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Question starters

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why are you doing this?

“Why does it have to be like this?”

“Why are you here?”

“Why are you lying?”

“What is your name?”

“What can I do to help?”

“What happened?”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Who cares?”

“Who is going to take the blame?”

“Who was going to tell me?”

“Who is responsible?”

“Where have you been?”

“Where are you going?”

“Where did all the money come from?

“Where are you hiding?

“Where is the love?”

“How could this happen?”

“How have you been?”

“How do you live with yourself?”

“How did we survive?”

“How are you still alive?”

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//All of these cats are mine, but let’s pretend they belong to Elizabeth. haha

((In order from the top: Misha, Tristan, Kellan, Freya, Milo, Phoenix, Maya, Willow, and Morty))

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to either muse: ❝ you’re not as empty as you lead others to believe . ❞

“Watch what you say. You might find yourself unable to speak one of these days. You’re right.”

“Wait, empty? My life is too damn full. Students with a hundred complaints about the easiest homework, cats and books on every surface of my home, chipped coffee mugs, literally every plant that I own that dies a few weeks later, this mom jeans trend that needs to die, the fifty thousand emails that I haven’t read or deleted, my car that makes a weird clunking every time I turn left...”

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TO ALEXANDER. “*sticks up middle finger*”

“You couldn’t intimidate me, so you’re resorting to childish gestures? How adorable.”

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antiquatus‌:

ARCHETYPE: the heir INSPIRED BY: kendall roy, house of cards, the wolf of wall street, fake news STATUS: open to all LOCATION: gritville

❛    right  ,  uh  ,  quick  question  ———    ❜    clement  almost  bulldozes  his  way  onto  the  path  of  the  oncoming  stranger  ,  before  moving  out  of  the  way  at  the  last  minute  as  if  he  thought  better  about  it  and  simply  set  his  pace  to  match  theirs  while  walking  .    ❛    would  you  say  that  this  is  ,  uh  ,  the  most  prosperous  period  in  the  history  of  ,  well  ,  everything  ?  i  have  a  couple  of  executives  up  there    ❜    ———  and  here  he  points  upwards  ,  towards  the  direction  of  a  skyscraper  looming  way  beyond  their  heads  ,  its  pinnacle  so  high  up  that  it’s  almost  covered  by  the  clouds  ,  unseen  to  any  lowly  observer  from  the  street    ———    ❛    just  waiting  to  be  proven  wrong  ,  and  it  all  depends  on  your  answer  to  this  question  .    ❜    there’s  almost  a  hint  of  wicked  delight  in  his  tone  .    ❛    so  you  better  answer  correctly .    ❜

“Oh!” Normally, she’d have no problem with being approached by a tall, dark, and excessively handsome stranger, but seeing as she was running late to a meeting with the Board of Education, she had to protest. Stopping dead in her tracks, hands on her hips, Elizabeth looked at the stranger with a defiant pout, “Sir, spend a day in the public school system before believing that anyone but the elite are prosperous. Go and meet some of my students who come to school with holes in their shoes, and ask THEM about prosperity.” The wealth distribution of the world broke her heart daily, and the man and his skyscraper executives were just a bunch of bullshit in her book. Buying new suits and cars, and going through thousand dollar bottles of champagne as she organized failing fundraisers for the students whose only meal was during their few hours at the crumbling high school. “Was that a good enough answer for you? Am I allowed to walk away now?”

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random things my professors have said starters (pt. 2)

More out of context quotes from my college professors. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes ! Part one here: x

“You are a beautiful field of flowers.”

“My daughter wrote, ‘I’m going to wear a choker every day of the year’.”

“I don’t think he has a soul.”

“Boobs.”

“Wait, I’m still talking!”

“You shouldn’t be laughing, __. It’s not cool.”

“*imitating crying*”

“My voice is usually more silky and smooth.”

“And fuck.”

“That gets me here *pats heart*.”

“My teachers hated me.”

“When you’re home in bed, I’m thinking of you…that sounds creepy.”

“Why are we here?”

“I’m like a TED Talk guy.”

“*sticks up middle finger*”

“Why don’t you hit a kegger this weekend?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to say half the time.”

“UGH! Go to bed.”

