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{{ I’m so sorry for being so absent! I had a writer’s block and have been dealing with a lot of irl stuff, so I’ve been a little preoccupied to say the least. I’m leaving for the weekend now but I’m starting to get my muse back. That said, anticipate more replies come Monday! ))
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Czeslaw Milosz, Notebook.
I really wanted to draw Angela in scrubs aayy
Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve
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Mountain Air
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He could heart his heart beat in his ears, a steady, measured pace that thumped out time like the metronome. He inhaled, taking the mountain air deep into his lungs and letting the innate chill bite deep into his bones and reinvigorate his muscles. This high up in the mountains there was nothing to mar the atmosphere. The air was fresh, pure, natural, as it was meant to be before mankind’s industry had tarnished it. Such a place was rare these days, but such a place as unsullied as this was a locus point for the magical winds. And that made it invaluable for beings such as him, and more so for those trying to be what he was. It was a sacred place, lost to the world and suspended in time.
Time.
The mage had lost track of time. He could regain it easily simply by checking the pocket watch residing in his coat, but he had purposely left his coat draped over a rock at the perimeter of clearing, leaving him in nothing but his white shirt and trousers. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the circular bands of runic tattoos that ran up his forearms and higher. The warm sun on his skin contrasted sharply but not unpleasantly with the chill air and his hair caught the flurries of powdery snowflakes blown up from the ground by the breeze. Time was immaterial to him in this moment.
Why would he count the advances of time when he was with the one woman who could make it stop simply by looking at him?
Krayt’s focus shifted outward, turning from his own body and mind and reaching out for the only other soul on the mountain with him. Her spirit fire was warm, and he found him drawn to its glow like a moth to flame. Her smile had the same effect on him, though he would never dare admit it out loud. Angela Ziegler had become a fast friend, and although it was undeniable that there was something more between them, that line had, as of yet, remained uncrossed.
“Can you feel it?” Krayt asked. He opened his eyes but saw not with his natural vision, but with the witch sight that allowed him to see the flow of the five winds of magic. He knew the answer. Strands of the white wind whirled about Angela like a vortex, drawn to her innate connection. The real question was could she control it?
Angela feels the breath enter in through her parted lips, sharp and brisk. The air travels south, causing her diaphragm to contract and move downwards, thus causing her chest to puff out and her lungs to expand into it. The oxygen floods her insides, flowing life into her body with the simple gesture. Her breathing is deliberate as she meditates on this mountain. Inhale for a few short beats, holding it for twice as long, and exhales through a longer span. It slows her heart rate and forces her mind to slow with it. It’s cathartic, being so high up from the rest of the world and savoring nature. And Angela has had Switzerland her whole life, enjoying its nature to the fullest while a child. If only she had such luxuries as an adult to while away her days in the lush verdant forests or snowcapped mountains. It’s why she relishes this moment with Daniel, even if neither speak much. Not vocally, at least. Coming up here had been a marvelous idea on Krayt’s behalf. Even someone as naive as Angela could feel how the magical winds coalesced around her soul. It had only been a few days since Angela mastered a passive cognizance over the winds. Whereas before she had no prior knowledge nor ability to sense the flow of magic around her, she was now able to sense it. It thrums in every nook and cranny, she noticed immediately. In the streets of Zürich, out by the coast, even up in this mountain; each locale carried its own unique swirl of the winds. Sometimes one area was stronger in the red winds and weaker in the blue, so on and so forth. She was beginning to pick up on these things as well, but she still felt like such a novice. This was the fundamental basic of understanding the winds and beginning usage of them, so she’d still take it as a victory. “Yes,” Angela replied softly, sapphire eyes remaining shut as she felt the ebb and flow of the winds. “I feel it like a gentle breeze--but not on my skin. It’s deeper than that. It’s...such a complex feeling, it’s almost impossible for me to describe, though I’m sure you of all people know full well what I’m feeling.” Although her posture was relaxed, Angela had been warring against some exhaustion lately. They had come out at night while everyone else slept. It was perfect for night owls such as themselves. No one would notice them disappear into the dead of night, their lessons illuminated by the moon up above. At this point, the moon had waned considerable and the milky light on the horizon spoke of dawn. They’d have to wrap up soon if Angela wanted any semblance of sleep. At least her schedule would be free enough to allow an extended sleep once they finish up here. “I,” Angela began, nose scrunching up slightly, “I can feel it, but...manipulating it to any degree seems impossible. I’m grasping out for it, and just as I feel it in my clutch, it passes through. As if it were incorporeal...which, I suppose it is.” The woman frowns, though her eyes