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[lotuspiertorturedungeon]

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[0008753]

WHY THINGS BURN          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :       below, you will find a series of various prompts from daphne gottlieb's why things burn. these can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the characters in question. content warning: the following prompts may not be suitable for everyone as they contain references to violence, blood, death, and murder.

"make sure you have everything you will need on hand." "maybe something is only yours when you can do as you please with it." "the important thing is to stay alive." "any weapon you carry can be used against you." "I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written." "you'll never hear from me again. " "they're going to kill me." "there was blood everywhere. " "I lit a match and ran out." "I got blood all over the seat but kept driving." "I have been in darkness and seen no light." "it's only a power greater than me that keeps me alive." "you realize this is it; the world is ending soon." "there's only so much any of us can take." "don't rock a boat that doesn't need you on board." "behave, or I'll cut you out." "it's hard to love someone who's full of shit." "it's hard to love something that's only important when it makes trouble." "I never meant to hurt anybody. I just hurt too much all the time." "baby, there is no god, but they'll kill you for him." "let me start again, slower." "the girl who wasn't me in your bed this morning. " "everything looks like something else." "the world gets under his skin." "whatever's coming, let it happen." "seduction isn't what it used to be." "it's inevitable. sooner or later, we break along faultlines." "would you love me if I got my hair cut?" "I go looking for your smile every night, on other faces, with other names." "some of us are loved even though we're the last to believe it." "this attention, this adoration, is something I have always longed for, something I have always wanted to belong to." "it kills me, the way the world is." "every story ends the same, in death, and every story happens here." "every daughter presumes parents." "you are the only one who ever listened to me. I can die happy in that knowledge." "the confrontation with the necessity of being saved." "none of you can prevent this." "no one speaks the universal anguish of love anymore." "my mouth is a wound, and you want to kiss me." "all power can be dangerous." "I'd just like to be friends. that's what I'd really like." "because just for a second, the world has gone away." "because it only gets uglier from here." "you want a place in my heart, but it's already full." "a woman's work is never done." "a girl never knows when she's gonna need to soak up some blood." "we only get the superheroes we imagine, never the ones we need."

[binglio]

一 “icon: ficstmas”, pedido por projeto @fairytailuniverse

‹ 𝒏.𝟑𝟐 ;; 𝟸𝟽.𝟷𝟶.𝟸𝟹 › ‹ 𝒄𝒓. 𝟷 & 𝟸 ›

Iconzinhos para o evento que já são de lei.

[ten-kei]

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[daily-vocaloid]

Today's song is Cum Peccato Natus Sum by Peeak featuring SynthV Haruno Sora

[oxbowridgehq]

Old wounds open the past that can no longer be run from. 

STATS.

NAME: Amina Wright-Jones GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman & she/her AGE: 39 OCCUPATION: Doctor AFFILIATIONS: Civilian FACECLAIMS: Gugu Mbatha-Raw

ABOUT.

TW death, murder

Amina is a native of Oxbow Ridge. She didn’t grow up with any siblings, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like she had family from those she grew up around. Her father worked closely with the Walkers when it came to training their horses, which is how she spent a lot of her time on the ranch. There was a calmness when it came to working with the animals, which eventually led to her to barrel racing at the age of eight. 

There was a thrill that came being on a horse sprinting down the arena and around a barrel, adrenaline that pumped through her veins. It didn’t come without the trial and errors, the trips to the clinic falling off her horse. It was the Walkers that allowed her to follow this dream growing up, that she had somewhere to keep her horse, though she paid them back in coming to help around the stables, doing the grunt work. That is how she met Sterling; not that many would know him by that name. 

He intrigued her. Quiet and kept to himself, but that didn’t stop her from getting to know him. It all started as a friendship, where she would keep to her duties at the ranch, but then drag him out beyond the limits of the town, almost keeping them out of trouble. A friendship budded at their age that only blossomed into her first love. 

Most were surprised that out of high school she didn’t end up at a veterinarian school, instead, she picked a university close to town where she could study in the medical field. Amina loved animals, but over the years, she found herself helping those that were hurt from the races at the Steveson. 

Eight years went by in what seemed like a blink of an eye and she could start to feel a slight strain on her relationship with Sterling. It only seemed to deepen when it came time for placement for residency and she was placed in New York City. Amina contemplated taking a year off and waiting to see if she could be placed closer to home, but then there had been talk about them both going to New York together, that all was left in his hands; hands that tore her heart into pieces. 

Amina could recount that night word for word, everything he said to her, the love he no longer had for her and he would never be good enough. It felt like she was staring into the eyes of a stranger that the only option she had was to pack up for residency. It was two months into her residency that she learned she was pregnant. It was the world reminding her of everything she had lost, but a small miracle came out of it. 

She met her future husband, Noah, who didn’t turn away when she shared her news and when asked about the father, she lied saying she didn’t know who it was. They married shortly after, before the baby was born, allowing him to have his name on the birth certificate. After their wedding, three months later, Sterling Wright-Jones was born into this world and Amina carried on with her life with her husband and daughter. 

