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what if i make a jjk single or duo oc muse blog,,,,,
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okay but it's fully reasonable to think of koemi as a lamb, slaughter of sacrifice, god's mercy on all but none for the instruments of mercy, etc etc

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đ ïœĄ:*âą â ITâS CHRISTMAS TIME !   âș   ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )
send a symbol for our muses to:
đČ  â  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree đ  â decorate a christmas tree together đ  â be caught standing under the mistletoe đœÂ â  prepare the christmas dinner together đȘ  â bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies âïžÂ  â drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc⊠) đ   â decorate a gingerbread house together đŹÂ  â watch a christmas movie đ â  see a christmas musical/play at the theater đ„ â have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree đ  â drive around the city to see the christmas lights âïžÂ  â send each other a christmas card đ đ»Â  â be each otherâs secret santa đ â exchange & open chistmas presents đ  â  go christmas shopping together đ  â go out wearing matching christmas sweaters đ  â  attend a holiday party together đ·Â  â have a holiday photoshoot đ¶Â  â go christmas caroling đ  â dance around the living room to christmas songs đ  â  volunteer together at a local charity âïžÂ  â go on a christmas getaway âïžÂ  â create their own christmas/holiday tradition đ  â decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfÉŻ, depending on musesâ relationship ) đ  â  wildcard !  choose your own activity !
yea..... yeah..... i'm revamping one of my old ikesen oc muses and turning her into a jjk oc..... yea.......
(  when  i  wake  up ,   i  see :   you  with  me  )   &   you  say ,   as  long  as  iâm  here   [ . . . ]   no  one  can  hurt  you ,   donât  wanna  lie  here   /   but  you  can  learn  to   -   if  i  could  change  the  way  that  you  see  yourself ,   you  wouldnât  wonder  why  you  hear   (  they  donât  deserve  you  )   if  i  knew  it  all  then ,   would  i  do  it  again ?   /   if  they  knew  what  they  said  would  go  straight  to  my  head ,   what  would  they  say  instead ? | carrd .
BEOWULF: A NEW TRANSLATION SENTENCE STARTERS
taken from maria dahvana headlyâs translation of beowulf. feel free to change pronouns, etc.
â tell me we still know how to speak of kings. â â everyone knows what men are: brave, bold, glory-bound. â â i spent my youth fists up. â â a boy canât daddy until his daddyâs dead. â â privilege is the way men prime power, the world over. â â even ghosts must be fitted to fight. â â weâll mourn the way men do. â â it was asking for burning, but that hadnât happened yet. â â every castle wants invading, and every family has enemies born within it. â â there are prayers to call out, and pains to bear. â â a hellionâs home is anywhere good men fear to tread. â â is it true that something savage walks at night? â â i know the difference between words and deeds, as anyone with half a brain does. â â horrors happen. iâm grown, i know it. fate can fuck you up. â â i heard no one could convince you of clarity. â â well, actually, buddy, sit down, youâre drunk. â â i knew my duty. â â you know how it goes: godâs the final decider, and men only the question-askers, students seeking solace. â â only yesterday, i thought my heart would never be mended. â â anyone who lives long will endure both ecstasy and ugliness. â â fire comes from the same family as famine. it can feast, unfulfilled, forever. â â any season is a season for blood, if you look at it in the right light. â â if you want to win, you have to forget youâre afraid to die. â â no one knows the name of the lost soul whoâd interred those spoils long ago, burying the grave goods of a wealthy race. death had snatched them all into a sack and lifted them out of existence, leaving only one. â â we existed; now weâre extinct. â â we all know stories like this one: a man unmarked by fate may sometimes cloak himself in godâs grace, passing close to monsters, unbeheld. â â that trust will turn to dust, like everything. â â stricken, suddenly unsteady, i foresaw my fate in the fog, shrouded but certain. â â i lived whole lives in my youth. i remember every moment, even now. â â there was no way to mourn him, no vengeance to be had, for what could mitigate the blame? who was left to shame for this heart-thieving? nobody. â â no settlement in silver can buy a child back from the gods of air. â â iâm not dead yet. iâll lead while taking my last breath. â â you wonât be bested while your heart beats. â â your fame wonât diminish. your historyâs here. â â i want to know it was worth it. my dying will be easier if i see what i died to do. â â living has killed us all. weâre dustbinned by destiny. â â at least i, alone among these ranks, tried. â â now is a time for mourning, for walking, downcast, the exileâs road, gray-garbed and grim. â â maybe a manâs mighty, maybe heâs known to all as a warrior, but death has his number. no one knows when itâll be called. â â no man knows, not me, not you, how to get to goodbye. â
â đ â   the  great   (2020 â 2023)  rp starters ! featuring violence, explicit language & mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .
