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i think i'm going to begin the process of transferring my blogs over. So, hold onto your butts, guys.

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i think i'm going to begin the process of transferring my blogs over. So, hold onto your butts, guys.

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Why do you fear? 

It was a question that not many people would care to answer. Instinct, rationality, words used by Enyaba, but as for Cordelia—

“Lack of understanding.” 

He cocked a head at her, enough that the moonlight split into halves; pools of it sinking into the floor, as if walking on fresh snow. 

“Oh? Care to explain?” His words pricked at her. He always had a curiosity to him with those around them and their true motivations, it was part of why all the agents either revered him or feared him. 

Cordelia has come to know his innermost thoughts; a psychiatrist without the degree, all due to her Stand. 

She stopped. “Fear is hardwired into human beings, surely. But with that comes having to understand fear – animals, especially people, are told biologically to fear things they do not understand. There’s no backup plan, no advantage, to bankrupt your other emotions.” 

That earned her a hum in response. He ran his fingers through his hair, lips pursed into an impressed smirk. 

“You didn’t fully answer my question, Cordelia. Why do you fear?” 

Now, that was another question entirely. 

“I… don’t have an answer for you. To feel is to be human, and to fear is to continue to be one.” 

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NO LIGHT WITHOUT DARKNESS .. an assortment of quotes from season 2 of shadow and bone.

we've been framed for murder.

why is the sun so important to a privateer?

there's a whole world to see once we're not fugitives.

you think you know who you are not because you've suffered for a moment?

are you willing to sacrifice that which is most precious to you?

what you just did was impressive and also very illegal.

i have returned, and i made some new friends.

there's adventure, danger, money? now you're speaking my language.

the past informs everything. it is the wound that will not heal.

perhaps now you’re getting an inkling of what it’s like to be hunted.

you live in a single moment. i live in a thousand.

there is a cost, always, to making difficult choices.

suffering is as cheap as clay and twice as common.

it will give me some comfort to know you’re with me, in the shadows.

let’s go take down the king.

the trick is not to love anything.

being myself is a luxury I cannot often indulge.

all creatures have a weakness.

i was always honest with you with the things that matter.

i have seen what you truly are, and i have never turned away. i never will.

the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.

you can’t unlearn that sort of hatred.

the power was angry, but it was mine, mine alone.

the whole world will hear it when I make her scream.

home. so much about it defines who you become.

this isn’t a return home; it’s a return to the scene of the crime.

who are you without your vengeance?

fight me as long as you’re able. you’ll find i have more practice with eternity.

i’m the final piece of the puzzle.

know that i loved you. know that it was not enough.

i’ll never know a love more than this.

you’re all I’ve ever wanted. you’re the whole of my heart.

you have a bad habit of acting a fool and calling it heroic.

there is no light without darkness.

without me, know that they will come for you.

if this path leads me back to you, we’ll know what we have is ours, and ours alone. choice. not destiny. choice.

there is no place for secrets when you sit upon the throne.

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In a real bad mood folks, I don't feel very welcome here atm.

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Someone give me a word to work with and I’ll write a fic around it!

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Why do you fear? 

It was a question that not many people would care to answer. Instinct, rationality, words used by Enyaba, but as for Cordelia—

“Lack of understanding.” 

He cocked a head at her, enough that the moonlight split into halves; pools of it sinking into the floor, as if walking on fresh snow. 

“Oh? Care to explain?” His words pricked at her. He always had a curiosity to him with those around them and their true motivations, it was part of why all the agents either revered him or feared him. 

Cordelia has come to know his innermost thoughts; a psychiatrist without the degree, all due to her Stand. 

She stopped. “Fear is hardwired into human beings, surely. But with that comes having to understand fear – animals, especially people, are told biologically to fear things they do not understand. There’s no backup plan, no advantage, to bankrupt your other emotions.” 

That earned her a hum in response. He ran his fingers through his hair, lips pursed into an impressed smirk. 

“You didn’t fully answer my question, Cordelia. Why do you fear?” 

Now, that was another question entirely. 

“I… don’t have an answer for you. To feel is to be human, and to fear is to continue to be one.” 

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Someone give me a word to work with and I’ll write a fic around it!

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Someone give me a word to work with and I’ll write a fic around it!

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I think I’m gonna begin the process of moving blogs, so hold on you guys!!

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❝ Come and take the night air with me. ❞ 

@rejectshumanity

The offer was tempting. All that laid bare before her at the moment were things that related to the night; all of it, piled or spread thickly across her room, told of how prepared she truly was for a visit from Lord DIO. She needed the time to clear her head, considering that she was rather stuck on something and her frustration was becoming visible.