“You know the scientific method? Good. I’m gonna go over it anyway.”

“Like if you have a scarecrow fetish.”

“My handwriting is bad because I don’t have time for this.”

“Dogs have little minds.”

“It’s gangster.”

“I don’t want to know what Freud would say.”

“What are you doing?”

“*laughing* French.”

“It looks like he’s smoking a blunt, but he’s not.”

“How is the pizza in the vending machine?”

“*face palm*”

“I’m a Mets fan. There’ll be no talk of Yankees in this room.”

“My grandmother told me, ‘marriage is a business’.”

“I was a wild kid out on the streets.”

“Don’t say weird things at a kids’ soccer game.”

“Uhm, try harder.”

“I must be a demigod.”

“The journey doesn’t end as an adult.”

“You see what happens when you get too comfortable…you die.”

“F…U…C…”

“Either marry the right guy or I’ll kill you.”

“*haughtily* This is my playlist.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna draw this out.”

“Have you seen Black Panther?”

“And then you’re like the guy from Moana, ‘you’re welcome’!”

“They’re on the moon, diggin’ for gold.”

“She lightly stabbed him.”

“We like to do things like that. ‘Cause they’re cool.”

“Nobody likes a smartass.”

“Don’t write down ‘brain=garbage disposal’.”

“It was only $2.”

“You want the chips, you see the chips. You can’t get to the chips.”

“Oh look, there’s a bear. Let’s go.”

“You could picture my dog flying around the city with a cape.”

“We’ll get back to Beyonce in a second.”

Were you sitting over there before?”

“Why are you so upset? Chill out.”

“That’s ageist.”

“Who brought me here? What’s happening?”

“That’s why people drink alcohol.”

“I’m not enforcing alcohol.”

“Hey, Snow Princess.”

“EAT YOUR PEAS!”

“EAT YOUR OATMEAL!”

“I don’t care if you’re not happy.”

“Do you know the song…Gucci Gang?”

“You’re never going to beat me at Scrabble, no matter how long you live.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna die.”

“My dog is 14.”

“Hey, let’s make sure there are no adults around so we can really get into these books.”

“I’m too short.”

“Deal with your own shit.”

“I said I was gonna do it so I’m gonna do it.”

“What do they want?”

“You have to tell me if I’m talking crazy.”

“CHALK.”

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georgiebroussard‌:

archetype: the perfect mother inspired by: rosemary’s baby, the artist, inside llewyn davis status: open to all location: godsville

just a month now.  just a concept, really, sending her leaving the doctor’s office with no sign of why stretching the fabric of her shirt.  it looks comical when georgie’s hand falls to her stomach.  cradles something that doesn’t exist there yet for the prying eye, that isn’t fathomable unless you’re her.  she can feel it.  swears she can, especially after drinking the smoothie her neighbor makes her each and every morning.  the rest of the day is tiring.  fighting the urge to vomit while she sleepily meanders from room to room, street to street, rarely leaving her own home until appointments force her outwards.  it’s not a true loss.  introversion is georgie’s preference – but god, she didn’t realize she missed the sun on her face until now.  

she pauses on the street to peer upwards.  breathing in every beam of sunlight – until someone knocks into her.  sending her bag from her hand and its contents spilling across the street like the intestines of a gutted victim.  

“oh,” georgie exhales, sinking uncertainly to her knees in linen skirt and shirt.  “no, never mind at all!”

She was balancing no less than ten books in her arms when she collided with the unseen woman, surrounding them both with a flurry of paper and worn leather as it fluttered to the ground, “Holy shi- I’m so sorry!” Mirroring her unfortunate victim, she too sunk to her knees in an effort to gather what was lost. She’d been in her own head, already skimming the pages of the rare books she’d happened across in a tiny, seemingly ancient store. Elizabeth had found her eventual purchases behind a cracked mirror, leaning against a terribly grotesque bust, all of which had been covered in at least an inch of dust. She had absolutely no room for more books in her apartment, and yet couldn’t help herself.

