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( soft hiatus. )

gonna be taking a break for a few days. 

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"I think thats more than a little cut, if you ask me."

( INJURED/BLEEDING STARTERS. ) | @catch-hell-mercenary

“Well, good thing tha’ I didn’t fuckin’ ask y’, huh?” Wordswere bitten back with a venonmous tone that invaded theirlanguage before hand tightens grip on the hilt of their sword.They bull-headedly puncture the dirt with the tip of the sword,ramming it into the earth beneath repeatedly, grip ever tightbefore they release a shaky, rattling exhale. 

“Fuck,” a curse was loosed beneath their breath, as blood dripsforth from the split in their shoulder, gash split open and oozingout with thick gushes of warm crimson. “Get tha’ hell outta here,damn it!” They half-shout, half-bark, as they attempt to move theirarm above their head, but even then, they were only able to lift ita few inches before they yelped rather suddenly. 

“FUCK!” They curse once more, ramming their sword into the dirtso harshly that it’s embedded half-way deep into the earth. 

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“What happened to you?”

( INJURED/BLEEDING STARTERS. ) | @krixmhild

Despite the ragged, broken appearance of theirarmour, they stood tall. Even through gritted,bloodied teeth, they refused to waver beneath theirinjuries. Especially when blood seeped through a chipin their armour, a thin, minuscule thing that ebbed outwith blood. They speak, grip tightening around their swordas they embedded the tip of their great, cursed sword intothe ground to steady themselves. 

Such haughty, foolish pride. 

Even biting back a plea for help, they refuse suchaccommodations. 

“S’....nothin’.” They murmur, batting away the hand that daredto ever come close to their space, sea-green hues looking upwith an intensity in their burning eyes. “I said, it’s nothing!” 

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“I think that’s more than a little cut.”

( INJURED/BLEEDING STARTERS. ) | @nobudemon

Bloodied fingers move, or, at least, make an attemptto move bloodied digits, but the best that he is able todo is to twitch the tips of his fingers upwards but thatis all. Besides the welling pain that shoots up and downhis arm, surging from his split wrist and up to his, morethan likely, sprained forearm, he bites back a curse whenhis arm is further inspected by the Archer. 

“Don’t fuckin’ pull on it, damn it!” They snarl harshly towardsthe other, pulling back their injured arm back to their chest,further staining the silver-stained armour with heavy, wetdrops of crimson. 

“I jus’ need Master to fix this, dammit,” It’s not like they hada way to fix these sorts of injuries by himself. 

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" y'know. sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and over time any goodness I had just slowly spilled out of me. "

( BOJACK SENTENCE STARTERS. ) | @homra-no-artemis

They never really concerned themselves with theaspects of their own person. There really was neverany concern if there was any goodness to them in thefirst place, or if they were designed to have any sortof moral compass that led them to the correct choiceswithin their life. It is not as if he didn’t have any semblanceof these feelings, it is that in his past life, he was not allowedthe same comforts and luxuries of feeling those sorts ofdeep-seeded emotions. Not when he was vying for the attentionof his father, the King of Briton. 

He assumes that when taking over the throne of his father,during his exodus to find Lancelot, that he started to feelnothing but soul-consuming anger and a fire that blazed withinhis heart. Yet, it felt as if that nothing remained of this fire, butembers and charcoal that rotted his heart to nothing but cinders. 

But, sea-green hues glance over to where the other had sat fromthem, fingers drumming idly against the edge of the table, dullednails rasping just slightly against the wood, words coming out in asuccinct manner, 

“Yea’, I know how that feels,” their reply was simple, but had meaning,something that he could at least relate to them, even for the briefest ofmoments. “I don’t think there was ever anythin’ good within me in thefirst place. Nothin’ that could be considered pure, anyway.” 

“What brings this up? Y’ feelin’ alright?” 