if the crown fits ... take it.
i promised myself a great love. that didnât work out.Â
you fired something in me, and when i look at you now, i must have you again.Â
i have carried a romantic idea of people all my life.
it was an act of love, not an act of betrayal.
i saw a great love as a kind of perfect love. maybe it's not.
you're delusional about people, about the world.
that is your great gift. but it's a curse as well.
we cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.
you are always seeking for me to look at reality. well, i am, and it's horrifying.Â
it is a flaw for a leader to want love so much.
you don't believe in me. i've spent my life trying to get you to.. and you just don't.
the worst thing in life is to come up against your own limitations and stumble.
i can't stop loving you when you talk, it rushes me.
no morality, no philosophy, just win.
i think you have a large appetite that is not constrained by morality.
you are complicating me.
a great love, like a great country or a great leader even ... is a flawed one.
not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun.
it's .. close to enough.
you do this, and you can't come back. i mean it.
there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.
i never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant.
i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.
sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears.Â
i look at you ... and my heart breaks. for your pain. for your sorrows.
i will not live a powerless life.
i do not wish to avoid bloodshed. what part of that plan do you not understand?
sometimes i'm so clever, i have to take a breath not to become dizzy.
i think i was angry because no one has ever not liked me.
there is no other way. i am a prisoner here.
you think me more naive than i am.
we are always not quite as good as we wish.
i don't want to kill you. you're not a bad person.
i could kill you. you are a bad person.
you're so sweet sometimes, i could just kiss you on the nose.
people underestimate the joy in suffering.
it wasn't destiny that did it. i did it.
i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.
you're lying, which is both out of character and really annoying.
i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose.
i will not be at your, or anyone's whim.
i wondered what had happened to you! well, wondered might be too strong.

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( dialogue prompts taken from the script of  everything everywhere all at once (2022), directed by daniel kwan and daniel scheinert. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
â you look really pretty right now. â
â stop changing the subject. â
â every day i fight, i fight for all of us. â
â what are you doing? what is wrong? â
â if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. â
â you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.â
â we can make our own way. please, come with me. â
â don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.â
â i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. â
â iâm here because we need your help.â
â sorry, very busy today. no time to help youâ â
â all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. â
â iâm here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. â
â i'm not ready to fight yet. â
â maybe we don't have a choice. â
â now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. â
â i... want to lie here. â
â how often do people literally die laughing? â
â my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? â
â we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. â
â how did i die? â
â i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. â
â what!? who wants me dead? â
â youâve been feeling it too, havenât you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. â
â maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. â
â i never said that. â
â you didnât have to. itâs the way you look at me. â
â canât you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? â
â i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. â
â shhh, you're not thinking straight. â
â what is worse than death? â
â i saw your face on a billboard and â this is silly â i wondered if you remembered me... â
â is it that i canât be here, or that iâm not allowed to be here? â
â there is no good, there is no evil. there is only âgoovilâ. â
â if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. â
â do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! â
â donât make me fight you. i am really really good. â
â you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. â
â you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. â
â you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? â
â how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? â
â the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. â
â i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. â
â i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. â
â i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. â
â just think happy thoughts. â
â you okay? caught you staring off into space again. â
â i'm the one you've been looking for. â
â iâm the one who will defeat you. â
â youâre finally free, like me. â
â you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. â
â before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? â
â all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... â
â oh, good, you're here too. â
â i'm sorry about ruining everything, iâ â
â we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. â
â everything is going to be okay. â
â you think iâm weak donât you? â
â when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. â
â please! can we just stop fighting! â
â you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. â
â the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. â
â i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. â
â in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. â
â you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. â
â you arenât unlovable. there is always something to love. â
â even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, weâd all be very good with our feet! â
â in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. â
â we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. â
â maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. â
â i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. â
â out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? â
â i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. â
â i will cherish these few specks of time. â
sentence starters: poetry edition.
