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overwatch sentence starters
❝ it’s just a scratch, you’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna put an end to you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing. ❞ ❝ i don’t even feel the cold. ❞ ❝ i don’t get mad. i get even. ❞ ❝ you speak of law and order, but you must know life is chaotic by its very nature. ❞ ❝ let us discuss your failures. ❞ ❝ you have overstayed your welcome. ❞ ❝ victory is everything. ❞ ❝ your emotions make you vulnerable. ❞ ❝ there is disquiet in your soul. ❞ ❝ it’d be a shame if something happened to you. a real pity. ❞ ❝ i need a drink. ❞ ❝ big mouth, big target. ❞ ❝ tell me your thoughts, my friend. ❞ ❝ ever get that feeling of deja vu? ❞ ❝ i will put you in your place. ❞ ❝ i do what i must for my people. ❞ ❝ where’s the fun in playing fair? ❞ ❝ bones heal, pain is temporary; scars look good. ❞ ❝ act normal, that’s crazy enough. ❞ ❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞ ❝ someday i’m just gonna leave you. ❞ ❝ i don’t like talkers. ❞ ❝ if you hold the information, you hold all the cards. ❞ ❝ don’t call me a hero. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen worse, you’re going to live. ❞ ❝ that’s ‘sir’ to you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t start this war…but i’m damn well gonna finish it. ❞ ❝ the stars are like trees in a forest, alive and breathing. and they’re watching us. ❞ ❝ pretty place. be a shame to have to kill someone here. ❞ ❝ you sure take this bad guy thing seriously, don’t you? ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞ ❝ if it lives, i can kill it. ❞ ❝ i’m an army of one. ❞ ❝ c-can you hear that music? ❞ ❝ put your security in my hands. ❞ ❝ your mother was a hero to me. to all of us. ❞ ❝ how can you even look at yourself in the mirror? ❞ ❝ you are looking as lovely as ever. ❞ ❝ life is pain. so is death. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ i wonder what’s locked up in that brain of yours… ❞ ❝ i hear there’s a nice reward for bringing you in. ❞ ❝ i hate to see your talents wasted. ❞ ❝ the world decided it didn’t need you anymore. ❞ ❝ i make my own luck. ❞ ❝ wanting a better life for you was all i ever dreamed of. ❞ ❝ it’s an honour fighting by your side. ❞ ❝ follow me if you want to live. ❞ ❝ oh, you look tired. ❞ ❝ shh. the adults are talking. ❞ ❝ i’m too old for surprises. ❞ ❝ never stop fighting for what you believe in. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing i haven’t seen before. ❞ ❝ you need to learn to relax. ❞ ❝ i’ve saved your life. it belongs to me now. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bullet with your name on it. ❞ ❝ why are you so angry? ❞ ❝ the world is worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i know the evil that lurks in the hearts of men. ❞ ❝ you know, smoking’s bad for your health. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ there are still people i need to protect. ❞ ❝ old soldiers are hard to kill. ❞ ❝ i tried being reasonable. didn’t take to it. ❞ ❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞ ❝ i’ve come back from worse. ❞ ❝ that went against my better nature. ❞ ❝ are you scared? ❞ ❝ have you prepared for your end? i have. ❞ ❝ let’s see a smile! ❞ ❝ imagine the worst possible outcome. now…avoid that. ❞ ❝ you know, you were never my type. ❞ ❝ is it hot in here, or is it just me? ❞ ❝ mind your manners. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. after everything that happened, i needed time. ❞ ❝ repitition teaches the smart. ❞ ❝ brave of you to show your face around here. ❞ ❝ my fate is written in blood. ❞ ❝ it’s nothing personal, just the way things go. ❞ ❝ you picked the wrong fight. ❞ ❝ do you trust me? ❞ ❝ my wanderings brought me to this place. it was not to my liking. ❞ ❝ master your fears, lest they master you. ❞ ❝ how do you even live? ❞ ❝ such beauty is wasted upon the soul of a killer. ❞ ❝ nothing wrong with a little self improvement. ❞ ❝ i’m feeling young again. ❞ ❝ you were once a legend, but what are you now? just a shell of a woman. ❞ ❝ who taught you to fight like that? ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ i get the feeling you’re not taking me seriously. ❞ ❝ history will forget you. ❞ ❝ welcome to the apocalypse. ❞ ❝ i’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. ❞ ❝ i am not your savior. ❞ ❝ violence is usually the answer. ❞ ❝ killing is as easy as living. ❞ ❝ i believe you could find peace, if you were to search within yourself. ❞ ❝ i stopped you once. i can do it again. ❞ ❝ you are the embodiment of chaos. ❞ ❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞ ❝ i take it you don’t want my autograph, then. ❞ ❝ i’ve stitched you up so many times i’m surprised you can still fight ❞ ❝ you of all people are going to ask me that? ❞ ❝ i don’t even know you anymore… ❞ ❝ respect your elders. ❞ ❝ if we fight again, i can’t promise you’ll walk away this time. ❞ ❝ i still love you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know how to stay down when you’re beaten. ❞ ❝ i expected more from you. ❞ ❝ the destruction here…it reminds me of home. ❞ ❝ don’t underestimate me. ❞ ❝ i always have the last word. ❞ ❝ come at the king, you better not miss. ❞ ❝ was that supposed to scare me? ❞ ❝ just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ stop coming after me. ❞ ❝ revenge takes only the one who seeks it. ❞ ❝ the heart of a man still beats inside me. ❞ ❝ i’d say it’s not my problem, but it usually is. ❞ ❝ i was supposed to protect you. ❞ ❝ i know what you are. i am only sorry that you do not. ❞ ❝ you won’t believe what i learned about you. ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ i suspect you will be forever unsatisfied. ❞ ❝ you were the only one who stayed up so late. i enjoyed our conversations. ❞ ❝ it is not too late to change your course. ❞ ❝ you may be fast, but you ain’t faster than a bullet. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see this place again. ❞ ❝ it takes a woman to know it. ❞ ❝ no, you find living a challenge. ❞ ❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity. ❞ ❝ i think we got off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ if your mother could see you now i think she’d be proud of you. ❞ ❝ this is not the end of the world. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having the worst headaches. ❞ ❝ need someone to tuck you in? ❞ ❝ i don’t feel. that’s the point, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ why am i being subjected to this agony? ❞ ❝ get too close to the sun and you’re gonna burn. ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ do you need a hug? ❞ ❝ stupidity is not a right. ❞ ❝ they used to believe that witches lived in these woods. ridiculous, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you really should take better care of yourself. ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder why i even bother. ❞ ❝ i will fight to my last breath. ❞ ❝ your mother always hoped you’d follow in her footsteps. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ one a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞ ❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well…not always. ❞ ❝ sorry. sorry. i’m very sorry. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ what is tranquility, but stagnation? ❞ ❝ you know, i still owe you for saving my life that one time. ❞ ❝ you were always a charmer. ❞ ❝ sometimes you scare me. ❞ ❝ you are looking quite well. this life must agree with you. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ do i look like an angel of mercy to you? ❞ ❝ to know yourself is to be at peace. ❞ ❝ all bark, no bite. ❞ ❝ you seem nice. i hate to kill you. ❞ ❝ you are mistaken. i am beyond redemption. ❞ ❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞
Q: NO ONE WHO WEARS A CROWN IS EVER SAFE. (diana prince) @torntruth
She imagines herself whole and winter - bled. But here, she remembers how to appear in control. How to show the world that her muscles were made to obey pragmatic decisions and her own command. Her expression had hosted little emotion ⸻ listless and rather dulled in conviction. Diana often brings about a political reverence that others would cower at. She, however, offers confusion and discomfort to Donna. Drags out a forced warmth in her chest that is nocturnal in practice. What news will be revealed to her at this appearance? What new secret must she digest? “You’re talking of power … humanity always looks for it. To wield it, or to possess it.” Voice sounds half - submerged in history’s wars, the mouth of a tomb rather than the mouth of a woman. Shoulders now rigid and stoic, soldier - like if not for the lingering essence of regality. She recognizes the monarchy of Diana's foundation. How the bricks and mortar were laid down with purpose and integrity ⸻ without infestation of greed. She wonders, therefore, how she was made. What mud - woman crafted her, and if there were thunderstorms at her creation hour. She always felt too plain when she glanced at herself in the mirror. A woman rather than a symbol. From orphan - blood to a galaxy - fed empress, she is still only Donna Troy. Still only part of half - earth, not quite belonging anywhere. Is this her fault for that mild resentment in her tone? That sharpness that dissolves in her mouth like acid? “Or is this a lesson I haven’t learned yet, in your opinion?”
Q: WE ALL DREAM OF THINGS WE CANNOT HAVE. (murtagh morzansson) @ithring
Gone are those days of god - fearing. Gone are those days of soft - spined folktales and herbs that continued to rot and blister the wound. Daenerys is reborn here, amid fire and river water ⸻ amid the pine trees and the full moon. Where she flourishes is where her brothers decompose. How the milky light coaxes her soul to bubble and begin to repair itself. How the murmurings of the ancestors remain quiet and melodic. She understands that sacrifice is something that is required of those with shadows that follow them ⸻ with the scent of death etched out upon their bodies as though they were omens themselves. Murtagh is similar in this otherworldly taste for ambition. His words, however, sound silly to her. She is always dissatisfied with those who surrender their intentions for something easier. “I dream with different rules, then. There is nothing I cannot have … nothing I cannot do.” A melodic voice rings out and the sky should shake at her approach, look how elegantly the breeze billows her silver hair. Some dragon - bled dream gave birth to her and here she stands, unwilling to burn away into empty caves. His dragon is not far from her own children. While they are scaled in tough armor and eat fire, she observes like any protective mother would. Turns towards Murtagh once more, a slow blink as an absentminded smile twists her lips. “What have you been dreaming of, Shur'tugal?”