Glancing up in an effort to ignore the way the chaotic pile on the sidewalk reminded her of the hoarder’s house she grew up in, she spotted the woman’s abdomen, “Hey, I didn’t realize...go ahead and stand up, I’ve got this. Don’t worry about it, okay? You shouldn’t have to--”

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redlightcd‌:

archetype: the sacred sex worker inspired by: the baku, morpheus, succubi status: open to all location: godsville

red lights are so misleading.  jules prefers no lights, or moonlight, prefers the way that green and blue neons stain his skin or pink ones from local sex shops turn his eyes to a glinting, dark red more powerful than any sharp red could be.  red means danger.  red means do, not, enter.  but jules doesn’t like the concept of danger combined with the gifts he offers to the right customer.  comfort is better.  if red meant womb and intimacy to the passing crowd, well – he’d call it a red light district.

as it is, dark district is better.  suits him as he lounges against a wall of a bar that never quite closes on set hours, more following the whims of the inscrutable owner.  she doesn’t mind his presence so long as he doesn’t do business too close to the place.  alleys are made for that.  vehicles and parks warm in the hazy nights that feel hotter than the mornings.  

he feels eyes on his skin.  the long, pale hollow of his neck and the sweet black sweater that hangs just loosely from his shoulders.  it should make him uncomfortably overheated.  maybe they’re wondering at the lack of sweat on his skin.  the color of his mouth.  he can’t quite recognize them, so maybe they’re wondering how much it costs.  

     “are you lonely?”

Elizabeth was in Godville to meet with a contact from her conspiracy forum, which was quickly seeming like a mistake. She’d passed from the bright, golden-lighted streets into the dark alleyways lit only by neon, and the vibe had changed drastically. Everything became hazy, taking on a heaviness that was only enhanced by the tantalizing smells wafting from vast, yawning doorways, dark with secrets.

She had begun second-guessing making the trip solo, and was close to turning back when a figure in the shadows caught her eye, startling her when it spoke, “Oh...I...uh...don’t need anything, thanks,” she said, with a polite smile and a shake of her head. From what she could see, the stranger was beautiful, but she knew where she was. What was on offer. Despite being literal years since she’d been laid, she had never considered purchasing company. Definitely not. However, with the sweat trickling down her spine, and the overwhelming scent of everything she loved swirling around her, she hesitated. “W-what’s your name? Do you, uh, live around here?”

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angst starters:

❝ i didn’t mean to ruin your life . ❞ ❝ stay .  please ? ❞ ❝ why do you sacrifice so much for me ? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of running . ❞ ❝ you don’t understand . ❞ ❝ don’t you know who i am ? ❞ ❝ i know i made a mistake ! you don’t need to rub it in ! ❞ ❝ some days i just want to disappear. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to talk about it . ❞ ❝ it’s your fault we’re living like this ! ❞ ❝ you’re not as empty as you lead others to believe . ❞ ❝ i’ve moved on . ❞ ❝ i had a nightmare . ❞ ❝ shh ,  i’m here … ❞ ❝ do you know how much that meant to me ? ❞ ❝ i can’t just … you can’t expect me to answer something like that so easily ! ❞ ❝ i’m trying my best !  doesn’t that matter ?! ❞ ❝ i wish we never met . ❞ ❝ were you happier with them ? ❞ ❝ did you ever care about me ? ❞ ❝ can you forgive me ? ❞ ❝ stop acting like you’re happy .  i know you’re not . ❞ ❝ i’m not lying to you ! believe me ! ❞ ❝ i miss them . ❞ ❝ let’s go home .  please .  go home with us . ❞ ❝ go to hell . ❞ ❝ i’m not a hero so stop saying i am one . ❞ ❝ it’s okay to break . ❞ ❝ can we just … talk for a while ? can we do that ? ❞ ❝ go away . ❞ ❝ of all lives ,  you had to butt in on mine . ❞ ❝ I’M selfish ? ❞ ❝ i moved heaven and earth to save you . ❞ ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞ ❝ you were gone . ❞ ❝ are we living a lie … ? ❞ ❝ don’t lock me out .  please . ❞ ❝ you failed . ❞ ❝ did i make you proud ?  did i ever make you proud ? ❞ ❝ i’m so tired . ❞ ❝ we can still go back . ❞

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Alycia Debnam-Carey for Loucite by Alison Lou (x)