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STARTER/PLOTTING CALL FOR HERNAN.

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STARTER/PLOTTING CALL FOR MICHAEL PEMDEN.

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STARTER/PLOTTING CALL FOR SCOTT OWEN.

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STARTER/PLOTTING CALL FOR YUUTA YOSHIMURA.

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STARTER/PLOTTING CALL FOR VINCENT TUVACHE.

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sorry i basically disappeared off of here when i made eel. i want to come back on, but i only have specific muses that i’ve never gotten a chance to rp as on here. i can do starter calls for them in a bit to see if anyone’s interested, but if not, i might end up disappearing and making a separate blog for one of them.

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a softer world sentence starters.

❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 

❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜

❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜

❛ if you love something let it go. ❜

❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜

❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜

❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜

❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜

❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜

❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜

❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜

❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜

❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜

❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜

❛ we’re too far from help. ❜

❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜

❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜

❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜

❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜

❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜

❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜

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GENERAL PLOTTING/STARTER CALL

specific permanent starter calls can be found here

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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

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i’m really reminded how i feel about father’s day when i go through all my muses and count how many shitty fathers my muses either had (or are, considering holland isn’t dad of the year, poor holly)

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[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin. / she's probably trying to be comforting ? ? well guess what lois ? ? u suck at it

              his mother had told him since he was young that wearing his heart on his sleeve wasn’t a bad thing. composure helped in the real world, but being true to one’s feelings and accepting them was what made a person stronger. but he thought he had buried that part after the war. becoming a national symbol during the second world war had taught him composure. he had seen the worst of mankind but could only do so much to stop it. it had been so many years. maybe the ice had chipped away that wall he’d built up.

        walking around after a particularly stressful press conference he had to cover, he didn’t realize his features betrayed his distress until lois grabbed him. through the clear lenses of his glasses, he looked to her and took a deep breath to calm himself. clark managed to push the feeling down before offering a smile. ❝ i’m okay. just needed a minute. ❞

@buildingfalls | soft touch meme

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send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

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LOGAN (2017) // SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change pronouns / descriptors !

those are chrome plated mugs.

oh, fuck.

you’re the only one that can help.

get the fuck away from me!

it was either an escaped tiger or freddy kruger.

i’m looking for someone who’s looking for you.

get the fuck out of my car.

i am a fan, by the way.

nature made me a freak. man made me a weapon. and god made it last too long. 

holy fuck.

two days on the road, only one meal, and hardly any sleep. 

you are dying. you want to die.

this is what life looks like: people love each other. you should take a moment…

i always know who you are, i just sometimes don’t recognize you.   

this has been the most perfect sleep i’ve had in years… and i don’t deserve it, do i? 

(name), you still have time.

she’s like you.

you had a nightmare.

people hurt me.

i hurt people.

i’ve hurt people, too. they were bad people.

you know you gotta pay for that, right?

hey, hey, c’mon, where’s your parents?

not okay!

what the fuck?

the lord will provide.

it happened once and they just turned it into a big fucking lie! 

bad shit happens to people i care about.

take your friends and run.

you don’t have to fight anymore.

don’t be what they made you.

no … no, dad. no … no … daddy! no, daddy! dad!

so this is what it feels like.

such a nice man.

i don’t wanna talk about it. i don’t wanna hear it anymore. 

i have to pee.

i am fucked up.

motherfucking auto trucks!

language, (name).

geez, seeing you like this, it just breaks my damn heart. 

showtime, boy!

hey… hey, hey, what’s goin’ on? huh? 

you can talk? you can fucking talk?

i hear you at night; you’re not sleeping.

there’s no living with the killing. there’s no going back. right or wrong, it’s a brand. a brand that sticks. 

let’s go. we gotta move.

i don’t know how you got me here, but… thank you. 

you read these in your spare time?

there are no more guns in the valley.

we got ourselves an x-men fan.

this is ice cream for bedwetters.

they make you look younger.

i wish i could say that you were a good pupil, but the words will choke me.

what’s all this bullshit’s been for the last 2,000 fucking miles? 

what? okay, shut up! shut up! shut the fuck up! 

it’s a fantasy, kid.

sweetie, you want some dessert?

don’t hit me!

no, do your homework.

dinner’s ready.

you okay, boss?

i’m not a box of avocados.

let’s go to fucking fantasy land.