Q: I’M SORRY THAT I NEVER TRUSTED YOU. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT ANYMORE. (lucas prescott) @qiallos
Think of her when the fields turn to white ash, when the trees hum in the wind. When the skies crack open and bleed ⸻ like a blue skull underfoot. Little boys grow into dreamers, little girls grow into graves. But Lucas knows this already, doesn’t he? As they all do: the time for lessons is over, now there’s only results. Now there’s only the knife and hand, and whichever one they decide to be is up to their own blood ⸻ or their mirror’s reflection. Or anything in between. Teeth bite down on the side of her tongue and it stings, it burns. Pleasurably so. Pain was always an easy language to understand, not so much to speak it ⸻ but certainly to swallow it. She blinks over at him, the mug of coffee forgotten about for the time being. “It’s not your fault … really. It’s been a heavy few weeks, I don’t blame you for putting up your walls. It protects you for the most part.” A murmured reply, soft and leveled at the other’s throat ⸻ like a blade that has yet to be wielded properly. Emma thinks that there might be a time in the future where she doesn’t have night terrors and her hands don’t shake while she looks for her car keys in her purse. Hopeful, even in the face of the trauma. Is this naivety or courage? Finally, she brings the mug’s rum to her bottom lip, blowing on it to cool it enough to take a sip. “Has … something else happened?”
" YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE A HUG. " queen maeve + @vi0lnt 's cindy moon
She lets out a dry chuckle. Was it that clear she wasn't having a good time? It's been so long since she had that, to begin with.
"I'm doing perfectly fine," she lies, unable to glance at the other as she states this. She can't show weakness, she shouldn't... It was dangerous to do so, in a world like this, with perked eyes and ears everywhere.
"I just need a minute." Maeve adds, hoping it serves a diversion for her inability to actually smile after the chuckle. She sighs, brushing hairs away. "Maybe a drink... You in?"
Queen Maeve must have seen that twisted side of notoriety. The wound of the heart - hearth, aching and raw. She grows a new face and hopes the world doesn’t recognize her. Buried things have a way of turning up at her door ⸻ don’t they? She feeds and she starves the admiration and the disdain of the city she haunts. Unlike Maeve, however, Cindy refuses to show the angry mob of civilians her true intentions. Silk has a god - like ability to appear and disappear, although she lacks stability. The reality of it should sting, but it seems like honey on her tongue ⸻ sweet and summer - fed. Arachnid senses tingle beneath her skin and she knows the other woman is telling only part truths. Despite this, “It’s hard to please everyone, hm?” Spoken with a brief lilt, as though this is a humorous occasion. Her eyes are genuine, siren - like as they observe the wars inside the other’s mind. The absolution that was not absolution quite yet, but a pile of spine and girl - hood. She is Silk to Maeve, face half - covered and intentions not entirely translucent. A feline stretch of her back before she jumps down beside Maeve, a silent devil on her shoulder. “I’m in. Smoothies? Or … something stronger?”
"ONCE THERE IS BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, THEY WILL NEVER BE CLEAN." steve rogers with james barnes,
ღ memes. ╱ always accepting.
He didn't think it worked that way. A world in which nothing was redeemable? — Seemed hopeless and he refused to exist in such a state. It's why he tried so hard to always do the right thing and make sure he did the littlest damage possible. He still incurred those moments where it was choosing between bad and worse. But Steve liked to think all his effort and his accomplished help right them.
If that weren't the case their hands would be stained with a lot of their regrets and mistakes. “Once you start believing that things are too bad to be fix, that we cannot dig ourselves out of our mistakes, and we are those mistakes —— you've lost it, Buck. We gotta hold onto the things that make any of this worth it.”
Here they form an alliance; the winter and the summer. What grave did they crawl from? What tomb kept them so lifelike and warm? Bucky supposes that in his version of this myth he never returns home. He accepts every other aspect of the world to paint him into something ugly and horrid ⸻ rather than something that bloomed into redemption. Redemption here meaning: his family was eaten in the belly of the beast. The beast meaning: the political side of madness, the guillotine that carves worthiness. So, therefore: loneliness has no meaning. It is defined only by the slow drops of a leaking faucet in his mind. Echoing down corridors of the past. He is haunted by absolution ⸻ but it’s still far too quiet for him to ever be enticed by it. “What if it wasn’t a mistake? What if you were awake during all those choices? Killing … for country or for survival … is still killing, Steve.” Groggy response, sandwich untouched on his plate ⸻ some sort of memory twists his stomach and gives him a violent sensation of impulse. He wouldn’t speak it out into the physical world. Steve wouldn’t see it as a confession, he’d see it as another wound to mend. There’s a rumble in the distance of the subway underneath them and his body jerks slightly, forming a grunt of vague surprise. He goes to stand, somehow too restless to linger in one spot. Like a ghost realizing he was haunting the wrong eon. “Thanks … for lunch.” Yes, the one he hadn’t eaten. Yes, even when they were schoolboys Steve always had a habit of feeding the empty stomachs of the lesser worlds before filling his own. Selflessness breeds stability. In another lifetime he would have been the same, he thinks. “My treat next time. Maybe I’ll even get us some of those dumplings we liked so much at the market. Like back then.”
