#soulscattered

[betterdcyz-a]

AFTG sentence starters. / accepting!

@soulscattered​ asked: ❝The only thing that matters now is what comes next.❞ ( persephone @ adam )

Adam nodded, ignoring the question that lingered on the tip of his tongue. It was stupid to ask: So, tell me what comes next? to Persephone. His answer was in the tarot deck. ( her tarot deck. ) All his answers lay in both the tarot deck or scrying, though scrying was the last option when it came to communicating with Cabeswater. 

“And it’s all in the cards, right? To tell me what could come next.” His southern tone comes in, a bit uncertain though he tried to remain confident in his question. 

[amillixnvoicesarch]

@soulscattered​ liked for a LYRIC starter

           “We could stay the night, but we'd only LOSE. After all the hell we've been through: I'd still bet on YOU.”

[stargazermuse]

@soulscattered said: “Let’s go do something to get your mind off of it.” (Reggie to Julie)

Comfort Sentence Starters - Accepting

Julie held too many emotions. Even after the connection she had with the boys, and how close she felt with her mother, it was still hard. She was coming to terms that her mother was never coming back, but that she had sent the boys instead.

It was her mother’s birthday. Their first one without her. And it was bitter. CeCe had tried to make her smile but she knew at a time like this, it was better to be the comfort that she needed.

The Molina family had visited her gravesite, to say their happy birthdays, and lay out a bouquet of dahlias, and though Carlos and her father had gone inside, Julie found herself in the garage. She had wanted to be alone, but with three ghost band mates, that was not an option anymore.

“And what do you suppose we do, Reg?” She asked. She didn’t have any idea on what to do today. She didn’t want to play music and didn’t really want to go out but maybe Reggie was right. Maybe she needed a break.

But it was so hard.

[notjustthegoodguys]

starter for @soulscattered​ ( Camila )

Haunting were nothing new.  An old salt and burn was basically something any hunter could accomplish.  Sam had been doing them since he was way too young.  He knew how to take care of it.  But this case, well it was unusual.  Mostly because the spirit that was holding on seemed to be decent.  Nothing crazy was going on.

It went against everything he was taught.  Sam should have been more concerned but he was just curious to what made this spirit so different.  Why was it good?  He just needed to talk to it.  See if there was something that could help others.

So he was there trying to call.  With some research he was able to determine enough to know this was a girl named Camila.  “Hello?”  he figured a conversation was the best option.

[xresistance]

hurt. // @soulscattered said:  “you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.” ( blue @ ronan ! )

If he were anyone else the declaration would have likely made him inclined to listen or what the fuck ever other people did. But it just made Ronan bare his teeth in a half assed snarl. He shrugged off her hand from his bicep and put space between them.

“No one fucking asked you to, Sargent. Would you kindly fuck off?”

Ronan liked Blue, loved riling her up and seeing her temper match his, they were two sides of the same coin or some shit. And hearing that he was her friend did mean a fucking lot to him, but that didn’t mean he was easy to be friends with. He responded to emotional shit with his spiked armour, more inclined to smash a window or blow some shit up than to let someone see any vulnerability.

He was also very, very drunk, which made the Snake even meaner and more inclined to lash out at even people he gave a shit about. Ronan sat on the steps leading up to Monmouth to get some cool air, it was too fucking hot in his room, with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey held between his legs by bloody-knuckled hands. The only person he’d thought would show up to nag at him was out of town anyway, but apparently he was wrong.

She got another scowl and so did her twin standing next to her. “Fuck Maggot, wasn’t one of you enough?”

[truesymphony]

starter for @soulscattered​ ( Owen )

All day Ray had been tending to her responsibilities.  She worked hard using her due diligence.  She wanted everything to be perfect.  She liked it that way.  She took pride in everything she did.  However he main reason for keeping her job was the perks.  Owen’s cooking.  She loved it.  So whenever she could she would sneak in there.

It never seemed to bother him either.  Even at times like this.  When she could smell his cooking everywhere.  It was making her mouth water.  She crept into the kitchen peering around him to see what he was making.

“Smells heavenly, chef.  Gotta anything for your favorite redhead?”

[compendiumofconstellations]

@soulscattered​ for our plotted Morgan & Blake!

“I’m fine,” Derek reassured her. Blake hadn’t said anything, but he could feel her eyes on him. “Surprised, but fine.”

Surprised was an understatement. Even though part of him felt like he should have known it was coming. Buford told him that he always made a point of watching the news. And Derek’s speech had been playing on stations all night.

[escapedartgeek]

@soulscattered

“This time of year always seems to bring back great memories for me.“ Zora says with a certain wistfulness to their tone. “I had aunts come from long ways to share some of the ceremonies towards welcoming in the season and spending a lot of time outside of night, roaming around bonfires and relishing in the wildness that is the transitionary period of this time of year.“

They are letting the brisk wind brush against them as they give Ambrose a casual squeeze of his hand. “Nowadays it’s an excuse to make weirder, and weirder artworks and people love it. Nothing like being able to take your year-round strangeness to another level right?“

Z chuckles a bit before glancing towards the warlock. “I know you’re going to have your traditions around this time of year. That should be pretty exciting...“