âwhat does it feel like to be lonely? it feels like being hungry; like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast.â âit hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body.â âthe pure and simple truth is rarely pure, and never simple.â âthere were two reasons i was scared to let people in; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find.â âi often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship.â âitâs all the love you want to give, but cannot. all that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. grief is just love with no place to go.â âi want to say something but shame prevents me.â âthey say lavender softens anxiety and i wonder whether i can plant a garden so dense in your mind that the knots in your chest unravel and never tighten again.â âcrawl inside this body. find me where i am most ruined, love me there.â âperhaps cherries look violent in the sunlight. perhaps you should let the moon be your couturier.â âi need some older, wiser being to cry to. i talk to god but the sky is empty.â âeverybodyâs got a bone to pick. we arise from the dust already aching. when god made the dinosaurs he said, lets see what teeth can doâlets see what asteroids can undo.â âand all this is metaphor. an ordinary handâjust lonely for something to touch that touches back.â âbut what you donât realize is that tomorrow will never arrive. it will only ever be today, with tomorrow lingering just within your grasp. but by then itâs too late to reach out, because youâve already left all your promises in a place thatâll always be just out of reach.â âand i am beginning to feel like nothing more than an observer in my own life. always watching idly by, but never doing.â âyou are darned between the cracks of my bones and sewn deep into my veins. youâve built a home in my ribs and have taken up residence in the softest parts of my skin.â âweâre empty boats, blown forwardâlike loose strands of hairâby a long and steady wind, living without knowing what we feel or want.â âwhen you return to something you love, itâs already beyond repair.â âand even though i know exactly how this will end. i canât help but imagine how drowning in you would be a tragically sweet way to end.â âblue is the typical heavenly colour. the ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. when it sinks to almost black, it echoes grief that is hardly human.â âforgive me if i have come out of my battle hood, battered and unpretty and tiresome. for i am a victor nonetheless of the way i carry myself. and my worth, my suffering, my fight, will not be marred by how unwell i walk away from the trenches of war.â âand i wish i could tell you that the aching was a beautiful rebirth of some magnificent kind. but there is no beauty to be found in this kind of survival.â âi yearned desperately to disappear into a book of poetry or a textbook of spells, something enchanting and mysterious, instead of clumsily taking up residence in an awkward body that half felt right, half felt wrong.â âand i see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips.â âlife gets hard sometimes. i know, darling. look at me. you are not broken beyond repair. you are always capable of mending.â âparallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet. ever. you might think thatâs sad. but every other pair of lines meets once and then drifts apart forever. which is pretty sad too.â âi know i donât make sense, (name). this is the problem. iâm a sick person, a crazy wishbone. i have razors under my tongue. iâm sorry i cut you, (name), iâm soâso sorry.â âyou have haunted my thoughts and my dreams since the moment i laid eyes on you. i have memorised the slant of your brow and the wave in your hair, the sweep of your lashes and the rhythm of your steps.â âwho are we at the end of the day? ourselves or the images of ourselves that we create? ragged lillies in march or lit molotov rags? boots pounding cobblestones or glass shards of broken storefront windows?â âwhat is victory but a song written to comfort the defeated? what is defeat but realising that you have been wrong every step of the way.â âin my dreams i am kissing your mouth and youâre whispering, âwhere have you been?â i say, âiâve been lost but iâm here now. youâre the only person who has ever been able to find me.ââ âyou must be someone special my dear, my darling, my love. because i thought of you for about the thousandth time today.â âfrom childhoodâs hour i have not been as others were. i have not seenâas others saw.â âhereâs a truth iâve never told anyone else: in summer i ache more than in any other season. i wish i could say iâll be bright for you, but i worry about my tongue turning to ash at the first syllableâiâll be soft for you though, a nectarine under kitchen lights.â âthe truth is this, every monster you have met or will ever meet, was once a human being with a soul that was as soft and light as silk. someone stole that silk from their soul and turned them into this. so when you see a monster next, always remember thisâdo not fear the thing before you. fear the thing that created it instead.