god of war (2018) starters
❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ why do you even care? you could have just walked away. ❞ ❝ i almost feel bad for you. ❞ ❝ i can tell you a thing or two about family matters. ❞ ❝ lucky for you, my schedule’s wide open. ❞ ❝ they’re gonna be sorry they picked this fight. ❞ ❝ i heard you. it’s not up for discussion. ❞ ❝ i will rain down agony, every possible violation, upon you. ❞ ❝ um, alright…that hurt a little. ❞ ❝ you think you understand, but you don’t. ❞ ❝ didn’t you hear that? voices. it felt…evil. ❞ ❝ you do not want this fight. ❞ ❝ truth is more important than kindness. ❞ ❝ i know every corner of these lands, every language spoken, every war waged, every deal struck. ❞ ❝ it should have been you. you hear me? you. not her. ❞ ❝ only use this as a last resort. ❞ ❝ deny it all you want, but you saved me. ❞ ❝ you don’t want me and you never will. ❞ ❝ they do not stop us, so they do not concern us. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t mean you should lie to your friends or family. ❞ ❝ will i see you again? ❞ ❝ don’t leave me alone ever again. ❞ ❝ you see in the eyes of a child. ❞ ❝ i know you hate gods but you really can’t stay away from them, can you? ❞ ❝ you are in your head. let it go. ❞ ❝ it is wise to be discreet. ❞ ❝ you are right…i do not believe you. ❞ ❝ the power of any weapon comes from your heart…but only when tempered by your head. ❞ ❝ wow, you’re so stupid. that your father’s doing? or your mother’s? ❞ ❝ will we see people on the road? friendly? will they try to rob us? ❞ ❝ smells like rotting eggs. is it still good? ❞ ❝ you’ve only killed those deserving, right? ❞ ❝ you’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞ ❝ that thing was trying to kill us. it’s not like you don’t get angry in a fight. ❞ ❝ leave. my. home. ❞ ❝ you killed against my wishes. ❞ ❝ it’s all you talk about, over and over. do something about it or shut up. ❞ ❝ behind you, watch out! ❞ ❝ don’t know, don’t care. ❞ ❝ this used to be a challenge. ❞ ❝ this place feels like a prison. ❞ ❝ it feels like something is waiting for us down here. ❞ ❝ don’t be sorry. be better. ❞ ❝ kill for survival, not for indulgence. ❞ ❝ can’t believe you’ve lasted this long. ❞ ❝ in war, a soldier sees beauty in the blood of his enemy. ❞ ❝ the winds of fate have given us a strange coincidence. ❞ ❝ close your heart to their desperation. close your heart to their suffering. ❞ ❝ you’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? you’re used to it. ❞ ❝ why do you say nothing? ❞ ❝ you’ve seen it with your own eyes. you can’t hurt me. nothing can. ❞ ❝ anger can be a weapon if you control it. ❞ ❝ whatever it is you seek, i do not have it. you should move on. ❞ ❝ when they find you - and they will - they’ll make things difficult. ❞ ❝ there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: you cannot change. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ we do what me must to survive. ❞ ❝ follow down this path and head for daylight. ❞ ❝ heh. thought you’d be bigger. ❞ ❝ you have a knack for ominous statemants. ❞ ❝ just tell me what i want to know! no need for this to get bloody. ❞ ❝ we all gotta take responsibility sometime, huh? ❞ ❝ that was a waste of a perfectly good apple. ❞ ❝ you think i’m weak, because i’m not like you. ❞ ❝ but…you told me never to go down there. ❞ ❝ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❞ ❝ until our journey is over, one of us must remain focused. ❞ ❝ you must be better than me. understand? ❞ ❝ did something change? the forest feels different now. ❞ ❝ with power comes a big choice. you serve yourself or you serve others. ❞ ❝ do not mistake my silence for lack of grief. ❞ ❝ we are not men. we are more than that. ❞ ❝ i know i was never what you wanted. ❞ ❝ mourn how you wish. leave me to my own. ❞ ❝ hurry! i’m slipping. ❞ ❝ do not allow yourself to feel for them. they do not feel for you. ❞ ❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞ ❝ we do as we please. no excuses. ❞ ❝ your father can kill. are you going to be able to do that? ❞ ❝ accuracy over speed. ❞ ❝ you left me here. again. why don’t you care? ❞ ❝ what, you want a hug? ❞ ❝ finish what you started. ❞ ❝ you know, for someone so strong, you worry a lot. ❞ ❝ you are hunting deer - not chasing it. ❞ ❝ i don’t know you and you don’t know me… don’t seem to want to. ❞ ❝ killing animals i get. they’re food. but people… they’re just trying to survive too. ❞ ❝ do you hear that? it sounds like someone screaming. ❞ ❝ i’m going to cut off your head now. ❞ ❝ it’s…it’s still alive. ❞ ❝ we are here because of you. never forget that. ❞ ❝ do not speak again. ❞ ❝ your anger…you can get lost in it. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to be the smartest man in the world to see that. ❞ ❝ we’ve come so far. there has to be a way. ❞ ❝ don’t you see? they never gave up hope. and neither should we. ❞ ❝ you can change your path. it’s not too late. ❞ ❝ i’ve been to many strange places… but this is a new one. ❞ ❝ oh, cut it out, princess. you’re gonna get me all weepy. ❞ ❝ you are too quick to temper. you a rash, insubordinate and out of control. ❞ ❝ the path ahead is difficult and you are not ready. ❞ ❝ you are not ready - stay back. ❞ ❝ think i’m afraid of you?! you’re nothing to me. ❞ ❝ stay by me. touch nothing. ❞ ❝ you were gone for so long i thought that you… ❞ ❝ you will always be a monster. ❞ ❝ look at me! look at me! ❞ ❝ you are going to have to kill me for that to happen. ❞ ❝ can you kill something that big? ❞ ❝ on our journey we will be attacked by all manner of creature. ❞ ❝ so we’re gonna go toward the creepy singing? ❞ ❝ why are there two beds in there? ❞ ❝ slow down. your haste will cost us. ❞ ❝ i warned you. you would not listen. ❞ ❝ no, wait…i’m not giving up. i just…have to catch my breath. ❞ ❝ well, this is it. it’s been an honor. ❞ ❝ you left me alone to fight. ❞ ❝ are you the last of your family too? ❞ ❝ my mother made it for me. ❞ ❝ fight until we stop or we are dead. ❞ ❝ the last in his realm of all this kind and you shoot him. ❞ ❝ come. no looking back now. ❞ ❝ you’re more concerned with their safety than our goal. ❞ ❝ i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here. ❞ ❝ i’m…sorry for your loss. ❞ ❝ i hoped that’d you, out of all the people i’ve faced, would make me feel something. ❞ ❝ slow and old. you should never have come here. ❞ ❝ that bow’s a little big for you, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ earlier you said people might kill us. i’ll kill them if they try. ❞ ❝ pain we endure. faulty weaponry we do not. ❞ ❝ let me guess…you’re gonna be smug and say we shouldn’t have got involved. ❞ ❝ no. you’ve been gone a long, long time! ❞ ❝ if you try, i’ll try. ❞ ❝ wow, uh…that was something, that fight. ❞ ❝ you did not think it was important to tell me? ❞ ❝ death suits you better. ❞ ❝ is it dishonorable to grow old? ❞ ❝ so unclean. so, so unclean. ❞ ❝ you won’t stop me. ❞ ❝ and i thought my family was fucked up. ❞ ❝ i’m strong. i’m smart. i’m not what you think i am. ❞ ❝ when i require your counsel, i will ask. ❞ ❝ don’t you know when to give up? ❞ ❝ listen to me. i can help. ❞ ❝ you’ve taught me so much. let me teach you something. ❞ ❝ okay. there are a few gaps in my knowledge. ❞ ❝ the path you walk. vengeance. you will find no peace. ❞ ❝ you know i love you. you just can be better. i know you can be. ❞ ❝ let them go. take me instead. ❞ ❝ i’ve never felt more alive. ❞ ❝ no…you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me? ❞ ❝ i used to dream about getting eaten. ❞ ❝ relax. do not think of it as an animal. it is simply a target. ❞ ❝ try to find forgiveness, and we can start something new. ❞ ❝ there is much about me i won’t have you know. ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the term “tempting fate?” ❞ ❝ your memory was a comfort in dark times. ❞ ❝ she meant more to me than you anyway. ❞ ❝ you are not yourself. ❞ ❝ if seeing me dead will make things right, i won’t stop you. ❞ ❝ i’d bow if i could, your majesty. ❞ ❝ then we will go home. to give up this easily, so close to the start… ❞ ❝ only fire when i tell you to fire. ❞ ❝ not my blood. ❞ ❝ nobody’s killed a dragon for hundreds of years. ❞ ❝ are they dead…? oh! not dead! not dead! ❞ ❝ a dangerous beast. we’ll take him down together. ❞
"COULD YOU JUST THINK ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BESIDES YOURSELF FOR ONCE?" + bonnie bennett / @vi0lnt
'' could you not waste my time with your lectures ? '' this little town was starting to feel more of a burden than a game to him . how much longer did his brother intend to stay here ? risk his life for fragile creatures ? pretend he is one of them ? '' but if you seek for an answer to your question . no bonnie , i always think of myself . now be a clever witch and do not get in my way . I tolerate each one of you for stefan . are we clear ? ''