❝ my lord. ❞ She rose to her feet from her position, sat on the ground with her papers. ❝ of course, I’d be honored. ❞ 

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[Sentence Starters] The Favourite (2018)

Feel free to add context, change pronouns, names, jobs, and anything else you need to change to make these work for you! Have fun! ^-^ Slight content warning for some strong language & violence.

❝ Love has limits. ❞

❝ I fell out of a carriage. ❞

❝ Are you going to cry? Really? ❞

❝ How we first met, tell me that. ❞ 

❝ When I was 15, my father lost me in a card game. ❞

❝ Do not come near me whining today or I will crush your tiny heart to liver. ❞

❝ Keep him away from me or I will pull his liver out and eat it with a cornichon. ❞

❝ __ is a fop and a prat and smells like a 96-year-old French whore’s vajuju. ❞

❝ A man’s dignity is the one thing that holds him back from running amok. ❞

❝ Sometimes a lady likes to have some fun. ❞

❝ Borrow anything you want. ❞

❝ I have a thing for the weak. ❞

❝ You must not be foolish and brave. Be smart and safe, I beg you. ❞

❝ Stay with me tonight. ❞

❝ Let’s shoot something. ❞

❝ Desire safety and favor above all else. ❞

❝ There’s always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it. ❞

❝ I will make a killer of you yet. ❞

❝ Perhaps you dreamt of me. ❞

❝ A ball is for dancing and eating those horseradish and venison puffs. ❞ 

❝ It is important to make new friends, is it not? ❞

❝ Come and take the night air with me. ❞ 

❝ I am a person of honor even if my station is not. ❞

❝ You’re pretty when outraged. ❞

❝ So my secrets are safe with you? ❞

❝ Stay a while! No, take the day off! I command it. ❞

❝ If I grilled you, you’d make a delightful meal. ❞

❝ Each one that dies, a little bit of you goes with them. ❞

❝ You have… intrigued me. ❞

❝ It could be said I’ve fallen far. ❞

❝ You’re handsome. No wonder you cover it up. ❞

❝ You are too sensitive. ❞

❝ You are too mean and uncaring some days. ❞

❝ If I were a man, I would ravish you. ❞

❝ Hello! Remember me? ❞

❝ Do you want to get punched? ❞

❝ I have just now decided to marry you. ❞

❝ I imagine you will not sleep tonight. I can stay and sit with you. ❞

❝ I think you are a pretty little liar that I have misjudged. ❞

❝ Your tongue seems uncharacteristically still. ❞

❝ You do not want me as an enemy. As it turns out, I am capable of much unpleasantness. ❞ 

❝ Without __, I’m nothing. ❞

❝ It hurts. Everything hurts. Everyone leaves me. Dies. ❞

❝ You are a beautiful person. You glow with loveliness. ❞

❝ My life is like a maze I continually think I have gotten out of, only to find another corner right in front of me. ❞

❝ Hell. I’m sure you shall pass through it one day. ❞

❝ Obviously, you still have some anger to expiate. ❞

❝ Do not try to manage this, as you cannot. ❞

❝ You will be as I wish you to be from now on, do you understand? ❞

❝ What a strange sight you are, my dear. ❞

❝ I think I’m becoming quite sentimental as I get older. ❞

❝ I didn’t think you had the capacity for sentimentality. ❞ 

❝ I wish you could love me as __ does. ❞

❝ I feel a surge of desire to see your nose broken. ❞

❝ Some wounds do not close. I have many of such. ❞

❝ I dreamt I stabbed you in the eye. ❞    

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So, here's a short ficlet from a year or two ago:

Egypt was a land of antiquity, treasured for its gift of the Nile that coursed through it and delivered water to its heart like a vein heavy with lifeblood or sands that seemed to hold time itself. But tonight, the focus was detracted from the clustered streets of Cairo and even the famed pyramids that stood watch for a millenia took note of a phenomena predating them to when they were mere pebbles.  

Meteor showers. 

Flickers of light jetted across the heavens, sparkled with neighboring stars that spectated as much as her; their kin burning as they kissed Earth’s atmosphere square across its clouds, warm exhales of ozone, and at the cool crown of its head at its ice caps. It was like witnessing a fleeting, yet loving embrace between two lovers split by lightyears. Time could be the only thing to hold them apart as they danced. 

An astronomer could dream, be as imaginative as any artist with their palette. But this– this was their claim to fame. A voice of reason for their activity; silver toys that trained along in a flash to an amateur observer. 

“It’s hard to believe these were the same stars you saw a hundred years ago in London,” Cordelia reminisced, body braced against the guardrail of her personal balcony. 

