prescriptbound

[prescriptbound]

I'm moving this idiot to my multimuse @fatis-bibliotheca so any replies from him will be done over there now <3

Just easier, since I have several canon projmoon muses over there already!

[prescriptbound]

Ah. He nods in thought, wondering what it must be like to be unsatisfied with one's purpose. It seemed it was nothing like the Index, where he had a fulfilling role.

"I'm going to take a guess that you don't want me to put you out of your misery." He ventures, carefully crossing his arms under his white cloak. "Hah, well... If you're on the hunt for books, I can accompany you for a bit~. One doesn't get many opportunities to chat with one of your lot without it turning into a fight of some sort."

Not that he'd be opposed to a fight, quite the opposite, but he would keep that to himself.

"I could bother you without one, but being turned into a book seems like it'd be a problem for my continued hobby of living." Not that he feared death, but this whole Library thing was... well, a problem. The Index had already lost several proxies to it, and he figured it was only a matter of time before a prescript sent him in, too.

"Strikes me strange that a Fixer would wind up working for that kind of place... you're all truly shameless, aren't you?"

[prescriptbound]

meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead

[prescriptbound]

it's been a while. the messenger stumbles in with a new prescript

prescript: if the fifth person you meet today smiles at you, give them a bottle of water. if the tenth person you meet today smiles at you, give them a bottle of water. if the fifteenth person you meet today does not smile at you, cook and eat their liver.

"I gotta count to fifteen now?"

No, that's not really the issue. These were certainly getting abstract, but whatever. Prescripts must be followed.

"Good work today but please try to be more graceful next time. The Index shouldn't appear sloppy."

[prescriptbound]

"I could bother you without one, but being turned into a book seems like it'd be a problem for my continued hobby of living." Not that he feared death, but this whole Library thing was... well, a problem. The Index had already lost several proxies to it, and he figured it was only a matter of time before a prescript sent him in, too.

"Strikes me strange that a Fixer would wind up working for that kind of place... you're all truly shameless, aren't you?"

Silent huff escapes her. "Of course there was a prescript involved." The Bookhunter never liked loud noises, sets off her fight or flight response and as a Fixer it always skewed to fight. Brows furrow she frowns in defeat. She needed to stop being on edge but it was practically ingrained into her

[prescriptbound]

"It doesn't matter, so long as the prescripts are followed." Indie Project Moon OC for Ananke, an Index Proxy See pinned post for details

[prescriptbound]

the vampire diaries: season 2 [1/2].

dialogue prompts from season two of the cw's the vampire diaries.

if you want to forget it happened, fine. but i can't.

no good deed goes unpunished with you, does it?

maybe i missed you. is that an acceptable reason?

how can i play with you if i don't know the rules?

it's been a big day of sorrys from people who don't really give a crap.

we need to stay united against _____.

you're still young. you're still finding yourself.

i don't believe in that 'family legacy' stuff.

very brave of you to come here.

kiss me or kill me. which will it be?

that's me: the trusty bodyguard, calm in a crisis.

is it safe to talk?

you blow through your trust fund already?

talk about a town where history repeats itself.

sorry i don't have any milk and cookies to offer you.

men and their baggage.

can you read minds, too?

you're the one person on this entire planet that i never wanted to hurt.

you loved me once. love me again.

it was easy to get inside your head.

what is it about you that makes me still care?

relax. i know you know my secret.

i look at you and i see an angel.

i didn't want to be saved.

nice is overrated.

i'm not listening to any more of your 'give peace a chance' crap.

are you really just gonna pretend like i don't exist?

really? you're gonna play morality police with me right now?

you're judging again.

i will always know. i will always be one step ahead of you.

we're really not supposed to be in here.

i don't particularly enjoy any of this, if you haven't noticed.

it never ends well for people like me.

how does one stab oneself?

they're going to want to hear the story from you.

unlike me, you're one of the good ones.

i need to wake up and know that the people i love are safe. i need to feel safe. do you understand that?

death would have been too kind.

i guess i just need to say it and you need to hear it. i'm sorry.

i don't want to run anymore. i don't have anywhere else to run to.

i don't need your help, but i think you need mine.

you came to bribe me?

i haven't even told you the best part of the story.

caring gets you dead, huh?

why do you care? we've never been friends before.

we've never been close. not like this.

i don't want you to be alone.