continue being shut. Perhaps a new methodology is required. The blonde doctor chides herself internally for using Moira’s own quote, but there’s truth behind it. If grabbing out for the wind isn’t working, perhaps she ought not reach for it at all. Instead of grasping for it, what if she allowed it inside instead? So, inhaling a deeper breath this time, Angela slowly exhales, lowering her guard and ensuring her body is completely loose. Only once she’s certain her posture is fully relaxed does she attempt to seek out the winds again. There, the white wind exists, pulled toward Angela’s orbit naturally. It rested there, rotating around her body, idle. Another breath. “Bitte,” She mumbles softly, attempting to flex the fire of her soul, to invite the winds to her core. A final breath, and upon the exhale Angela’s eyes finally open. Vibrant blues reappear, and with their arrival came a tiny spark. It would have been unnoticeable if it weren’t still somewhat dark out, but it’s there; a small white mote, pulsing proudly with a triumphant light. It was no bigger than a bouncy ball, but it was a worthy enough achievement to earn a surprised gasp from the blonde. “Daniel!” Angela exclaims softly, her excitement apparent in both her hushed tone and brightened expression. Reaching out with both hands, she watches as the tiny mote of light floats above her opened palms, bobbing and weaving like a small hummingbird looking for nectar. It brings a mirthful smile to her lips, gentle laughter breaking free from her lips.
{{ Munday is sick Lenore being sick but hey I'm slowly kicking the cold's ass! }}
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{{ I LOVE supernatural and mystical lore kind of literature. It could be a historical text about a certain area’s pantheon or a book dealing with magical concepts in general. I really did love Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’ quite a lot in school and it still kinda sticks around as one of my favorites. Maybe romantic horror is another genre I’m in love with, but that tends to only be seen in authors from old classical literature days. }}
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Pokemon: Detective Pikachu (Film) Sentence Starters
A collection of sentences from the film version of Pokemon: Detective Pikachu.
“See, this is what I’m talking about, my heart is pounding!” “Tell me you didn’t plan this.” “I thought you wanted to hang out and relive the good old days, like when we were kids.” “Are there any other emotional truth bombs you wanna drop on me?” “You know, not everyone can pull off wearing the skull of their dead relative but, you know, you sure can.” “I’m too tired to be angry.” “Wait, five voicemails, why do I have five voicemails?” “He may look grumpy on the outside, but I assure you, he is adorable on the inside.” “No one should go through this type of thing alone.” “Are you trying to rob me or just annoy me?” “You just walked in to quite a story.” “I don’t fear fear.” “ ___ was on to something big. Real big.” “Loner. Probably hiding something.” “I may only be an unpaid intern, but I can smell a story.” “Still with the old detective movies?” “I know you can’t understand me, but put down the stapler or I will electrocute you.” “I’ve been so lonely!” “I’m gonna throw up.” “Okay I’m gonna get a knife!” “Put your pants back on and run like the wind!” “They seem to be attracted to your increasing nudness!” “I think pants are gonna do you a lot of good right now.” “Me, I don’t wear underwear. I’m not modest.” “You’re adorable.” “It’s like destiny!” “You want a coffee? ‘cuz I could use a coffee. Yeah, that’s it, let’s get a coffee.” “I can stop whenever I want, these are just choices.” “Another round, extra shot, black as night, thank you sweetie.” “I can feel that in my jellies!” “Case closed! But still open until I solved it!” “___ faked his own death! Or, somebody faked ____’s death! Or! ___ faked somebody else’s death!” “There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope!” “Oooh, you feel it, you feel it in your jellies.” “We’re gonna do this. You and me.” “I’ve never felt so flattered and creeped out at the same time.” “We can’t go to the cops, not 'til we know who we can trust.” “These aren’t clues, this is the work of a serial killer!” “This is what a Frenchman would call caliente fiesta!” “Just step anywhere, it’s only my life’s work.” “Oh sweet mother of Arceus.” “This isn’t an office, it’s a coffin with pencils.” “It’s not the sort of place you don’t want to be alone at night.” “I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.” “I promise that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.” “He’s saying you can shove it.” “That went dark fast, I like this, I like this very much.” “Oh, I smell what you’re stepping in.” “I’d like to see this guy’s internet search history.” “All I hear are consonants and all I see are nipples.” “I’m about to rock this place!” “Get me the hell out of here!” “You don’t wanna do this, I’m adorable!” “He’d be damn proud of you, kid.” “Well that’s a bad guy car.” “That’s a twist, that’s very twisty.” “Well there’s no such thing as daddy issues without daddy.” “Second chances are special things, kid.” “What does it all mean? I don’t know!” “This is very exciting, are you excited?!” “So let me get this right. We’re forced to listen to this spa music so your head doesn’t explode and kill us all.” “I’m pretty sure this is the worst idea anyone’s ever had.” “I hated rubbing your feet! I’ll never forgive my hands for what they did!” “I can feel it in my jellies.” “I made that up! There’s no jellies!” “You tried to kill him!” “I’m sorry, I pushed you away when you needed me the most.” “I will undo what has been done.” “I hope we never get to see each other again.”
