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"I wanna different story!"
Coraline pulled the small child into her lap. "Okay. There was this lady, who's sure all that glitters is gold-"
"Are you seriously gonna just tell my baby sister the lyrics to Stairway to Heaven as a bedtime story?"
"You have a better story?"
yo listen up, here's the story
about a little guy that lives in a blue world
"What's the magic word?"
…
"Please"
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“I… call myself a ghost, for… simplicity, I suppose.” He spoke quietly, tentatively, an admittance of uncertainty unlike that which Feather had ever heard. “But in truth…” Soul let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know any more about what’s happened to me than you can see with the naked eye. Living or dead, or in an obscure state between… What am I, Feather? For I cannot tell.”
“I knew all of them,” He murmured, “At least, I thought I did. Once. A long time ago.”
“What were they like?”
Some crumpled copy of a smile crossed his face. “They were going to change the world.”
And around them, the world burned.
(But that’s just tumblr?)
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From a chat fic I'm working on.
Monsieur Beast: Thank you. Now I am going to mute this. Only tag me if it’s important or I will remove your spine through your throat.
any way the wind blows: kinky
Monsieur Beast: Good riddance.
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have a few recent lines from a few different stories sorry if i went over the line limit on any of them
Cain
A phantom blade pressed against his throat, over and over again. Thick liquid spilled around the cold metal; it filled his throat and drained into his lungs. Or maybe not, he didn’t know. All he knew was suffocation.
The impenetrable darkness offered no help.
Promised One
Mai waved her hand, and the door swung open. Her other hand gestured for him to leave. “I shall see you again when the time comes. Good luck, Eiya.” Her eyes sparkled, and through the ocean of delight and conspiracy, he could see a tiny speck of sincerity within them.
Say My Name
No hickeys, hm? We’ll see about that.
Witchcraft In Your Lips
A lifetime seemed to have passed when I finally worked up the strength to turn my eyes to the other side of the bed.
Natalie’s face pinched at whatever she was dreaming about, an annoyed groan slipping past her lips as she flipped onto her other side and tangled herself even more into the blankets.
Just a dream.
Just…
A dream.
“Shit.”
"A chunk of one was missing, and every five pages were dog-eared"
"Either way, the only question left was, what could possibly happen now?"
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He won't come for you.
He will. You'll see. He's searching for me. I know it.
Really? And what makes you think he's not in his office, drinking wine, laughing at you? What makes you think that he's worried about you? What if he's glad that he finally got rid of you?
No…he's not…he cares…about me…
But he left you here, didn't he? A prisoner in this hell hole. And now, look at you, all broken. Face it Septimus. He doesn't care. And he never has. You were just a pawn to him. A tool to win the war.
A pawn…
There was silence, and then a strangled sob.
Septimus had finally reached his breaking point.
It was all a lie…
I don't even know the context and I wanna hug Septimus poor bby ;-;
"Where the hell are you from?" Johnny snapped, already annoyed with and embarrassed by the small girl in front of them.
The girl smiled, eyes flickering to a bright purple. "Somewhere far beyond your comprehension."
Dee Dee furrowed his brow. "…Yonkers…?"
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I don't even know the context and I wanna hug Septimus poor bby ;-;
Septimus needs all the hugs he can get.
“I am not going back,” Ledâhlav said. “Perhaps not ever. The place of my birth is not my home.” She turned away from the border.
“One day I might return.” She remembered Metâhul and vowed to see him again. “But not yet.”
"I stare after her in shock as she walks away, small, bejeweled, and colorful."
She just had to pray there wasn’t anyone responsible on the other side.
"Whose says I have to do something that impacts the world? Why can't I just do something that impacts my world?"
(to the tune of Shia Lebeuf)
Super yeet suburban dude Angry Neighbor
"Taking the opportunity of everyone’s slack and shocked expressions - except for Helmer, who only worse a hard, cold one - I gently untangled myself from Charity and jumped right off the roof of the building."
Then she wrapped the whole hand in seaweed.
“May curses fall on their heads for their cruelty.” He stared at the fire, silent, his eyes brightly flashing discs of green.
(I swear this isn’t a “ice blue orbs”)
His hand brushed lightly on her shoulder and she collapsed onto him like a puppet whose strings had been let fall.
I wonder if it came from the same section of the forest that the arm-trees are in.
His hand brushed lightly on her shoulder and she collapsed onto him like a puppet whose strings had been let fall.
This simile is awesome!
They both knew she was asking why he was where everyone knew Madeleine would be, late in the day, practically evening, when hardly anyone was in the library, a book of Lord Byron’s poetry open in his hand.
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