i've been dead before. i got over it.

don't be such a grump.

stay put and stop trying to get yourself killed.

i want to help, but i don't know what to do.

it's okay. you'll fight through it, okay? just fight.

i'm staying right here. i'm not going anywhere.

you really are determined to die, aren't you?

when you live long enough, everything disappears.

you went on a murderous rampage. it happens.

you need to fight. i know you're scared, but you have to do it, anyway.

why are you so nice to me?

why is it so hard for you to let someone else help you?

it's like you don't want anyone to care about you, but i'm sorry, i care. sorry if i've overstepped my boundaries by actually giving a damn.

everyone just needs to stop kissing me!

humanity's not all it's cracked up to be.

you are ruining our perfect day with your strange philosophical babbling.

there's been enough doom, gloom, and personal growth for one night.

how is it even possible to keep a secret like that?

you may be my father, but i am never going to be your daughter. you got that?

you don't have to pretend with me.

you help your friend. that's what you do.

it's not always like this, is it?

[prescriptbound]

"Or what? Are you going to stab me about it?" The Proxy tosses his prescript at the bookhunter, letting it float gently to the ground.

"You book types are some of the weirdest folk I've met."

Who had the bright idea of popping a party cracker right in her ear? Nearly jumping out of her cloak the Boookhunter glares at the culprit a hand dangerously close her blade in response.

"That was rude don't do that again..." she utters before rubbing the back of her head in frustration.

[prescriptbound]

"Wings, I wish some people would have the decency to cover their kid's eyes around violence. Wild enough they pop them out, they could at least try to protect their innocence a bit." Otherwise you're just going to wind up with more guys like him, an absolute mess before the prescripts saved him.

[prescriptbound]

rewatching angel hare and making the executive decision this man would've been an angel hare kid.

[prescriptbound]

I saw a mirror world where you're a Thumb Capo instead

"A what world? Are you high?

Anyway, I'd sooner throw myself off a skyscraper than join the Thumb. They claim to have structure, but for what? Hell, I'd sooner join the Ring... At least they have style and something they believe in other than structure itself."

He could get on board with the whole art thing.

[prescriptbound]

I mildly regret giving him so much metal. But not really because he looks cool af.

His issued sword is an executioner's sword, it has a blunt tip and is made for slashing rather than piercing.

[prescriptbound]

"A-Anky?"

The nickname is blurted out as if he couldn't believe it. He actually looks bewildered for a moment, if not a slight bit insulted!

"...I was simply following a prescript." He explains, holding up the paper with one hand as he lets go of hers with the other. Judging from her reaction, however, he might be safe to satiate his curiousity.

"But if there are to be repercussions, I may as well make it worth them—"

The prescript is discarded to the side and he puts a hand on each of her shoulders and pulls her in for another kiss, a proper one this time. Fuck it, he's not backing down simply because the prescripts put him in this situation.

@prescriptbound: His brow furrows at the piece of paper. The Index marking seems legit, and even if a fake prescript existed, the very act of it making its way to him made it legitimate. Fine. He slinks up behind her and grabs hold of the bloodfiend's hand, spinning her around as he bends down to plant a kiss on the back of her hand. @boomania

What's this?

Comes into their shop. Interrupts her work by force, initiates quite the bold gesture that can she could only dreamed about when reading or watching those cheesy romantic flicks / novels she sometimes dabbled in?

She blinked, slowly. Devona doesn't seem to be taken aback nor offended by this, she showed no attempts of shooing or slapping his hand away before he could even do it either. "I see." She spoke, quietly. It is when the corners of her mouth tilt upwards ever so slowly.

"I hope you are prepared for the repercussions of your recent course of action, Anky."

[prescriptbound]

"Hopefully the next prescript is 'dispatch that useless Messenger' so I can teach them a lesson for such sloppy work. Easiest job in the City and they somehow managed to fumble it..."

[prescriptbound]

hmmm.. i had a prescript for you but i lost it...

"What kind of Messenger loses a prescript!? You literally have one fucking job!"

He's absolutely baffled! What sort of irresponsible person gets chosen as a Messenger, unless they were promoted just to showcase the consequences of incompetence...

[prescriptbound]

Throws him out a window

[prescriptbound]

He would unironically like labubus just because I hate them. The ugly cute creature hanging off of his belt... Lol