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Middle of the night false alarm.. I guess?
I just wanted to draw a bed hair xD
Generally unimpressed
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The magician watched the good doctor, his face glowing with the warmth of his smile and the light in his cobalt eyes. The fact she seemed to reciprocate his feelings- no not seemed. She did. She had just spoken those words of affirmation. They were headed down the same emotional path willingly and of their own volition. He was glad for that, and despite the desire to sprint to the end of that alluring road, Krayt stayed himself. All in good time. “I will keep you in line, Angela,” he replied, both teasing and heartfelt at the same time. “If we are to begin venturing together as partners, in whatever capacity, there should be communication between us. And that includes informing the other when alone time is needed. I trust you will return the favor. You jest about being the burden, but should the inverse prove to be true, please tell me. I do not wish there to be bad blood between us over things unsaid.”
His eyes turned from hers for a moment, looking instead at the book open on the desk before them. He smiled, and with a hand gently closed the tome before lifting it and placing it in Angela’s grasp.
“Yes, it is probably time to part ways for now,” he agreed. There was a hint of melancholy in his tone. To have her leave him so soon… well, after fitting together so effortlessly in such a short period of time it felt like she might walk out of his office with more of his heart than he had ever intended giving anyone. He trusted she would care for it, but the pain of longing was something that would never truly be erased. He was already pleading for the next time she might cross his path. “Though I feel must point out that for the others to talk, they would need to know I exist and…” He shrugged. “They do not. So I would not let that notion bother you too much.”
The magician smiled and helped Angela to her feet before guiding her towards the spiral staircase. His hand rested gently but firmly against the small of her back until he removed it and took a step back to allow them both sufficient room to replace their shoes on their feet. Then up the stairs they went, Krayt walking Angela to the door. He paused there, regarding her once more with those deep cobalt blues of his.
“I must thank you, Angela,” he said earnestly. “Despite how our crossing paths was orchestrated, you have ultimately given me something I do not believe I have ever had. As a friend, I feel like I have known you for my whole life, and yet I know that to be untrue. Regardless, I believe this is the first time I have been genuinely happy in a long time.”
His minor monologue completed, the mage leaned forward just enough to press his lips to Angela’s cheek. “Forgive me if that was too forward, but I could not fathom a better way to express my appreciation.”