She desires the heat, the summer that seems to soothe her perception ⸻ the smell of pine and mint. Where are her dunes of green hills and blood orange skies? Where are her polyanthus fields and ocean breezes? The daughter of the earth now walks towards the darker night. The eternal death. She’s surprised, in all honesty, that Damiano speaks to her with a tongue as forked as his. This is the cruel arrogance he must have crafted since childhood. How to ward off those who wish to dilute his victories. “You disgust me … you’re sadistic and that’s going to get you killed. Or Stefan killed.” This is not spoken with a mockery of those who do fear the coming winter. It is merely integrity that causes her to voice it with a slow tone of caution. Surely other prey of Damiano’s would move swiftly, but Bonnie moves lazily, languidly. As though she were in the middle of a swampland and he is floating fallen timber. A step towards him, not meant as a threat, but certainly her chin is jutting out with that pride of a Bennett witch. “You know … I’ve learned some new tricks. I’ll make sure to show them to you if you end up hurting any of my friends. Are we clear?”
She is a thing that came back wrong, a girl who did not die when she should have. The weeping wound forever a ghastly reminder that there wasn't a place in the new world for the likes of her; whilst Maggie is kind, her presence does little to fill the gnawing void felt since her first breath. Nothing ever lasted, such tenderness soon to be stolen by the open mouths of the dead, or greedy hands of the living. ‘ I am lonely. ’ Elle wanted to appear brave, nonchalant, utterly unafraid of an isolated fate... she ended up sounding no braver than a fourteen year old. Gaze embraced the older woman's face, every crinkle in her skin, small movements passed to memory like they were terribly important things to remember. ‘ I do not know how to stop being lonely. ’ Soft confession had her eyes tearing downwards, lest Maggie see any evidence of vulnerability; Elle squared her shoulders for good measure, an illusion of strength. This was not the path intended by a mother's guiding hand, it couldn't be. And yet...
Pulled away from bleeding truths by the slight ache in her limbs, the child winced, trying to hide the hiss of pain, though unable to conceal reactions completely. It no longer oozed, and energy was evidently returning, which was a saving grace, she supposed. (A belittling notice she was not normal — anyone else would meet their demise by something so ugly. Not she. Her path is seemingly etched by a cruel and vengeful god, after all.) ‘ Thank you. ’ A whisper in the hot air: it's not in her nature to present savagery, even if it's the only thing she truly comprehended. Her leg twinged far less, the work of a friend (?) breathing pure oxygen into aged, dusty bones. ‘ I don't want to give up... but it is not right here. Bad is everywhere and it hurts. I'm tired. ’ You never got to claim yourself Janessa Ives, but oh, she would have been valiant in this life. She would have been unstoppable. ‘ I do not know if I am strong enough. ’
This story has been told before. The one who wants to be mother - ghost to those who wander. She is ancient, filled with trench - water and soot. How many lives has she been the same woman? War - torn and stunned ⸻ twisted into a misshapen willow tree that dangles her branches in the river below her. She has killed too many gods to count. She is all teeth and all heart ⸻ someone that has felt the knife of loss go deeper each year. The wound - ache spreads. Maggie realizes, as one should, that there is no time like the present to become more solid in self - preservation. Even among a dying world, she understands that the grief - wound has yet to stitch itself closed. This disappoints her, this causes something inside her to sour and suddenly she has an urge to cut out her stomach. Elle seemed too wise to have lived only one life. She seemed busy with memories ⸻ sifting through them like a pile of wet paper. “It’s part of being a survivor, honey. Lonely doesn’t mean alone. You should be growing up in a world that is kind to you, instead … you’re fighting monsters every day.” Her gaze steadies on the younger girl for a moment, expressing a gentle agony. It’s raining outside ⸻ and there’s a sudden yearning for some bit of sunlight. The rain brings nostalgia, those brief memories of a dew - soaked morning. It’s not a miracle they’re here, half - dead. It’s not a miracle she remains half - buried. The inherited curse always seems to circle itself, eventually eating the tail first and then the head. Then the heart. “You can have a family here, if you want it. Strength lies in that. Strength is love and joy, no matter what bad place in the world we end up in, my darlin’ Elle. I see you and I see a warrior … I see you and I see my sister.” A break in the persona, she pauses and finishes closing the tin of the first aid kit silently. When she speaks again this time her voice is raw, groggy and just as tired as the young soul in front of her. “I’ll protect you. One day at a time. Do you believe me?”
