk with care is a solid guitar case with a note dangling from the handle that reads, 'figured this could be a new edition to your collection. you're the closest thing to a father i have at this point so suck it up, house. --dd'. what laid within? a 'black beauty' gibson true historic 1957 les paul.
discomfort a knot in his chest, he fixes with a frown involuntarily on ‘ the closest thing to a father, ‘ brow pinched. to place him on a pedestal of any regard is to set herself up for disappointment. house stuffs dinah’s note into his jacket pocket, planting his gaze now onto the guitar case. better to not over-think this. he skirts around the table end, nudges his chair aside, and makes room on his desk. hefting the case onto the cleared worktop, his fingers work open the gleaming hasps, allowing him to lay eyes at last on her gift for him. she has smart taste in one area, at least.
a prison becomes a home when you have the key . independent and private original character . #rebelvow . heavily triggering .
--- that moment rhian realize she can use hilary as lizzie for young dinah and thus eliminate the struggle of figuring out a diff actress for young dinah. #blesst
Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
Edward Abbey
i hope you don't mind the curiosity, but what are you going to school for? :0
i don’t mind the curiosity at all!
i’m going back to school actually --- right now i’m a certified home health aide and in the medical field... but, it’s not quite what i wanted in the long run i think? which is not to say i dislike it or it’s a bad field to be in, but there are some rough elements in finding work for it and my specialty in it for the moment. and so i am going back to school for a game design & development program as i would like to venture into the gaming industry.
kicking & screaming. ( 𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝟶𝟹/𝟷𝟼 & 𝚛𝚎𝚟. 𝟶𝟻/𝟷𝟽 )