Twist: Could be in a Lab; in suspended animation, a possible clone in growth, undergoing science experiments, ect/
@the-masked-curiosity liked for a starter with Small!Zeke
The young boy was running through the city streets, looking behind him. We’re the police still following him? He hoped not. He didn’t wanna go back home.
On the sidewalk stood a man exuding the luxuriance and bizarreness of London’s wealthy. Perhaps you recognized him as a philanthropist? A slippery scoundrel? That one fellow some years back who you had heard had a salacious scandal at the Royal Courts? Or perhaps as just a mark?
Either way, he stood, appraising the foot traffic until he noticed a child running panicked through the street. He felt he had nothing better to do, so he passed the boy and began to accost a constable, placing himself as a diversion.
“I say, officer, why in God’s name are you pursuing that urchin with such fervency? I think Jack-Of-Smiles was just around that corner. Yes. That one with the woman’s body strewn across. No, the other one…”
Zeke hid behind a corner, panting as he watched the man distract the officers. He held the loot close to his chest, as if fearing it would be snatched away from him.
“Ye- n- He’s right there. You can’t miss him.” The thud of a well-aimed cudgel.
The man strolled back around the corner where he found Zeke. The mask, already a menace to adults, was magnified in its dreadfulness.
“Say, what was he so dead-set on recovering, anyway?”
Zeke hesitantly opened the package. It was just a bunch of jewelry. He had been planning on selling it for money. He was starving.
“They must be having a slow day. How about you take this, for your troubles?”
He produced a silk bag, rattling with various goods. You could make out the outlines of various relics from the previous cities, worth a pretty penny, as well as a small bottled soul, shimmering in the moonish light.
@the-masked-curiosity liked for a starter with Small!Zeke
The young boy was running through the city streets, looking behind him. We’re the police still following him? He hoped not. He didn’t wanna go back home.
On the sidewalk stood a man exuding the luxuriance and bizarreness of London’s wealthy. Perhaps you recognized him as a philanthropist? A slippery scoundrel? That one fellow some years back who you had heard had a salacious scandal at the Royal Courts? Or perhaps as just a mark?
Either way, he stood, appraising the foot traffic until he noticed a child running panicked through the street. He felt he had nothing better to do, so he passed the boy and began to accost a constable, placing himself as a diversion.
“I say, officer, why in God’s name are you pursuing that urchin with such fervency? I think Jack-Of-Smiles was just around that corner. Yes. That one with the woman’s body strewn across. No, the other one…”
Zeke hid behind a corner, panting as he watched the man distract the officers. He held the loot close to his chest, as if fearing it would be snatched away from him.
“Ye- n- He’s right there. You can’t miss him.” The thud of a well-aimed cudgel.
The man strolled back around the corner where he found Zeke. The mask, already a menace to adults, was magnified in its dreadfulness.
“Say, what was he so dead-set on recovering, anyway?”
@the-masked-curiosity liked for a starter with Small!Zeke
The young boy was running through the city streets, looking behind him. We’re the police still following him? He hoped not. He didn’t wanna go back home.
On the sidewalk stood a man exuding the luxuriance and bizarreness of London’s wealthy. Perhaps you recognized him as a philanthropist? A slippery scoundrel? That one fellow some years back who you had heard had a salacious scandal at the Royal Courts? Or perhaps as just a mark?
Either way, he stood, appraising the foot traffic until he noticed a child running panicked through the street. He felt he had nothing better to do, so he passed the boy and began to accost a constable, placing himself as a diversion.
“I say, officer, why in God’s name are you pursuing that urchin with such fervency? I think Jack-Of-Smiles was just around that corner. Yes. That one with the woman’s body strewn across. No, the other one…”
Incorrect Shakespeare Quotes
Not brought to you by the eloquent playwright is a sentence meme in which history gets a bit of a rewrite. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.