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“Am I a good person?” (from Amadís)

( BOJACK SENTENCE STARTERS. ) | @thesoulisnotsmall

They did not bother to think of such trivialities,especially when one is faced with their ownmorality. Which is why sea-green hues flit hitherand thither between the grassy knolls and downthe sloping landscape that’s filled with so muchgreen. Shade from the sun’s harsh, beating rayscovered with the help of the canopy above them. 

Fingers flexing and tapping intermittently on theirkneecap, fingernails lightly digging into skin witheach minute tap of their finger, before he finallyspeaks, words light and almost seemingly dismissive, 

“D’ya feel like a good person? I can’t answer that, notfor you, at least. It’s not up to me, an’ it shouldn’t be upto anyone else, either way. I’m not the one who y’ needto be asking those sorts of questions to,” but visionremains steadfast on the rolling, grassy knolls and theysigh through closed teeth. 

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Did you ever get to play with your mother when you were younger?

( CHILDHOOD MEME. ) 

“O’ yeah, if y’ call playin’ with a sword while sheignores me, then sure, we played a lot.” 

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Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters

“The most important thing is, you got to give the people what they want, even if it kills you.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me.”

“Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”

“Am I a good person?”

“That’s the problem with life, either you know what you want and you don’t get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.“ 

“There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead.“ 

"Family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance." 

“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.” 

“You didn’t know me and then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.” 

“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets”.

“We’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.” 

“I don’t think I believe in ‘deep down’. I think that all you are is just the things that you do.”

“You were born broken, that’s your birthright.”

“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy.”

“you’re a selfish goddamn coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn’t give a shit about who he hurts. That’s you.”

“You know, it’s funny… when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I’m sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up.”

“You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!”

“You are all the things that are wrong with you.”

“Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”

“We’re not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten.”

“The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.”

“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”

“He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize how miserable he should be. I envy that.”

“It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day.”

“I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy?’ It just makes me more miserable.”

“It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.”

“It’s so cruel to let people love you. All you’re doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts.”

“One day, you’re gonna look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.”

“There are some people you can’t save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.”

“ Hey, I wanted to talk to you about… you know. I feel bad about what happened.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“No. I’m not gonna give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never, ever going to be okay!”

“You have to believe me. I did everything I could.”

“I had a good life, but what I needed then was a friend! And you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that.”

“Now get the fuck out of my house!”

“ Look, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said about you earlier.”

“Do you… do you think it’s too late for me? I mean, am, am, am I just doomed to be the person that I am? “

“I, I, I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I know. I know you want to be happy, but you won’t be… and I’m sorry.”

“ What more do you want? What else could the universe possibly owe you? “

“I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“ You can’t just disappear. You really hurt a lot of people.”

“In this terrifying world, all we have are the connections that we make.”

“It’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.”

“You like being there to rescue me. Because it makes you feel good about yourself.”

“ You know that I don’t do the whole love thing. Either you end up hurting someone or they hurt you. So what’s the point?”

“ Uh…. Oh, god, I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Hey, we have all done shitty stuff before. Most of us aren’t as proud of it as you seem to be.”

“It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.”

“I can’t keep lying to myself thinking I’m gonna change, I’m poison.”

“I come from poison and I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That’s my legacy.”

“I have nothing to show for the life I have lived. And I have nobody in my life who’s better off for having known me.”

“You’re gonna wanna kill yourself, and there’s going to be no one left to stop you.” 

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Post-Fight Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Are you okay?” 

“Do you have any bandages?”

“That doesn’t look good.” 

“Did you pick a fight with a bear?!”

“I’m /fine/!” 

“You don’t look ‘fine’ to me!” 

“That was a nasty scuffle…” 

“Let me see your ___.” 

“Can you help me?”

“You’re bleeding!” 

“I think I got some glass in my hands.” 

“Who did you pick a fight with this time?” 

“Did you win?”

“Looks like you were on the losing end of a dog fight.” 

“You should see the other guy.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” 

“Things… got out of hand…” 

“What the hell happened?!” 

“Please tell me you’re still breathing.”

