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The plane ride itself was boring and long, of course Dominik was taking his time to be his stupid friendly self with the other members of their team while Murakami went over the files they were given. However, he couldn't stand looking at the fucker so he opted to sleep lest he killed everyone in that plane by trying to throw Murakami out of it.
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Her fans were curious, asking questions and politely all waiting their turn. Some asked for her to sign things, which she obliged, thankful that none of the items were inherently creepy. But when more and more people started to get over-excited, riled up, and then competing with one another, the situation became out of hand quickly. Eventually things took an almost comically silly turn and she took off running, as the small crowd followed after her. This wasn’t the way she imagined the day going, but it certainly got her heart pounding in her chest.
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Instantly, the soldier turned around, noticing the brown-haired man from before. Recently, the young man had crashed into something, exhibiting his clumsiness to the world, but his importance to one. In a dramatic twist, the goals were forgotten as Raymond stared with widened eyes. The symptom of phantom pain, a sign of a connection beyond that capable of regular people. A bond forged by magic strengthened by fate's strings... Soulmates experienced phantom pains between one another. The pieces aligned naturally inside Raymond's head.

The man walking the adjacent sidewalk held more value than his personal mission. Before he was the key to avoiding lonely nights and seemingly endless abandonment. Beneath Raymond moved his feet, automatic as they hurried across the carless streets. Never was he graceful with words, and perhaps it exhibited itself in his initial actions. Quickened feet hastily caught up to the brown-haired man, Raymond grasping his shoulder and pulling him around. In mechanical movements, he grabbed the shorter male from his waist, hefting him onto his shoulder.

Without a second thought, he began moving down the street. His eyes searched for law enforcement or any lingering souls well refusing to register any complaints from the abducted party. Explanations could be given once safety was discovered after all.
- Raymond Kirche in Soul-Led Thief
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The harmonious notes of the piano echoed through the empty chapel. It had long since been abandoned, and Oriade suspected that he was the only one who was still aware of it’s presence. While it may be sad that it had been forgotten by the wiles of man and attention of time - Oriade wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t the case. If he came here to reflect - to remember - the last thing he needed was an audience. Eyes opening just a little as his fingers changed rhythm and direction, the melody changed to something still beautiful - but hauntingly ominous.

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Why do we sleep where we want to hide?

There’s a lightness to her chest that she’s never felt before – her wings clipped long ago when she was shackled in a gilded cage with a regalia of shattered dreams thrust upon her head. She chases that feeling, kissing him more urgently, a fevered wave of emotion that she wants to share.

A silent communication of importance and desire – a connection almost a decade in waiting for this moment to soar or crumble.

And boy does it feel like she’s flying.

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She was entertaining. A massive fucking giant. But he was starting to get used to entertaining people being much fucking taller than him. "They all fuckin' giants where you from o'er in Ireland then? Or didja mom fuck a mountain troll?"


Spoiler for language. The small robot swears a lot.
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i'm breaking the rules here but this isn't from one of my last posts; although it's one i frequently go back to read because writing this character comes so naturally. I love him.


His hands that were meant to inflict and do harm rarely ever were made to purposely do gentle actions and yet the sturdy male found himself holding back his usual strength so that the animal before him wouldn't be accidentally squeezed harder than it should. It was an uncharacteristically mindful side of the Assembly Captain that had been seeping out in this moment. To treat another living creature with this amount of attentiveness... it would be heavily questioned if anyone at all learned word that Seimei had been the one to be partaking in this behavior. When most thought of him they thought of a revered Tengu who showed no mercy, not even to the most innocent of beings. It's something that must be avoided at all costs- so Seimei was grateful that of all things it had been a feline to be the one to put him back to his feet. If another AP member were to see him like this... word would spread like a wildfire and even more so would he be disrespected.

"Why you... help me...?" He rarely ever spoke and yet here he was speaking to the one thing that could actually not speak to him back; at least not in a language he could understand. The caracal's various chirrups and friendly calls were soothing sounds that made his breathing feel all the more easier. His thoughts weren't as hard to navigate but there was no denying or riding of the underlying uneasiness that still remained. Small steps at a time would let his mood slowly improve but to some level his mind would linger in dark places far longer than it would your average person. Getting a grip on his mood, on his mind was much a heated battle. One that would cover his mind in the similar amount of scars his body possessed. "Nothing... good comes from helping... me...."