❝ The course of love screws everyone over at some point. ❞
❝ This above all: lie to everyone but yourself. ❞
❝ I will not only speak daggers to her, but use them as well. ❞
❝ How can one possibly desire too much of such a good thing? ❞
❝ I hate this place and would unwillingly lose my mind in it. ❞
❝ To hell with the bounds of modesty. ❞
❝ Some rise by sin, but all rise by pleasure. ❞
❝ We heard the cries at a godawful time. ❞
❝ A man can die a thousand times, but only once will his existence truly end. ❞
❝ The first thing we do, let’s grill the lawyers. ❞
❝ Fair is foul, and foul is neither everywhere nor nowhere. ❞
❝ The game has just begun. ❞
❝ My salad days, when I foolishly sacrificed the pleasure of juicy burgers. ❞
❝ Only a fool would wear their heart on their sleeve for the damned crows to peck at. ❞
❝ Love sought drives us mad, but giv'n unsought makes destroyers of us. ❞
❝ Men of few words tend to have few conversations. ❞
❝ Those words are roses planted in the garden of my heart. ❞
❝ From the tender embrace of life did she leave. ❞
❝ Nature teaches beasts to avoid man at all costs. ❞
❝ Though nothing is purely good or purely bad, that certainly doesn’t seem to stop us from considering things as such. ❞
❝ The lady has every right to protest, and would obviously be wise to keep doing so. ❞
❝ This is the very hell of love. ❞
❝ When sorrows come, they come in multiple bottles and glasses. ❞
❝ We’d be liars if we claimed to know better days. ❞
❝ The morons will pretend to be geniuses while the geniuses will inevitably shatter the illusion. ❞
❝ They say that youth and wisdom is the deadliest combination. ❞
Dark Magic sentence starters
I received an anonymous ask requesting starters for necromancy, so I decided to expand upon that idea and create starters for dark magic in general, including necromancy. Enjoy!
“I’ve never used this spell before.”
“Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason.”
“With this book of spells, we have the power to destroy everything.”
“If this wasn’t dangerous, it wouldn’t be interesting.”
“Have you ever wanted to bring someone back from the dead?”
“I don’t care what it takes. I’m bringing them back!”
“Be warned: what you’re going to see might terrify you.”
“This seems… dangerous.”
“One way or another, I’ll make them love me.”
“You can’t just use magic to manipulate people like this!”
“This isn’t right. It’s unnatural!”
“This is the only true way to speak to the dead.”
“If we do this spell correctly, we’ll own the world.”
“Do you believe in demons?”
“I’ll let you light the candles.”
“This isn’t the first curse I’ve cast.”
“This book of black magic is my little secret. Would you like to see?”
“Be quiet or I’ll curse you next.”
“They’ll regret the day they even thought to cross me.”
“Nothing will hurt us if we stay inside this circle.”
“They’ll be alive again, but not the same as they were before.”
“No one ever said dark magic was easy.”
“This spell couldn’t actually kill anyone, could it?”
“The ritual begins soon. I suggest you prepare yourself.”
“I’ve seen far more disturbing things than this.”
“Demons don’t scare me.”
“Let’s say the incantation together.”
“Do you want to see something truly horrifying?”
“We need a sacrifice.”
“All you need to do is offer a little bit of blood. Just a tiny bit, that’s all!”
“Trust me, and step into the circle.”
“I’ve never felt power like this before.”
“Open your eyes. It’s time for you to come back to life.”
“I’ve done it. I am the master over death!”
“I’m not evil. Magic isn’t evil. It’s just shades of grey.”
shit i say — sentence starters
i decided to make a meme out of all the shit i say regularly. enjoy!
GENERAL SHIT.
- ❝ I’M GONNA MCFREAKING LOSE MY MIND. ❞
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❝ I’m going to shove an entire baseball bat down my throat and smash my insides. ❞
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❝ *aggressive finger guns* ❞
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❝ *high pitched screeching* ❞
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❝ That’s where you’re right, kiddo. ❞
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❝ I AM THE ONE THAT WEIGHS A TON DON’T NEED A GUN—
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- ❝ HECK. ❞
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❝ GOTTA FUCKING BLAST. ❞
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❝ That’s my cue to blast outta here. ❞
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❝ GOT ME MOTHERFUCKING MCSHOOK. ❞
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❝ Thoroughly shooken. ❞
- ❝ LISTEN— ❞
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❝ Trust me, I’m a professional. ❞
- ❝ I’m gonna throw myself off of a fucking bridge. ❞
- ❝ I’m convinced I was a cat in a past life. ❞
- ❝ Inject caffeine directly into my veins, please. ❞
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❝ I literally have a ‘white people voice’ for when I’m being polite. ❞
- ❝ I sound like a fucking twelve year old. ❞
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❝ I got a tiny ass head. It’s like a fucking golf ball. ❞
BITTER SHIT.