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i’m in a very gods and monsters mood. who wants kirk or hernan?

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margaret atwood sentence starters.

❛ i used to say i’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder. ❜ 

❛ search instead for the others, the ones left over. ❜ 

❛ it was not what he had in mind. ❜

❛ i exist in two places, here and where you are. ❜

❛ love is choosing. ❜

❛ all people are driven to the point of eating their own gods. ❜ 

❛ screw poetry, it’s you i want. ❜

❛ leave me alone, this is my winter. i will stay here if i choose. ❜ 

❛ you are as innocent as a bathtub full of bullets. ❜ 

❛ what use is moonlight? ❜

❛ only we could call it a wound. ❜

❛ only we can regret the perishing of the burned place. ❜

❛ and now it’s in you, secrecy. ❜ 

❛ i wish to show you the darkness you are so afraid of. ❜

❛ when the appearances of things have left you, you will still have this darkness. ❜

❛ memorize it. you will know it again in your own time. ❜

❛ this darkness is a place you can enter and be as safe in as anywhere. ❜

❛ it’s a wonder either of us believed a word the other said. ❜

❛ i feel like the word shatter. ❜

❛ the two of us were - by our own admission - proficient and shameless liars of long standing. ❜

❛ knowing that the work is mine, how can i love you? ❜

❛ a truth should exist, it should not be used like this. ❜

❛ i stand in the presence of the destroyed god. ❜

❛ as for the sun, there are as many suns as there are words for sun. ❜

❛ if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon? ❜

❛ i would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. ❜

❛ what are you supposed to do with all this loss? ❜

❛ life goes more smoothly without a heart. ❜

❛ knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you. ❜

❛ where do you draw the line between love and greed? ❜

❛ you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened. ❜

❛ can’t you be both? ❜

❛ now that i’m dead i know everything. ❜

❛ whoever said that light was life and darkness nothing? ❜

❛ welcome back, my darling. ❜

❛ in exile, survival is the first necessity. ❜

❛ i will not come when you call. ❜

❛ we must resist, we must refuse to disappear. ❜

❛ we touch as though attacking. ❜

❛ we should be kind, we should take warning, we should forgive each other. ❜

❛ if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. ❜

❛ to put a hand on another is to touch death. ❜

❛ you collapse my house of cards merely by breathing. ❜

❛ there’s no love here. maybe it’s the boredom. ❜

❛ i know you’re there, even when i can’t see you. ❜

❛ i began to forget myself in the middle of sentences. ❜

❛ we are hard on each other and call it honestly. ❜

❛ our choices turn them criminal. ❜

❛ the beauty is an illusion, and also a warning. ❜

❛ farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. ❜

❛ solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. ❜

❛ whether they are dead or not is a moot point. ❜

❛ that, or a bleary hopeless love. ❜

❛ speaking of which, its the smiling tires me out the most. ❜

❛ not that anyone here but you would understand. ❜

❛ is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy or can anyone tell the difference? ❜

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GENERAL PLOTTING/STARTER CALL

specific permanent starter calls can be found here

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dalishflame:

Creators, but he was tense. The plight of city elves had always troubled him in an abstract sort of way, too far removed from them in his aravel to truly understand. Now though, with the evidence shrinking under his hands, it broke his heart and infuriated him all at once. Elves were meant to be a proud race, a people of great bravery and extraordinary talent, but how could they be when so many insisted on keeping them down?

“ She asked you to keep away? ” Atreion’s expression darkened, that jovial expression vanishing in an instant.  “ From my library? ” His hand dropped from its place on Taylor’s arm, hands balling into fists. “ Well! If that’s the way she sees fit to treat you, then we’ll see what she has to say to me! The nerve of that meddling, self-righteous— ”

The air was unsettled before the dour expression even crossed the Inquisitor’s features and Taylor regretted having said anything. Mother Giselle was’t an awful person, she could even be nice and helpful to him. But he had done something wrong and she didn’t care for him now. Taylor understood that and didn’t want to get her into any trouble, even if he had lost one of the places he found comfort in.

“ No! ” Taylor didn’t mean to raise his voice, shaking his head. “ I mean... she suggested I not return. And I understand. I am sure there are other people that would rather I not touch the books either. ”