Q: GO AWAY. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. (anna marie) @roquish
Raven has a small spine and brittle bones. Not even a rat could worship at her feet. If it were a monstrous urge that held that thin - fleshed organ in its hands, it wasn’t shown on her features. They are dull and managed well, dried out under the sun until her skin pulls taut. The face of an angel she wears now is one she saw during a trip to Sweden. It was in the late nineties. Mystique wonders what her name was. If she grew up spitting at those deemed different. “Are you expecting someone different?” Voice damages the mirage, comes out raspy and half - awake ⸻ her true voice. She takes a seat at the bar top besides the other mutant. Thigh crossing atop her other, skin rippling down to take the image of a certain card carrying thief. “Is this better?” His voice now, the accent thick and genuine. Oh, she could pretend to be anyone in the world and still they would not see her as anything other than sick. But would she tell them if she was cured? Cured from that unescapable grave, the holy - soil ⸻ the heathen - dirt of whatever land she fights on. Greed and war and tart seeds of hate. Mask of skin is pulled once more to reveal her previous disguise, blonde hair and full lips. She smiles here, a tease, before she lifts two fingers to order a drink. “I am dying for a martini … don’t be so afraid to live. Order what you want. It’s on me … or technically the bartender.”
Q: IT’S NOT YOUR PROBLEM … IT’S OUR PROBLEM. (maggie duval) @doomdays
Now, it feels like a century. Years - deep, this wound. Her heart is still unable to comprehend how to piece itself back together. The nights come and they leave her the bones of other rituals ⸻ but then the morning comes and she’s colder than before. Like a reaper, a snakeskin - keeper ⸻ she is neither here nor gone. She is merely existing on the sole promise of torment. Or so she thinks. So the months have felt slow and dragged out, living in fear and paranoia. Emma knows there are only so many slices a mind can mend. Only so many psychological torments she can survive. “I didn’t mean to bring you into this … I didn’t want to bring you into this.” Response sounds submerged in some deeper grief, a shame that surrounds her neck and squeezes out a dry half - sob. Daughter - hood is the lingering perception of monarchy. How the mother soothes and scolds all at once, how Emma would rather sift through dead faces of those she cares for than to eat more disappointed looks. A blink as she turns away, the coffee shop still slightly busy despite the late hour. “I’m off in an hour, Mom. I have to continue my life, or I'll be stuck in the past forever. You know how difficult it is to come back from it, too.”
Q: IT IS MY FAULT, I THINK, THAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN TO FEAR ME. (homelander) @voughtpride
Billy knows how to decipher the bitterness in another hound’s tone. How to translate those tensed up shoulders, bruised knuckles that twitch and snap. He knows how to survive as a beast, but certainly not as a soft - boned peach. He hadn’t been sleeping ⸻ but that’s nothing new. Insomnia just catered to his paranoia, and paranoia sedated his habit of drowning in memories. Or non - memories. The purgatory of self. A grunt of acknowledgement to the half - shrouded figure in his kitchen. He doesn’t believe this is real, but all in all what good would it do if it was? “That’s what the whole bloody thing is to you, eh?” The grimace he offers is not a smile, it is white - toothed ⸻ he always looks like he’s saliva - filled and ready for the attack. Foamed mouth, empty stomach. The gods made him a mean thing, but Homelander should know that. Homelander should know the many qualms of creation. This is mostly to tease, mostly to shake that entitlement from the other’s blood. Warm the tongue, warm the rage. “A pissing contest between false gods, the lot of you.” It’s almost said as a whisper, a gruff noise of speaking fills the otherwise silent kitchen. It’s after midnight and only the hue of the small light above the stove - top beckons the way. “Nothing more than a limp dick in spandex, ain’t you?” A sigh, dramatically placed between them like the signal of a rehearsed play's intermission. "I'd offer you some tea, but ... well, I'd rather cut me balls off."
deathless ♚ sentence meme
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
You are going to break your promise. I understand.
You’re lonely too.
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
I am your servant.
I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
For you alone I will be weak.
I belong here, and you will not deny me.
I say these things, and the world listens.
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
I moved the earth and the water for you.
You will always run away with her.
You will always lose her.
You will always be a fool.
You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
You have already done all of this and will do it again.
No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
There need never be any rules between us.
Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
I can’t abide a poor liar.
You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
In his own country, Death can be kind.
What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
I am no one; I am nothing.
Nothing in me was not made by you.
A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
I have learned to watch everything die.
I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
Are we not devils?
No one is now what they were before the war.
I have not seen you without your skin on.
Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
We obsess. It’s in our nature.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
In war you must always choose sides.
If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
After love, no one is what they were before.
I have survived, but I have not been spared.
In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
You will be so beautiful when you are old.
I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
I still want to kiss you.
My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
What happens to anything beautiful?