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❝ _____ is the literal bane of my existence. ❞
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❝ I hate you. …I’m kidding. ❞
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❝ Yeah, well, he’s/she’s/they’re a manipulative cunt, so. ❞
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❝ I’m gonna punch you in the fucking mouth. ❞
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❝ I’m small and bitter like an espresso. ❞
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❝ I am Denatonium benzoate, aka the most bitter substance on the planet. ❞
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❝ *facepalm* ❞
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❝ *frustrated groaning* ❞
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❝ I hate _____ with every fiber of my being. ❞
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❝ I will kick your fucking ass. ❞
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❝ Don’t you fucking dare. ❞
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❝ I get it, I’m fucking short. ❞
LOVEY SHIT.
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❝ You mean a lot to me. Like, seriously, a fucking lot. ❞
- ❝ I do it because I love you. ❞
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❝ *fondly* Fucking nerd. ❞
- ❝ *fondly* Dumbass. ❞
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❝ You are my absolute favorite person. ❞
- ❝ *heart eyes* ❞
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❝ Don’t even fucking think about leaving without giving me a hug. ❞
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❝ *whining noises and grabby hands* ❞
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❝ There he/she/they go(es), the love of my life. ❞
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❝ It’s literally unfair how attractive he/she/they is/are. ❞
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❝ Look at how pretty he/she/they is/are, I’m gonna fucking cry. ❞
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❝ I just wanna smooch his/her/their face. ❞
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❝ JUST LOOK AT HIM/HER/THEM! I’M GONNA SCREAM. ❞
MOM-FRIEND SHIT.
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❝ I am mom-friend. ❞
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❝ You best not be fucking texting and driving. ❞
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❝ Do you want ____? ❞
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❝ Please don’t do that, you’re worrying me. ❞
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❝ Listen, my job is to make sure everyone else is okay. ❞
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❝ ‘Drink water kids!’ I say as I am severely dehydrated. ❞
- ❝ ____, that’s not good. ❞
- ❝ Who do I have to fucking fight? ❞
ANGSTY SHIT.
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❝ I hate myself with every fiber of my being. ❞
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❝ I’m just really fucking scared. ❞
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❝ I’m sorry that I love you. ❞
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❝ I’m sorry that I’m like this. ❞
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❝ What’s wrong with me? ❞
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❝ God, this happens every fucking time. ❞
- ❝ I loved her/him/them. And she/he/they fucking abandoned me. ❞
- ❝ I don’t know what I’m doing. ❞
- ❝ Why the fuck am I crying? ❞
- ❝ I’m getting bad again. ❞
- ❝ It’s like everything goes in one ear, out the other with you. ❞
- ❝ I’ve told you time and fucking time again that it makes me feel like shit, and yet you still do it. ❞
- ❝ I look and feel like absolute shit. ❞
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❝ It’s nothing, I’m fine. ❞
SLEEPY SHIT.
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❝ I’m so fucking exhausted. ❞
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❝ I really wanna just sleep. ❞
- ❝ I need to just sleep for like 17 years. ❞
- ❝ I could literally fall asleep anywhere. ❞
- ❝ I’m gonna pass out in the middle of the hallway. ❞
- ❝ I’m already fucking tired. ❞
- ❝ If I sit still in one place for like 30 minutes, I will fall asleep. ❞
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❝ Can I just nap instead? ❞
“Oh. So it makes you like, famous or something?”
“At the very least, it makes me stand out. Any halfwit could get a mask drilled in their face. It takes a smarter halfwit to make the most of that.”
Zeke nodded.
“What exactly do you do?”
“I am an ordained member of the Counter-Church. I give talks, encourage people to reconsider their choices. Just to get in I had to convince a priest to do this.”
He held up a golden cross, inlaid in an odd cyan, one of the arms hammered crooked.
“So you’re like…a preacher?”
“A bit more salacious, but essentially yes.”
“Oh. So it makes you like, famous or something?”
“At the very least, it makes me stand out. Any halfwit could get a mask drilled in their face. It takes a smarter halfwit to make the most of that.”
Zeke nodded.
“What exactly do you do?”
“I am an ordained member of the Counter-Church. I give talks, encourage people to reconsider their choices. Just to get in I had to convince a priest to do this.”
He held up a golden cross, inlaid in an odd cyan, one of the arms hammered crooked.