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YOU GUYS ARE JUST AS FUCKED UP AS I AM. YOU'RE JUST BETTER AT LYING TO YOURSELVES ABOUT IT. YOU'RE NOT HEALTHY. YOU'RE NOT STABLE. YOU'RE LIVING ON THE BRINK ——— JUST LIKE ME. by steph.

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YOU GUYS ARE JUST AS FUCKED UP AS I AM. YOU'RE JUST BETTER AT LYING TO YOURSELVES ABOUT IT. YOU'RE NOT HEALTHY. YOU'RE NOT STABLE. YOU'RE LIVING ON THE BRINK ——— JUST LIKE ME. by steph.

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ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS S2E05 "Blisters and Bedrock"

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I can not, in good conscience, stand idly by while people are in danger.

That doesn’t change, no matter who I have to face.

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more angst prompts

'maybe we should take a break.' 'we were never right for each other.' 'don't lie to yourself.' 'don't die. please.' 'don't go. don't leave me here alone.' 'i couldn't even do one simple thing.' 'nothing's going right.' 'say that to my face.' 'are you happy now?' 'is this what you wanted?' 'everyone always leaves.' 'i lost everything.' 'i don't know how much more of this i can take.' 'i can't do it. i can't-' 'don't look at me.' 'i don't think we're right for each other.' 'you need to stay away from me.' 'i'm bad for you.' 'haven't you had enough?' 'there's nothing left.' 'this is it.' 'i want to help you. let me help you.' 'all is fair in love and war.' 'i think you've done enough.' 'i'm a nobody.' 'you can't go! you'll die!' 'move! get out of the way!' 'i can't move.' 'read my lips. we're over.' 'don't walk away from me.' 'i didn't want to hurt you. i just couldn't stop.' 'i feel like i can't talk to you anymore.' 'this is killing me.' 'you weren't there when i needed you.' 'i wish, just once, you could love me like this.' 'maybe i liked the lies a little too much.' 'don't go where i can't follow.' 'i can't just let this go.' 'i would've given you everything.' 'please, just for tonight, let's forget what happened.' 'i hate you. i hate that i still love you.' 'i'm not ready to say goodbye...' 'well...always did say i'd end up getting myself killed.' 'please, for once, be honest with me. did you love me?' 'was any of it real?' 'all of that...and for what? are you happy now?' 'sometimes it's just the wrong person at the wrong time.' 'i really did love you, if you can believe me.' 'i can't forgive you for this. never for this.' 'did it hurt you, too?' 'lying is your first language, isn't it?' 'how do i trust you now?' 'i'd let you hurt me over and over again. anything to have you close to me.'

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@gaevaer asked: tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

lured up from the rain spattered ground outside the bay windows, its flag stoned surface painted like an oil slick under the falling dusk, the disconsolate heft of vi's glance only fleetingly crossed cait's searching stare. ( a rueful one, still heavy with the cast - off anchor made up of every dead and buried council member's vacant seat. )

it might have been easier if she didn't: if cait had just left her to her wounds that night in the lanes, or if she'd grit her teeth and let her take the fateful shot that might've saved her mother's life. but nothing vi had ever fought for had come easy. nothing she'd wrestled to keep had ever been without pain. in the undercity, always overshadowed in the dark by piltover's grandeur and polluted by its ignorance, nothing — not valued or otherwise — was ever so effortlessly earned.

neither was love — and letting it in.

" screw that, " she returned, a watery, flimsy proxy for everything she'd wanted to say. everything that she'd tried to drink, punch, and self - annihilate away, to no avail. " it's always been real, cait. "

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*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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@officrnolen asked: ❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

if vi could claim anything, it was that she'd never willingly consumed anything offered to her by someone in uniform. the enforcers had never painted themselves as generous — never gave anything that wasn't for their benefit.

cait, she could only lament, had been the only one she'd learned to trust. and cait was crumbling, despite her best and failing efforts to hold her chin high. struggling, no matter what she said, with something darker than the greying depths of grief. ( officer nolen, by comparison, radiated the kind of kindly energy that'd never existed in the likes of stillwater's most secluded cell blocks. )

" you made all this? " plucking a little puff pastry off the platter maddie presented to her, vi scrutinised it, the bridge of her nose wrinkling in consideration. it hardly ranked amongst the likes of jericho's seafood special. " the enforcers not paying enough for your day job? "

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sorry I haven't been on much this week! hopefully this weekend I'll feel like actually sitting down to write.

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@bludcoin asked: ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

" kind of hard not to when you've had the shit kicked out of you all night, " vi shot back. whether her unwanted visitor had taken on the guards' habitual dawn rounds meant next to nothing. down in the depths of stillwater hold, forty - some levels under the jagged spires of the fortress keeping endless vigil on top, the metamorphosis from some unseen sunrise into the pitiless, starless dusk passed in irrelevance. from the start, it'd all been the same to vi; every morning marked with a tray of slop slid under her cell door. every evening, like ticking clockwork, denoted by a thud of enforcer boots and an armored fist to the gut, or steel boot - toes to the ribs; a blunt force weapon, far more crude than anything she'd seen an inmate piece together to the face.

driven by little more than burning defiance, by a resentment that no jail cell bars or years in solitude could dampen, vi spat onto the cold flagstone ground at marcus' feet — more tooth - staining blood than anything else — and wiped at her chin with the back of her hand.

not an invitation: an incitement.

" so are you going to stand there and tell me what I'm doing wrong, or are you gonna come in here and get it over with already? "

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x01 - “Heavy is the Crown”

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love (noun)

         life’s cruelest kindness          —  or perhaps          its kindest         cruelty.

         all I know is                                 it hurts,

         but it’s     the kind of hurt          that you don’t                          want to stop—

         which is    good,   since          it can’t be    “ stopped. ”

         it wouldn’t be love          if it could.

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@jtalis asked: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜

from where vi loitered in the threshold, jayce's workshop was quiet, and cast in long shadows — the same as the hallways outside. the same as the kiramman manor, and its countless vacant courtyards bathed in sliver moonlight: nearly serenely so, despite the impending invasion lying in wait.

despite the blood still ingrained under her nails.

she wished she could. but rest felt like a luxury she'd already overindulged in. days, hours — she'd been out for longer than she could really make sense of: had been confined, on doctor's orders, to some creaking infirmary bed — and then cait's, swathed in every lavish luxury that she'd never imagined would align with her undercity - dweller's calluses and scars — until she'd regained some sense of stability again.

( until the fog of massive blood loss, tinctures, anesthesia and unwavering exhaustion had all started at once to dissipate. )

" I've been lying in that bed for days, " vi countered, the thick bandages and medical tape still adhered to her skin affording just as much an elucidation as the iv bruising littering the insides of her forearms, the insides of her wrapped wrists — even the backs of her hands. a certain restlessness sat in every aching bone in her body, instead: a snarling thread of dread and unease that she knew jayce, hunched over his desk, had to feel too. " you got room for one more over there, wonder boy? "