I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
@vi0lnt SENT AN OWL.
"BEG ME FOR MERCY." with daenerys targaryen, | prompt.
❝ i have not begged for mercy in well two hundred years. ❞ ⸻ the dragonseed spoke without fear; regal in his composure, bordering on apathy. they are of the same blood, ( even if he had favored his mother's baratheon genes in womb ) but as decades passed —– as dragons grew smaller & weaker each generation / befitting of their bonded humans, so did his attatchment to his, so called, family. ❝ the last queen i had was rhaenyra targaryen —– it is her forgivness & mercy i wish for; not yours. ❞ the rightful heir to the iron throne, as was king viserys will. as if a stranger, displaced in time, does the rider of the emerald mountain speak such names. it was not dry history to him. he would not fall into a passionate rant before the silver dragon queen —– marble throat never meant to speak in mourning tones.
❝ mind you —– the iron throne & mantle of lords interests me none. ❞ clearly so; his was the wisdom of ages, nagini had outgrown even balerion the black dread —– yet not a single finger was lifted to claim that hideous throne for himself, or defend the royal family from the usurper stag's rebellion.
That tiredness of following a path that led to nothing and more nothing. Like a staircase missing a step in the darkness. The destination will never be reached. Not in its entirety ⸻ not when the dragon - fire lingers beneath her skin like an angry revolt of centuries. Remember, the hand said to the mouth: you have your father’s eyes, if he were a sickness ⸻ if he were grave - written. Isn’t that a symptom of destiny? Back - bone sturdy, yet the mind is bruised. It cracks and splits open in the hot sun, the desert floor burning the bottom of her feet until they blister. She has swallowed rage and humility, she has suffered the wrath of her brother only to see him eaten by what drove him to cruelty. If this were another unfamiliar face that spits denial, she would see to it that the flesh would sizzle and melt all night long. However, she stills with the wicked motion of a witch gone mad. Only for a moment. Only one slow heartbeat of time. “She lives through me now … as do all my ancestors. Does my face betray that claim?” A challenge, made through gritted teeth ⸻ that slickness of entitlement crawling up her spine like a cold sweat. Her children linger in the air around them. Mid - size, still no match for those dragons of old days. The shadows they cast on the ground, however, prove they are still large and hungry, protective over their mother. Daenerys tilts her head slightly, a hesitant expression on her face. Curious, but even those with sharp wits can fall to ill luck when curiosity leads them. “What interests you, if not titles and thrones, hm?”
her heart soared and she felt like a little girl stuck in the dark again, not knowing what to say --- or that she ought to say anything in return, even. cassandra knew of words but only recently knew them as they were. violence was her language. brutal, raw, like her father had taught her to extreme perfection. now she looked into bruce wayne’s eyes, saw a reflection of her own figure deep within --- screaming at her, telling her to run and deny and above all, to lash. cut a hound, make it howl in pain, and one day it will bite your flash and draw your blood. but cas was broken beyond the ideals. she remained waiting for a hand to reach with intention of caressing her scarred skin, of feeding her on the mouth. now he was here. but why?
@vi0lnt's bruce sent: i won't let anything happen to you.
❛ you’re too late for that. ❜ no resentments. her world had no place for heroes like him. batman could use the darkness as his tool — cassandra had it as her caretaker. she bit her nails, now, staring up at her shoeless feet upon his sofa. beloved alfred had brought a blanket, and wrapped in it, she looked too small for her age. ❛ i thank you for everything. you know that. you taught me all that matters. a family, you and them. but-but you can’t promise me that because we’re facing… ❜ it escaped her and she wanted to scream, allowing only a breathe to talk hold shakingly before slipping. ❛ those crazy. it is a risk we take, together. ❜ together.
Bruce watches Cassandra closely and listens with intensive concentration. Sitting along on the sofa in front of the tall fireplace, roaring with light and warmth. It seems to echo throughout his mansion, as if it was taunting him. How empty the rest of the building is. How the cold spots seem to move each morning. He moves as though he were calculating each footstep, perhaps he was. This is new territory. He treats all uncertainty with strategy. “A risk I would take any day … if it means protecting you.” A nod of encouragement, but the shoulders are stiff and unsure. He is small here in the large halls of grandness. He is helpless. The more people he lets into his world, the smaller it becomes. He worries, he bites his tongue, he sleeps rarely. Finally, he moves with a more fluid motion. He takes a seat on the small lounge chair to the side of the couch. It smells like leather, a vague scent of sandalwood. Dark eyes softening at the edges, but still the back is to the fireplace ⸻ his face is shrouded as it always will be. “Who would I be if I couldn’t promise your safety? Who would Batman be?” A pause, his glance turns downwards now. The polished mahogany floors stare back at him, just as perplexed at his admittance as he is. “Hungry? Let's see if Alfred can whip up some grilled cheese sandwiches. He's not retired yet, is he?”