Her life wasn’t perfect, but it was her life that she built in New York, never looking back at the decisions she made in life, because there was no room for the past. 

Life had moments of cruelty, fourteen years later her husband was murdered right in front of her. It left a hole in her heart and after a few  months of trying to grieve and survive in the city, her parents convinced her to come back home. A position opened up at the clinic and she would have a support system to help her through this period of time. Amina hated taking her daughter away from the only place she had called home, but there was no other choice. Sterling protested, but the state her mother was in, she didn’t drag her heels too deep. 

Worse than grieving the death of her husband, Amina was going home to a place she had put behind her for fourteen years, where she would have to confront the past she was running from. Would Remy and Sterling ever forgive her if they learned the truth?

[doomdeys]

ATTENTION IS FLEETING . never  staying  far  too  beyond  it’s  welcome  despite  her  open  palms  allowing  so,  it’s  never  made  a  room  for  itself  of  the  home  of  her  mind.  it’s  like  that  one  car  you  can’t  catch,  that  blip  in  the  sky  before  it’s  ruined  by  clouds,  that  one  good  thing  you  want  over  and  over  again  knowing  you’ll  never  get  it  again.

[lldcttore]

" OH. " The Doctor's voice was a low hum as he circled around the other segment before finally slowly to a halt as his hands tightened around each other, almost as if to hold himself back from doing anything too drastic.

Not at first at least.

" and do you NEED any adjustments? any ERRORS or DAMAGE that might need to be FIXED, hm? "

@haereses // short starter.

[yunwooz]

god i gotta figure out what to do for anniversary... 

[quinneths]

[ryoki-ph]

integration still a work in progress :( workin on it right now

[lotuspiertorturedungeon]

so i've seen time travel aus where nie huaisang and jin guangyao get thrown back in time with their current memories intact and decide to work together and it Fixes Everything so Everyone Lives and like that's fine that's cool i get the appeal... but what i really want is an au where they go back and decide "perfect i'm gonna grind that bastard to paste before he can hurt da-ge" and "ok fine i guess i have to kill both nie brothers before one of them gets me" and —and this last part is crucial— their attempts to violently burn each other to the ground accidentally Fix Everything.

[0008753]

I AM NOT YOUR FINAL GIRL, p2          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :       below, you will find a series of various prompts from claire c. holland's, i am not your final girl. these can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the characters in question. content warning: the following prompts may not be suitable for everyone as they contain references to violence, sex, blood, death, and murder.

"some women never adapt to walls that close in like grabbing hands." "it always begins with the good intentions of men." "like a leash, bringing me back to you by inches." "I have not learned how to be obedient." "I only hurt myself as much as you." "I am God and Punisher, Mary full of rage." "I can't exist in a way that comforts you." "it tugs at my ribs and yanks at a place where I keep my grief, hidden and warm above my belly." "you are callous, but I would not change you." "I want to hurt you. I want to offend." "if you follow into the thicket, don't forget to take up the ax." "tell me why I should mythologize this." "if we were able to evolve as we wished, women would all have wings." "you're in here with me." "they are harder to set apart than you know." "slip into my skin, hug it close to your bones." "you'll want to carry a weapon." "it's not the devil you need to worry about, but the devil you know." "your empathy. it's that sad, fragile, beautiful thing that will ruin you." "I know your thoughts." "together, we will remake the fragmented world." "don't you want to come with me?" "it's exhausting, all this." "I thought you liked loaded weapons." "you won't be right every time." "for once, I'll remake the world in my image." "I know you'll laugh, and it will feel like a slap to my jaw." "I will use all this against you, and you will not see it coming." "I am the person who goes back into the house because I cannot stand waiting on the lawn." "pick up this steel rod, clench it in both fists. " "I can't be preserved in this expectant state." "it is shocking, how easy it is to become the force that infiltrates, that brings the sad building plunging into ash. to join a lick of flame with air." "flesh on fire smells like something disoriented, a creature running blind." "this is the wake for all things lost." "there is no ending for me here." "you don't know it yet, but your world is shattered. " "are all of us daughters doomed to become our mothers?" "I'd rather arm myself in blood than be a pretty statue to stare at." "they don't like something that slips through their fingers like water." "hands can make cradles around bodies or throats." "a wound needs pressure to stop its overflowing." "so maybe this is how the world ends. not with a bang or a whimper, but with revolution. the promise of something new." "if I lay my hands on you, will you falter? dissolve beneath my palms and leave me gasping bare?" "grief is a wild dog snapping jaws alongside my neck." "if this is too savage and beautiful to bear, I'm sorry."

[binglio]

一 “patinho”;; uso livre

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[butchlinkle]

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:

[daily-vocaloid]

Today's song is s(weep) by lvnarlii, featuring Utauloid Defoko