TO MOVE WITH ONES MIND

with great 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 [18+]

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MIINDMOVED ---> WRISTFLICKED

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got the computer but its the first week of new work and the hours are killer to get used to, so shall get on tomorrow after i get home to set everything up! pls put up with me just a little bit longer lol. i should dive into drafts once its all new and shiny.

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got my charger so can chat ooc if anyone wants to, but my computer has seemingly not shipped out even though it was supposed to today. thankfully i was able to back up all of my icons before it broke for good tho loll. otherwise i would probably have died if i had to find/make everything again for ALL of my blogs.

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computer broken. getting a replacement. not dead i promise

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with the lucifer fandom so active tonight it makes me want to jump up into it with sophie lol. she’d fit in perfect, powers or not.

[inpulsafinis-deactivated2022050]

✨Wholesome ✨

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got the job that i interviewed for the other day, but now i gotta do a three hour video thing and then another one CLOSER to my actual start date. theres gonna be a lot to learn i guess lol. so count me out for most of the night. sorry hahaha.

[fightknifemoved]

                      … WHAT AN INJUSTICE.

est. april 2019.  sideblog to @sniperwithasmoke.  non-roleplay blogs DO NOT reblog. written by alex.          © 

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“ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” (also vanya)

❝It CAN leave.❞ It’s a simple statement. One that’s said with a quiet little smile            as pen scribbles SOMETHING DOWN on the note pad in front of her. Eyes never once leave Vanya however. It’s a skill she’s picked up from years of being a therapist. Keep your full attention on the matter at hand. It made things more personable. ❝We just have to keep PICKING at it, to find all the roots that the sadness have laid down. I know it’s hard, but you’ve already made good progress don’t you think?❞ Sophie did. Vanya had been isolated her whole life though, it wouldn’t just go away within a session or two.

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“ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” (and now for something competely different... allison lol)

❝Maybe                                  ❞ Sophie remained quiet for a moment with her arms crossed loosely over her chest. There wasn’t anything truly WRONG with what Allison said, but still, the blonde didn’t quite agree. But could she say that? No one here really KNEW her. Aside from Luther of course, and for an outsider looking in, she felt out of place. Did she have any right to contradict what the actress thought? For a long moment she thought that NO ... she may not have but she couldn’t help herself in the end. Blue eyes look up to the other woman and she attempted a half smile. If nothing else, to tell Allison that she meant no harm. ❝But would you not just be LIVING with those same monsters in the end anyway? It’s one thing to mask it and IGNORE it, but they never truly leave you that way.❞

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partsofthemachine​:

It feels rude to lay back down. But there’s no strength left in Luther’s body to fight against Sophie’s gentle pushing. And the bed is so welcoming. Almost as soon as his head hits the pillows, his eyelids flutter close. He thinks it would be so easy to fall asleep right now. Maybe he’d be lucky enough not to wake up.

That feels rude, too. Or selfish, at least. He needs to be here for her. It’s one thing for him to be left alone in this house with Dad But it’s another, darker thing entirely to let Sophie be here all alone. She’s too soft and kind. She’ll break if Dad has his way. As much as Luther might crack, might bend under the force of everything, he doesn’t break. Not really.

He forces himself to open his eyes again and look at Sophie. “Got it,”  he agrees softly. He offers her a small smile back. Awkward and lopsided. His bruised cheek aches but he doesn’t let that deter him from trying to rebuild the facade that he’s okay. Everything’s okay. She doesn’t need to worry about him.

Once he lays back down, Sophie relaxes. Her smile GROWS with the slumping of his shoulders and for a moment she allows him to rest. He did NEED it after all. But as his eyes flicker open a moment later and he AGREES that she’s not going anywhere, her eyes TEAR UP unexpectedly and a frown replaces her once easy smile. Yes, SHE HATED to see him this way, but that didn’t require tears. So why was she so close to crying all of a SUDDEN? Then it hit her                  the sadness that overwhelmed her, wasn’t her own. Not solely at least. A single hand rose to dab at the corners of her eyes and with a sigh she lifted herself from the perch she had found on the edge of his bed. 