A low, distant hum met with her words in response. Burning eyes torching a hole in her back as he watched the comets flicker and fade. It always struck her as ironic for him to have the glow of two fiery suns in his eyes, but never being able to feel its rays. Perhaps it made her feel pity,  sunlight warming your skin was really what made humans feel alive. But as he’s said in confidence, a god does not weep for mortal things, they only watch. 

She was lucky, if there was such a thing. Vampires rarely left potential blood bags unscathed in their presence. But for whatever reason, Lord DIO took a shine to this mortal and spared her of his fangs and an untimely demise. A small loss though, young women were his favorite drink, better than any cup of sweet red wine or an entire box of chocolate morsels.

Yet here she stood, the exception. If mortals weren’t meals, they were either tools or subjects and their shelf life tended to be short at his hands. She stood somewhere in the middle with her tact and a power the two shared with harboring a Stand in a way he couldn’t quite describe.    

“Hardly,” he mused, cutting through the doorway as smooth as smoke to stand beside her. “The fog was too thick most days.”

“That bad, huh?” 

“London choked itself in smog, there were many days where the occupants had to shutter their windows or close their shops to keep an iota of air,” Dio recalled, thinking of the shortage of food from his pantry as a child and the drunken chatter of his father about it just being ‘a cough of dirt’ in the way of his next drink. “But never out at the Joestar’s mansion, their prestige bought their quality of life with their fresh air and boundless countryside. Never once did they suffer, over food, over drinks, the only thing they suffered from was what any noble family does: stale recreation.” 

Cordelia sunk her face into her palm and planted her elbow onto the cold metal of the rail, scoping towards the herculean man at her side. “Rich people nowadays are either boring or chocked full of hereditary drama.” 

“So I’ve been told.” He smiled hushly, revealing a row of canines that threatened to puncture his bottom lips. “But that didn’t stop them, or them from continuing their lineage.” 

He gestured his head to the pyramids that sat in the horizon, candles to the handle of the Big Dipper that stretched across the evening sky. Who knew what Egyptian pharaohs and their nobility lives were like? Aside from a few hieroglyphs and tombs filled with their earthly belongings, their history was written--- but the peasants, the backbone of this inhabitable desert, their lives were rarely painted on the temple walls. 

“If that’s the case, don’t you think they’ll die out?” she questioned her lord, “All stars have to die out eventually.” 

His back blistered at that sentiment, namely towards the back of his shoulder. The Joestar birthmark, a written reminder of the temple he occupied and the descendants that wanted it back. He pressed his manicured hand at it, squeezing at his flesh.

“No, not these.” His tone was curt, a harsh blow to the astronomer’s question. “These expand, eat more stars, and grow. They are more of a singularity rather than a simple star you see twinkling in the distance.” 

“And I’ll never underestimate them again.” 

The night ticked through as any other, giving way to day again as it inevitably would. 

But her Lord, in a blink, retreated. And she was left alone, comforted by only the warmth of the morning sun. 

Too bad it was just another star that her lord could never conquer. 

She reminded herself of this moment after many years, when her Lord’s star set beneath the horizon to sink forever. And like a child, she dreamed of the stars granting her a wish that someday, a new star would bloom in the sky.

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// Should I see about posting some more (unfinished) ficlets? Would anyone be interested in seeing them?

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They live behind the SUNSHINE⸻Separated from us, INFINITELY FAR. They must CLING to the STARS, so they don't FALL FROM THE SKY !

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❝ perhaps not.❞ delia didn’t have a straight answer. ❝ to think of it hypothetically is something that every historian’s dream. what if this side won, this side lost,  what if Alexander the Great persevered through his illness, etcetera. it isn’t something I typically think of as a scientist, but then again, all of science is full of probability, history is mostly conclusive. ❞ 

her extensive background as an astrophysicist didn’t call for a question such as that, but it did call to her philosophy. her position remained staunch; emerald-greens focusing on his presence as she took a seat in a neighboring chair. 

❝ we sit in a precarious position, my lord,❞ she warns, as if this discussion would plunge them into the depths of uncertainties.  but she decides to raise him with another question. ❝ do you think the world would be a much different place if britain decided not to extend its domain? I think if it wasn’t for that competition, we’d be doing without a lot of things, but I want to believe that we would eventually reach that point of advancement.  ❞ 

❝ consider it done, ❞   he says absentmindedly. of course, her reward is contingent upon his satisfaction with her service, but he spares her the reminder. it should go without saying.

❝ do you think that humanity would have achieved this feat, were it not for the cold war between the americans and the soviets? ❞   DIO closes his book and sets it aside, turning his head to meet cordelia's eyes.   ❝ some of the greatest technological advancements arose from the deadliest competitions. ❞