PROMISES LOST, PROMISES FOUND

"Whatever makes you think that?" He hates it when Jung-bae is able to read him so clearly. It's easy to lie to Gi-hun, to hide and deny things. But Jung-bae is different, he is ready to analyze him and face him where Gi-hun would hold back.

"You're hyung's great friend. I appreciate that you've kept him company, despite my own opinions about your way of handling... life." Oh, he himself is one to talk but he is not about to reveal that to the other. He'd rather annoy him, if he can.

"You seem like the type of person who thinks he's better than people like me." It was hard to believe that the Sang-woo felt anything but hatred for him, despite saying otherwise. Hell, Jung-bae wouldn't have been surprised if he could barely tolerate Gi-hun.

"I know I've not been the best influence to Gi-hun over the years, but at least I've actually been here, unlike you." Judging Sang-woo for living his life was unfair. After all, Gi-hun was a fully grown adult capable of making his own decisions. Still, why the hell did Sang-woo feel the need to comment on Jung-bae's decisions?

"You know what? You're right. I do hate you."

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

a first kiss

a kiss to say goodbye

a kiss that says 'i've missed you'

a kiss first thing in the morning

a goodnight kiss

a cheek kiss

a shoulder / neck kiss

a kiss to the hand / palm / knuckles

a kiss under the stars

a kiss at sunset

a kiss before sunrise

a kiss while cuddling / spooning

a kiss by the navel / hips

a forehead kiss

a bunch of kisses down the spine

a kiss to the inner thigh

an ankle / calf kiss

𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳.

"Well, those are great new... We'll get along well, I'm exactly the same."

Necessary violence, though easy, always came with much more inherent effort than what people would claim. Though, it was in the nature of humanity – Eddie would know this better than anyone. Pushed to the brink, humans would bear fangs, whatever they required for survival.

They'd be needing that, now that everything was plunged right back into chaos. He wouldn't say he was expecting or even wanting this type of outcome... Everything is for a higher purpose. Zombies be damned, world be damned, he'd reach his goal, even if he had to pretend being on the other side of the situation, even if he had to face consequences.

The large collection of weapons presented to him left Toki unsure on whether to be impressed or concerned. How and when did Eddie find them? Why would a scientist of all people need to hoard so many? No, that isn't important right now. All he needed to worry about was simply surviving this mess, no matter what - or who - he had to sacrifice in the process.

"Benefit me how, exactly? I highly doubt you'll be able to offer me what I want." Toki queried while his hand reached for the machete lying in front of him. The scientists' proposition had certainly piqued his interest. Of course, there was the likely possibility that he was being lured into a trap, but what if Eddie was telling the truth? Fuck it, he thought. It wouldn't hurt to stick around a bit longer to see what his deal is. I could easily kill him if he tries anything.

R U N .

Indie, semi-selective, low activity Shauna Shipman from Yellowjackets as portrayed by Kuroki. Adapted to different media, looking for canon and crossover dynamics.

You only move when– when I say so.

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒. It had been a while since James had felt anything other than that.. and that was even before he arrived back in this town. Silent Hill. The fog. The monsters that inhabited it. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. What did it all mean..? James couldn’t make sense of any of it. It was almost as though his brain was purposely working overtime to block something out. But what was that 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆?

Taking refuge from the fog in one of the many abandoned buildings that Silent Hill had to offer in all its gloomy glory, James turned to face his new companion. “Can you blame me? This whole town’s gone to hell.” Everywhere he turned, a new monster seemed to be lurking around the corner ready to lunge at him and land a fatal 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄. Had it not been for both Harry and Maria, perhaps he wouldn’t have made it this far already. Well— more so Harry. Maria loved to pull a disappearing act from time to time.. now being the perfect example.

At least they had time to rest up before they had to chance the merciless streets again. “I feel like I’m losing my mind the longer I stay here.” He very well could’ve already 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐓. Who was to say anything that had happened tonight wasn’t merely a figment of his imagination? It wouldn’t be a massive shock. James was still deeply wracked by guilt 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 for his late wife. Maybe it’d finally driven him to 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. “This is real, isn’t it? You see the fog too? You’re real?” He had to make sure.

No, Harry couldn't blame James for his nerves. To be honest, he was feeling nervous too - not in regards to his own safety but Cheryl's - even if he didn't show it. What if she was dead already? Was Harry prepared to deal with the grief of losing another loved one? He could only hope a benevolent person had found her first and was protecting her from the roaming monsters.

At least Harry could take solice in having the other man as company. James certainly wasn't someone he'd interact with under normal circumstances, but two people trying to navigate Silent Hill was certainly better than one. Their aligned goals certainly helped matters, though he could only presume they'd split up when at least one of them found who they were looking for.

"Let's hope we don't have to stay here for too long then," Harry still didn't understand why Cheryl suggested Silent Hill of all places for their vacation. It easily could've been a pleasant town during its hayday, but now? The town was nothing but bad news. "Yeah, it's all real. At least I think so, anyway."