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ASKED BY @ratherbewild​: ‘ i don’t have a safe place. ’ royal bash/keyleth

Starters from Jessica Jones

The easiest cracks to slip through are those born of underestimation. The most fervent lie is that born of innocence. Attendants turned hear about more than once in the early days. The guards have seen her wander ample gardens and be turned around by ‘ditziness’. They have been kind. She lies to them with a smile that trembles at its edges from the weight of deception. It makes the act real for them.

That is how a guard chuckles at her wanderings one night. Points her in a direction she seems too discreet — or, honorable — to ask for. By the time the door to Bash’s rooms are closed behind her, while they sit at the balcony to look at the expansive forest below, she is assured the guard will talk. How marvelously the two spend time together — how even that ... indiscretion can be forgiven if, at the end, the treaty holds. 

Perhaps even an heir will come of that. A terrible lie that she feels bad for not despising ... but there’s no way out of this that begins with the truth. She’s realized that much.

❝ ... well. Please, contain any inkling of a smirk, your highness. ❞ Keyleth says, hand on Bash’s shoulder to shake it. ❝ But I believe I can be that for you. You are that — for me. ❞

She keeps talking but stares out at the stars, and the sister moons, ❝ There will be a way out of this. We shall find it. ❞

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ASKED BY @fortismagica : “do it. i dare you.” (parvati x allison !!)

FIVE WORD PROMPTS

❝ Sure about that? ❞ Allison muses. Steps thudding down the metal stairwell attached to one side of the apartment complex. The booming inside the penthouse bears against the windows, the walls, and so her steps are thankfully muted from the raving denizens inside.

It’s a warm night, and all the skin revealed from the mauve halter top prickles with goosebumps at the humidity steaming up from the asphalt all around. Parvati stands some steps below in a glistening glory of well-fitted shimmering fabrics. Even the moonlight does it’s best to help without the neon bulbs in the living room to play off her dress. Looks up at her with black-lined eyes. Keeps them on her even as Allison nears to wrap hands around hips. 

Pull her close and warmer still in their corner of the night. There wasn’t ever a choice. Not really. Not even Allison’s questioning can change what they want to do to each other. What they will do to each other, as Allison seems to plead, with a voice small but near, ❝ ... don’t make me stop at just one. ❞ 

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ASKED BY @luridtruths: ‘ something i never say, like i love you. ’ - reyncer

Starters from Jessica Jones

The tallest tower, at the head of the unification plaza, can be seen from their favored alley. The wizard’s library sits at one side. It hides volumes of magicked arithmancy within its vast sublevels. The Hall of Authority rests at the other. Its red bricks contrast the erudite gray of the library — their known words carved over metal plating: we have built order from the blood of those who defied us. Perhaps too many centuries have passed and left the first man to speak them, a warlock, to the dust of history.

Reynold turns away from the library, and does not need the whisper of Spencer’s hand against his to feel the warm glow. She is, in a high collared yet crisp and clean brown coat, glowing far more than the red walls behind her.

...and for once he cannot find the urge to return this — her ability to turn his world around in mere seconds — with a smirk. Feeds off that glow and returns it before he is forced to slip back into the shadows of the alley, and the cages they still live in, ❝ Never has there been a moment where I doubted that, ❞ 

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ASKED BY @hauntinghosts​​​ : ❝ Why should I lend you mercy? ❞ Zoraida & Oliver

90 MORE QUESTIONS STARTERS

❝ Pero, ¿nunca te enseñaron sobre el Santito Tomas? ¿Santo Tomas de Aquino?  ❞ Delivered as the glossy, glittered and pained masses of the gala rip their own tables, chairs and fellows to shreds — stumbling, screaming, vaulting over on another in their eagerness to escape. She traces claws over the marble bar-top as the wait staff tremble behind it; their tender hearts rabbiting themselves to lethal lengths. 

❝ El Santito Tomas dijo que la justicia sin misericordia es crueldad — y eso lo veo en ti. Una crueldad tan profunda como la oscuridad, ❞ Zoraida looks into the contents of a glass at the end of the table — the scent there, her sister, clear; gone but not far. Cruel justice to be delivered as promised,  ❝ Why should I ...  fear a man who has lost his edge? I’m a mirror, vigilante. Your mirror. ❞

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ASKED BY @luridtruths :: “ do you know what i've done ? what i would do again, if given the chance ? ” - spencer

HEROES & VILLAINS

❝ — spare me the theatrics, ❞ Celeste sets her glass down. The wine in it sloshes slightly and grows to still as she steps across the carpet to the open back-porch doors. The night awaits there behind Spencer, who is mucking up her floors with the past on her shoulders. ❝ I  — my sisters — We gave the underground everything. You come here. Now, and ask for more? ❞ 

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 ASKED @fortismagica : a kiss on the jawline. (satya x old man reyn)

SPOTS TO KISS PROMPTS

     ❝ I think green suits you as well as any of those tuxes, ❞ A whisper fanned over the left side of his face. Unwavering words given rhythm by hours of bubbly champagne and heady wines. They become a center of deep warmth — a break in the rigid cold that hugs all corners of the block around them — while standing at the base of her stoop. So when Satya presses a kiss to his jaw, preceded by those sweet words, it’s as if the whole of the world has faded away. It sweeps the fear and worry with it. She does. 

So, when she stares up at him with half-lidded eyes and a sure smile, he’s tempted — knows better, and laughs at the small hum of disappointment when he returns it with a hug. A returned whisper of relief’s warming core over her, ❝ Think you should probably sleep the party off first, Bansal. ❞

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ASKED BY @luridtruths​ : "i didn't come back here looking for a fight." - marcaine

Starter Sentences - Alice: Madness Returns

❝ Oh, but a tussle might be fine, right? ❞ She tested it — but there wasn’t even the barest inkling of a tug at his lips. Stepped back to let him in and concluded there wasn’t any version of ... this, whatever it would be, that ended well — unless her mouth was busy. 

Which is how they find themselves looking across from each other at the dinner table with an entire pint of cherry garcia served into one bowl. There’s a few minutes with the clattering of spoons against ceramic before Elaine thinks she should be better. For him, if for anyone else. ❝ I’m Spencer’s family. ❞ 

There’s never truly wanting for Marco’s attention. It’s more like she’s constantly spending time learning how not to waste it, ❝ No one else will look out for her. She needs me and I — you saw her, right? What she can do? ❞ 

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ASKED BY @luridtruths​ : “ everything’s a nail , is it , miss hammerhead ? ” - julia/zoraida

Alice: Madness Returns Starters

❝ What shall you do then? NEGOTIATE with them? ❞ She asks and no puff of warm air leaves her mouth even in the winter evening. The wooden slats complain beneath her uncovered feet when she turns to the witch. Standing there with a cautious stare about her eyes — not the eyes that crinkled at the edges along with a serene smile. The type of expression that belied pain and loneliness. All Julia had ever promised her was company and kindness. 

There is a world out there willing to snuff that out — for they can see fit to sacrifice it so long as it destroys what they cannot understand. Perhaps — and that chills a part of the heart that beats within Zora — the witch will think the same of her. She doesn’t have the ... will to consider that. Not now. Pushes the thought away, and focuses on the present. She is Julia’s anyways. Until the contract is released. 

If it is released.

❝ Mortal men are a scourge. Puny, and plentiful ... like rodents, ❞ Clicks through the words with sharp teeth. Knows the blood at her clawed hands fades from the heat of hell’s fire singing in her skin. ❝ More hunters will come. ❞