Yet he's slumping himself down further to be more at the height of this gentle Caracal. His hands continue with gently splaying through the fur of it's body as low rumbles emit from his throat. An unusual itch to embrace the friendly feline closer was steadily growing within but there was no doubt it'd definitely end up in scratches for Seimei. What wild animal like being held? He knew better than to act on such a thought but rarely... has the crow ever felt such a desire. The longing of affection was something he long abandoned; things like love or receiving attention were things he forced himself to rid of. No one longed for him and no one ever would. It was the undeniable truth he had resigned himself too.
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While Icarus had dutifully dodged the detective to and from school, he began relenting and allowing the old male to approach him. It was in order to foster a sense of trust or at the very least, some sort of closeness, and a small start lead to eventually meetings and questions on if he ever noticed anything strange in the family. For his part, Icarus fielded partial truths that on paper looked completely true and held little suspicion. Mother and Father weren’t often home, and Icarus often spent time out or hard at work for studies. The detective seemed to offer him small things like he felt sorry for his situations, small baked sweets or little hard candies that Icarus found himself becoming hooked upon. 

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I've got a hurricane in my head, I can't feel a thing, but it's better than dead
"My sister is a god damn Amazonian nightmare herself." Yeah, close enough right? Kari was probably the closest thing he had to family, so sister wasn't exactly a long shot. "Six feet of fucking spicy garbage."

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You would die for him without a second’s notice, easily, without thinking. You would take a bullet or any other deadly blow, as naturally as breathing, just for a chance of proof that you mean something to him. You would kill for him, if he asked, a river of blood would be worth an ounce of praise. Nobody was safe from this, not even yourself.


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Ellie had never given much thought to what she "deserved". The truth was, for people like her, it didn't really matter; she had learned that lesson by example. Ena had never deserved to be hidden away in the shadows like some shameful secret, only to be thrust into the light when it suited the Varley name. Her brother had never deserved to have his future stripped away from him in the blink of an eye. And maybe she didn't deserve to have every step she took scrutinized and judged by the highest standard, but it would be anyway, because she was a Varley. That was just the way things were, and all the time in the world spent wishing otherwise wouldn't have made what she felt matter.

Hearing Wells say it aloud, though, with her hand in his, was almost enough to make her believe it could.


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It blinks bright red in the dark, empty expanse of his room. Staring back into mismatched irises — both a warning and a reminder. Pupils constricted, the taste of chalk on his tongue, paste sticking to his throat. A blood stain dried on the pillow, down his nose on the curve of his lip, crusted to his cheek.

Every breath is euphoric, the body moves in slow motion. His thumb grazes over the slim, silver button of his cell. The blue is blinding with a photo of her face, now like a wanted poster rather than a frozen memory. He swipes it away, a sole tap:

Where are you? — sent at 4:17


No answer.

Another tally down on days he had stopped counting. The storm tries to build in his chest but can’t find the ocean. His eyelids weigh down in their defeat. Another day, they tell him. Just one more text, he replies:

I miss you. — sent at 4:28
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So, too, is Death possessed of infinite strategies and a gaunt nature.
for context this was from a bleach/burn the witch rp lmao



The Xcutioner was by no means a religious woman but there were some biblical things she understood quite well.

Sinners were snakes, and she was what sucked the venom out.

And, how does one stop a snake?

By cutting off its head.


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The bridge adjoining the castle's two main bodies spans the tributary that becomes the Great Lake. After waking and dressing in morning's muted silence, Noel heads there to smoke. He learned quickly that it's a nice place to do so, and who would be up at five in the morning to catch him?

It's cold as a witch's tit once he arrives, but home's cold too. With dry palms Noel covers the cigarette's end against a walking breeze to let it catch. It crackles like good bread. The sun teases the horizon, the sky dark still but lightening.

a starter i did for someone today! im trying to hone a sort of vestigial scene setting that ive seen employed by certain authors, and also learning to vary densely packed sentences with lighter ones (that still serve purpose), AND having the metaphor/writing style fit the character. eg, none of my other characters on this site would ever use the phrase "cold as a witch's tit" in their posts except noel haha
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"Woah there tiger, you tell everyone you meet all your business?" He asked quirking a brow at him. "Guess you really do need those bodyguards looking out for you." He returned and Nicolas always had this popular cool boy air about him that just made all the ladies swoon.


This is actually a quote from a post I just received in my thread with , but I had to share!! xDDD It was too hilarious not to!