She wasn’t going to leave him alone, but she couldn’t just SIT there and cry because what he was feeling internally was too much to handle. The blonde sighed softly and walked towards his bedroom door. With a gentle press, the door was LOCKED and for a single moment she felt safely tucked away within the large house. Reginald surely wouldn’t have come to check on him anyways, but she didn’t want to take any chances. The LAST thing he needed was the father that sent him on the suicide mission in the first place. Once secure in the fact that they were alone, the young woman made her way back towards his bed. But not wanting to INTRUDE on his space any further than she had already, she forced the chair that was tucked in the corner of his room to move. 

It levitated several inches off from the GROUND and found its new home beside him. Sophie then collapsed into it. The material was soft to the touch, and it enveloped her like a warm hug as she relaxed back into the plush lining. While her body grew loose however, her mind continued to rage war internally. This wasn’t FAIR. None of it was. Sophie looked over at Luther and bit her lip. Would it be overstepping her bounds to say it out loud?           Before she could come to a conclusion, she heard her own voice speak up in the silence. ❝Why did you STAY?❞

[lilithmemes]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜  

  ❛   oh god _____ , i can feel you doing it around my cock. i can feel you – that’s it , baby. fuck yourself on me.   ❜  

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“ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” - from fightknife

misc starters @fightknife

❝              You know ... there’s a LOT to unpack there. But lets make a deal that we talk about it AFTER we live through this yeah?❞ Peering out at the MASS of Commission officers in the field, Sophie couldn’t help but SMILE. Their situation was dire, sure - but at least Diego was able to keep her outlook somewhat light. They were all fuck ups, whether she had grown up with them or not. They were DIFFERENT. And therefore forced down a different path than the rest of humanity, but at least they were together. Had each others backs. The blonde pulled herself back into the cover she held with the man beside her and peered over at him. She was nervous, that much was OBVIOUS but she shot him a smile either way. What a way to go.

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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes  part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 ) 

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ” “ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ” “ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ” “ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ” “ fear is the absence of understanding. ” “ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ” “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ” “ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ” “ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ” “ the body is rot waiting to happen. ” “ you will never have loved for nothing. ” “ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ” “ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ” “ we don’t know where you came from. ” “ we need you to go back. ” “ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ” “ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ” “ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ” “ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ” “ if only you weren’t less human for it. ” “ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ” “ die due to carelessness. ” “ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ” “ you are dazzling and terrifying. ” “ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ” “ pick a place and die there. ” “ i know you mean well. ” “ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” “ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ” “ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ” “ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ” “ i worry. ” “ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ” “ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ” “ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ” “ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ” “ make room for small, fragile things. ” “ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ” “ stranger things have happened. ” “ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ” “ let none be the noose. ” “ take what you can and run. ” “ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ” “ understanding builds bridges. ” “ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” “ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ” “ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ” “ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ” “ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ” “ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” “ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” “ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ” “ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ” “ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ” “ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” “ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ” “ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ” “ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ” “ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ” “ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ” “ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ” “ even spectres can tire. ” “ it pays to kill with kindness. ” “ you’re your own worst enemy. ” “ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ” “ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ” “ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ” “ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

[seasreign]

 my  father  was  a  lighthouse  keeper        .        my  mother  was  a  queen        .        they  were  never  meant  to  meet        ,        but  their  love  saved  the  world        .        they  made  me  what  i  am        .        a  son  of  the  land        ,        a  king  of  the  seas        .        i  am  the  protector  of  the  deep        .      i  am  aquaman        .

independent  and  private      .      arthur  curry  ,  aka  aquaman       .        movies-  &  research-based  with  comics  influences        .        written  by  katherine        .

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“ they  say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t . ”

❝The LESSER of two evils.❞ Sophie nods her head in understanding. She GETS the point that is being presented to her, but she doesn’t necessarily agree to it. Not on the WHOLE at least. ❝                      What people tend to forget ... and I think it’s VERY important, is that the lesser of two evils is STILL inherently evil itself. How can one expect ANY change, if they just go bouncing from one known evil to the next?❞ The blonde sighed softly. It was HARD to forge into the unknown in order to try something new ... but eventually it would have to be done. 