â âi think i love the ocean because itâs calm, beautiful, infinite. but also angry, harsh, and magnificent. and that intrigues me.â âi am always the wind, and never the bird. going, going where i am told to be, rather than free.â âand my worth, my suffering, my fight, will not be marred by how unwell i walk away from the trenches of war.â âthe nights get heavy like they always do. i am older which means when i think of forests i get stuck not on the robin eggs but on the fox teeth. in my head i am hunting for myself, but i come up empty again.â âtake this kiss upon the brow and, in parting from you now, this much let me avowâyou are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a  dream.â âand i am tearing myself apart, piece by piece, losing the scattered remnants of what i once was, just trying to find where my shorelines begin and yours end.â âwhy does tragedy exist? because you are full of rage.â âwhere in the body is the soul located? i imagine it to be somewhere in the chest. some will say it rests in the pit of the stomach, but that is not where i feel my being resides. i want to know is that what this feeling inside my chest is? or is it something else unorthodox, yet homely?â âi wasnât always a house on fire. but iâve always been full of light.â âyou are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs. you are haunted like every other holy thing.â âthere is light in your eyes and dark in your soul, and i would not change a thing about you for all the treasures in the universe.â âfrom childhood i had never believed in permanence, and yet i had longed for it.â âwhy are you full of rage? because you are full of grief.â âfor i have swallowed whole the demons of past, some yours, some mine, who have taken residence in between the crooks of my hollowed out bones, and haunted the only place iâve ever been able to call home. they have burned themselves deep into memories of past, uninvited and unwelcome and have laid claim to the way my bones wrestle and rattle within my own skin. â
#ANTIGONICK:Â Â translated by anne carson.
we begin in the dark and death is the birth of us.
leave my death alone.
a husband or a child can be replaced, but who can grow me a new brother?
nothing vast enters the lives of mortals without ruin.
iâll be so lonely.
you think you are iron but i can bend you.
i was born for love, not hatred.
weâre all here. weâre all fine.
an enemy is always an enemy, alive or dead.
you are a person in love with the impossible.
i share the blame.
you did nothing.
but of course there is hope.
do not say that. or i will have to hate you too.
i can give you reasons not to die.
some god is heading you on the high road to ruin.
it wouldnât help you. it didnât help me.
this terrible thing weâre witnessing now is not unique.Â
you know it happened before, or something much like it.
theyâll welcome me.
shall [name] prescribe to me how i should rule?
why not find a desert and rule all alone?
watch out. i see the future plunging toward you.
that is so wrong. that is so wrong.
i am your defender.
i am yours.
everything i touch goes wrong.
your soul is blowing apart.
blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil.
i want to row the boat with you.
youâre not ashamed?
no shame in honoring oneâs kin.
youâre late to learn whatâs what, arenât you?
to die is my only prayer.Â
i want [name]âs death.
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     each may be adjusted appropriately for pronouns or really anything,  including character speech or semantics.   use it however you like   !
not a sound out there, but i know theyâre following me everywhere.
butterflies sigh and flutter by.
goodbye to a spell and the night coming to an end.
âright, knew all alongâ sounds like such a lie.
coffee stains covered my life.
i donât know how i can move again.
we never saw a thing until it came for you and me.
theyâre imitating and debating me and never making any sound.
deny my heart or deny the mess i made?
words so tender, but thatâs not what you were really like.
or be afraid, and here youâll always stay.
i would laugh at myself, fallen down behind.
but i donât know a thing, love or losing, see?
i threw to the side any human in me.
if i live a lie of shallow words and empty replies, then what am i?
play it out like a scene, posing every lead.
run to front stage. youâre all actors anyway.
no one to watch, youâre all part of a play.
there no one inside me.
thereâs no one thatâs hiding.
always been me, empty, a body but nobody here to see.
hurry up and bite down whoever you found.
and here i wait for something to twist the plot dramatically again.
weâre pulling at the boundary unseen.
those eyes are watching.
head shot, we took it too far, but if you aim, go for the heart.
broke it all with a touch, if i do recall.
we were young, never bound with a single sin.
before we could see, we were monsters in skin.
i was alone way before i knew, blocking every little thought that i couldnât sit through.