A coy smile plays upon her lips at Krayt’s words, a feeling of hope and elation present in those prestigious blue eyes of hers. He spoke of a future together. Angela’s heart raced at that. Even if all her aspirations regarding the pairing were dashed and they were left with a platonic bond, she’d be accepting of it. Beyond the flirtation and coy gestures, there was a genuine friendship already solidifying between them. The horrific event on the train--perhaps moreso for Angela than Krayt--only proved to strengthen that budding link between them. And after tonight, things have only flourished. It’s as they told that accursed demon hours ago; together, they were stronger than even fear itself. “I hardly think there will be bad blood between us, but anything is possible,” She replies, glancing over at Krayt with a patient smile. “I understand that things can happen and misunderstanding might form. I’ll be sure to be as transparent as possible with you. We’re both mature and responsible. I’m fairly certain we can face any issues head on.” It was an honest reply, one that Angela was willing to back up should the time come. Even if war and tragedy should separate them, she would seek him out. And if even seeking him out does not work and they should meet again, she would welcome him with open arms. If for no other reason than this blooming light within her chest, the mirthful heat which radiates each time she peeks into those deep mysterious cobalts. With the tome in her grasp, Angela allows Krayt to guide her to their shoes and up toward the door, not hesitating throughout the process despite her own desires. It would be easy, she thinks, to find an excuse to dawdle longer and forget the world several meters of concrete above their heads. Maybe she could take a sick day, or even proclaim a sabbatical for furthering ‘research’. But that wasn’t responsible, and it certainly wasn’t something Angela Ziegler would do. There are people who could use her help, both innocent and fellow operatives of Overwatch. She needed to be available to heed any call for help, whenever or wherever it might come from. Spending time with Krayt--although addictive--could be done in her spare time. Breaks, days off, and stretches of time that should be used for sleeping could be utilized here, at the magician’s side, learning the winds and each other at the same time. By the time she reaches the door, that reluctance reemerges within her. Angela knows she’s already decided on leaving, but feeling that heavy weight on her chest makes it awfully hard to move an inch further. Thankfully, Krayt disturbs her deliberations with a kind remark. It’s enough to lessen the load weighing her down, but only slightly. “Daniel,” she calls out gently, her precious blue eyes admiring Krayt from the close distance they held. To say she was touched by his sentiments was an understatement. If his ears were a touch keener, surely he’d hear that thunderous thump inside her chest. The words were innocent enough, but oh the effect they had on her heart. And then he kissed her. It was chaste, more of a peck than anything. And it wasn’t even on her lips, just her cheek. Then why did she feel suddenly weightless? Had he cast a spell upon her as a future lesson to be elaborated on in the future? The sweet, sincere words which followed brought Angela back down from her high. Not all the way, but enough to recognize the words spoken. She hoped she weren’t wearing a dazed grin, though the odds of that were slim. “Not at all,” the reply came, that book now clutched tighter against her chest. As if that would hide the harsh vibrations it made. “I...I will have to muse over how to properly convey myself when next we meet, but for now I’ll leave you with this,” Angela calls out, leaning forward to place a mirrored kiss to Krayt’s opposite cheek, her face lingering close for a beat too long. She couldn’t help herself. Being this close, she could feel the heat of his body, the breath tumbling forth from his lips. It was intoxicating, but she steeled herself long enough to reach for the door. “I’m free after seven o’clock tomorrow night. Perhaps you’ll find me knocking upon your door sometime around then.” She then cants her head, a blinding smile the last expression she offers him before opening the door and moving through it. “I’ll make my way to the elevator. Have a splendid night, Daniel...I’m so grateful to have met you, and I look forward to our future together.”
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On purpose mistletoe~
The clang of her heels against the steel floor announce her arrival before anything else. Click, click, cling! Her footfalls are heavy and inelegant, completely unlike the normally composed woman Angela typically was. It was nearing midnight by the time Angela arrived at the undisclosed facility within Oasis. What brought her to this jewel in the desert wasn’t the sightseeing, rather, a disturbing message from her long time friend and rival, Moira. It was a cryptic distress call, holding only an address with alternating shades of purple, yellow, and black. That color choice along with the address leading her to Iraq could only be from the fair skinned geneticist.Now here she was, racing down an underground hall that seemed eerily empty, armed with only her blaster for protection. After all, she couldn’t go racing in full regalia and draw unnecessary attention. Reaching the end of the long hall, Angela’s eyes scanned the plate on the door, recognizing the name engraved upon it. It glinted dully in the fluorescent lighting, reflecting the one and only name that had been on the tip of Angela’s tongue for hours now.“MOIRA!!” Angela shouts thunderously, emotion dripping from her words as she sprinted through the sliding doors. Coming to an immediate halt, the breathless blonde was left peering inside the dimly lit office, dumbfounded. Within wasn’t Moira’s dead body--just Moira, smiling a devilish grin back at Angela as if in mockery of the blonde’s exasperated state. “M-Moira? What--” Before she could interrogate the ginger further, the geneticist gestures upward, causing Angela to follow her guiding hand toward the ceiling. Mistletoe? By the time her blue eyes returned on Moira, the taller scientist had approached her space, slender hands already cupping Angela’s cheeks. Huffing loudly--both from catching her breath after sprinting so long and also from realizing she’d been hoodwinked--the Swiss doctor leans in close enough for their noses to brush. “Fröhliche Weihnachten, Moira, mein Herz...”