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muse-gathering​:

[Ben looked up at her voice, even while Klaus continued to rummage through the refrigerator for blending purposes. Honestly? He felt bad for her. In fact, he even felt guilty. To think, he was dead but still felt largely responsible. For once, Luther and Diego agreed on something: Sophie would not be allowed to replace Ben. Yet, she had not asked to replace him. It wasn’t her fault Reginald put her in Ben’s old room and framed it that way. She couldn’t help that Reginald found her impressive; she couldn’t know the fact that this frustrated most of them. How long they strove for such compliments to no avail, yet how easily they came to her. It was almost like their father was trying to alienate her.]

Klaus didn’t even glance up when she said his name. He had nothing against her, but Luther did not need to pin him to the wall a second time to make his point. They called his claim disrespectful, but he hadn’t been trying to be funny. Ben really was right there! He’d really done it. Perhaps if he hadn’t been kind of high when he tried to tell them, his brothers would have been more receptive. Cross-fading did him wonders, though; he always managed peaceful sleep if he didn’t overdo it and feel too nauseous. Klaus decided on his blendables: an avocado, a plate of left over waffles, ketchup, a slice of blueberry pie, leftover chicken, chocolate sauce, and some pickles. He placed these items on the counter, closed the refrigerator, and began to seek out the blender. He wasn’t exactly certain where it was, but they must have one. 

[Ben sighed softly as Klaus ignored her, moving to the archway and popping his head through a couple walls even though the action made him uncomfortable. Ben knew he was dead, but he didn’t particularly enjoy feeling dead, “…Klaus, no one’s around. Just say hi to her.”] Klaus’s movements slowed.

To Klaus, she wasn’t replacing Ben. For him, Ben was right here telling him to talk to her. He also wasn’t jealous of her. Their father called him his greatest disappointment directly to his face; Klaus would never attain his approval. That was so far out of reach that he’d stopped trying before Ben even passed away. They were all better than him, so what difference did it make that she was too? He trusted Ben, and Klaus had just lied to him and kept dwelling on how he might have kept his brother from the light just to watch Klaus drink. He kind of owed him, right? He would talk to her, “Hi, Sophie.” Besides, she was the only living sibling, if he could consider her one, that Klaus didn’t already owe money.

A SMILE flickered across her features - but as quickly as it had appeared, it faded away. She felt GUILTY for smiling. For enjoying a day, a moment, a second. Her parents were DEAD and they were never coming back. And she had the audacity to feel happy? The guilt weighed heavily on her chest and honestly even if she hadn’t been placed next to Klaus in the evening and kept awake with HIS emotions, her own would have surely done the trick. Reginald called himself her new father. He called his ‘children’ her siblings - but she didn’t want that. She didn’t WANT a new family. She have loved the one that she had. But she had needed a place to go, and he had taken her in. So could she lash out in such a regard and deny him the title? Perhaps, but so far she hadn’t done anything of the sort. 

❝Hi.❞ The single word was soft, but feeling as though he was ACCEPTING her into his space, she inched in. At first, she made her way JUST inside the door way, but as she watched him rummaging, and noticed the random pieces of food on the counter she couldn’t help but feel curious. Eyebrows knitted together and she soon found herself coming closer. And with this new proximity she could feel his anxiety. His GUILT, but for what, she didn’t know. The internal question made her brows furrow even further together, but instead of voicing those concerns she focused in on something else. After all - it was RUDE to intrude into peoples minds. Even done so as adjacently as she was capable. Even done so ACCIDENTALLY.

❝What are you DOING?❞ Eyeing the food on the counter once more, her head cocked to the side. Slender digits curled around the top rung of the nearest chair and she WATCHED. Blue eyes concentrated on the scene before her. Of course she couldn’t have seen the OTHER in the room with them, but if she had been able to, she would have been GRATEFUL. The only one willing to let her into their lives. Vanya may have offered her sorrow for her loss, but even THAT girl had been otherwise kept from her. Perhaps she was the one being kept from the group however and Sophie just hadn’t realized that yet.