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â  are  you  there ??  â â  cold nights make staying alert so hard .  â â  for heavenâs sake ,  keep me awake .  â â  iâll find a place to stay .  â â  i feel your heartbeat .  â â  the feeling of letting go ,  i guess weâll never know .  â â  we shouldâve known that weâd grow up sooner or later .  â â  she was everything to me .  â â  everything was my fault .  â â  when you  &  i are alone ,  iâve never felt so at home .  â â  do you wish weâd fall in love ??  â â  when weâre apart ,  whatever are you thinking of ??  â â  if this is what i call home ,  why does it feel so alone ??  â â  weâll get a head start on the day .  â â  relax your back  &  let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms .  â â  if you awake before we arrive ,  i will carry you down .  â â  iâm just a shell as far as i can tell .  â â  iâll meet you there .  â â  i tend to disappear ,  here  &  there .  â â  open your eyes  &  see everything you can be .  â â  youâre not alone .  â â  itâs quite clear that iâm stuck here .  â â  am i awake ,  or is this just a dream ??  â
đđđđđ đđđđ  (  2009  )
â  iâve been dying to leave .  â â  iâve had just about enough of  â diamonds in the rough  â .  â â  i wonât even look back .  â â  you  &  i left our troubles far behind .  â â  i still have just one more question on my mind .  â â  with friends like these ,  well ,  who needs enemies ??  â â  you make me blush .  â â  itâs plain to see that we were meant to be .  â â  sing me to sleep ,  tonight .  â â  iâd rather pick flowers instead of fights .  â â  somehow ,  i still get the chills .  â â  donât have a fit ,  thisâll just pinch a bit .  â â  i say the stupidest things .  â â  i can finally see that youâre right there beside me .  â â  please donât let me go .  â â  i desperately need you .  â â  everything is never as it seems .  â â  please take me away from here .  â â  i feel like such an insomniac .  â â  iâm far too tired to fall asleep .  â â  iâm weird âcause i hate goodbyes .  â â  my dreams get real bizarre .  â â  iâll keep you warm .  â â  you keep me warm .  â â  iâll do whatever it takes to change .  â â  iâll miss your arms around me .  â â  itâs not the same without you .  â â  the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly .  â â  i havenât slept in two days .  â â  when i think of you ,  i donât feel so alone .  â â  as many times as i blink ,  iâll think of you .  â â  i swear ,  i wonât forget you .  â â  i wish i could cross my arms  &  cross your mind .  â â  i forget the last time i felt brave ,  i just recall insecurity .  â â  you make my frown turn upside down .  â â  close your eyes  &  cuddle close to me .  â â  thank the lord iâm not going bald .  â â  i can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me .  â â  do you feel alive ??  â â  if my heart was a compass ,  youâd be north .  â â  iâll catch you if you fall .  â â  if my heart was a house ,  youâd be home .  â â  all my clothes smell like you .  â â  i swear ,  i heard you scream .  â
đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđ  &  đđđđđđđ đđ  (  2011  )
â  reality is a lovely place ,  but i wouldnât wanna live there .  â â  you smile with your eyes .  â â  iâd never leave ,  if it were up to me .  â â  tell me again ,  was it love at first sight ??  â â  got the sense i was not her type by a black eye  &  bloody nose .  â â  give me a smile or give me a sneer ,  âcause iâm trying to guess here .  â â  iâm sorry i ever tried .  â â  youâre a deer in the headlights .  â â  if life was a game ,  you would never play nice .  â â  maybe iâm just a dreamer .  â â  iâll miss you with all my heart .  â â  iâd rather be alone .  â â  i donât want to leave without you .  â â  boy ,  i need a hug .  â â  thereâs something about you that makes me feel alive .  â â  then i knew that iâd always love you .  â â  iâm not afraid to die alone .  â â  youâre the only north star i would follow this far .  â â  i was never afraid of the darkness again .  â â  iâm never letting go .  â â  iâm scared to death that iâll never be afraid .  â â  i wish we could sail our sad days away forever .  â â  let go of the world you know .  â â  i donât know what to think .  â â  i wish plant life would grow all around me ,  so i wonât feel dead anymore .  â â  heaven knows ,  i could really use a friend .  â â  i donât feel dead anymore .  â â  iâm not afraid anymore .  â â  iâll never forget you .  â

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