“I’m going to give them a piece of my mind for what they did to you!” 

“I can’t promise nothing is broken.” 

“It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Would you believe that I fell down some stairs?” 

Should I be worrying about seeing you in the news for a homicide?” 

“That’s… a lot of blood.” 

“All this blood isn’t mine, I swear.” 

“What did you do this time?” 

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Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters

“That’s a lot of blood…” 

“That’s not good…” 

“I think that’s more than a little cut.”

“You’re looking rather pale.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“That doesn’t look good…” 

“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.” 

“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.” 

“How do I get it to stop?!” 

“How are you still standing?!”

“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.” 

“What happened to you?”

“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…” 

“Everything hurts.” 

“Is everything supposed to go dark?”

“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.” 

“It’s just a cut.” 

“I’ve had worse.” 

“You’re bleeding all over my floor!” 

“You better not die on me.” 

“They got a lucky shot…” 

“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!” 

“You need to keep pressure on it.” 

“Don’t move!” 

“That looks nasty.” 

“Am I dying?” 

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trans masc Mordred always gives me life and waters my crops thank u for this blessing I owe u my life (also your headcanons are great and I love them)

WELL, JEEZ, FRIEND! 

MAKIN’ ME ALL EMOTIONAL AN’ BLUSHY! 

But, yeah. I think it’s appropriate and it’s, well, very obvious from the get-go that Mordred is very, very, very, VERY male-coded and masculine. He threatens to behead Kairi when he goes, “a woman?” and well when introducing a character, it’s kind of hard to discern them from that fact. 

And there’s also his seeking his father’s approval, and just wanting him to acknowledge him as a SON, as his HEIR. He never got that in the end of his life. 

It’s hard to mistakenly make a trans-narrative like they have for Mordred, but by god, they always fucking do. 

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Saber of Red (Mordred Prendragon) - Clarent Blood Arthur

Saber of Black (Siegfried) - Balmung

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Gaze is drawn briefly upwards, sea green hues surveying the treetops around them. They’d think him a fool if they thought they could watch him, undetected. But, his helmet is briefly retracted, many parts sliding away to reveal the face of the Knight of Treachery, turning his gaze towards the Archer that felled the Calydonian Boar.  

“Yours is, too.” They reply earnestly.

He remembers the war they had both been summoned into. It could barely be called a proper war, more like a cluster of wills that pervaded what it meant to engage in an honest, bloody ware. He was dissatisfied with the ending of this struggle, feeling.....unfulfilled. But, piercing sea-green hues glance over the Hunter of Artemis, before speaking once more,

“How’ve you been?” Questioning is improper and wording is modern, but the meaning still stands. it was an honest question wrought by curiosity. He rarely saw the other Servants of Red during his time as a Saber. There was little-to-no contact with the others that waged their war with that priest. Hands seen briefly gripping the hilt of the blade, armoured fingers curling into the steel pommel anxiously. An old quirk left behind, anxiety-ridden and always alert. 

“Can’t’ve been easy, can’t it?” He’s heard old rumours left behind by the other Servants of their faction. How she was overcome with grief and given in to anger. He cared little for reasons. He, himself, gave in to anger as easily as one breathed air. It was only natural. Human nature. Human nature as much as a Homunculus can be provided with. 

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How does one accidentally make a character as trans as mordred is anyway?

I have no idea but the wildest thing of it all is that “mordred is trans” wouldn’t be such a common headcanon/reading of the material if they didn’t include that bit where he immediately puts a sword against the throat of someone who called him a girl. the whole “raised to believe they’re the king’s son but got rejected by the king then groomed into becoming the leader of the rebellion but still wanted to be acknowledged by their father and never got the space to figure out who they are as a person themselves” would’ve worked perfectly fine without involving gender in it. but they did involve gender in it. they made mordred explicitly react really violently to being called a girl in one of the early moments meant to establish his character and somehow still thought that this (especially when combined with all the other identity questioning) didn’t mean mordred could be anything other than a girl.

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