final fantasy xiii sentence starters

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          A grin pulled at pink-tinted tiers, chuckle erupting from the depths of her chest. It certainly must have seemed like the pits of the Underworld to the unacquainted pirate -- still learning the various nuances of a world unlike any he’d traveled in his centuries -- but those who’d fallen under Regina’s curse had been privy to her magic and its conjuring, never having to acclimate to modern conveniences. As unnerving as that realization was, Ruby much preferred it to the alternative: a populace accustomed to living by candlelight and hunting for survival tossed into an industrialized civilization with no instruction ( though having their memories intact would have been an undeniable perk to that particular scenario ). ❝ Well, I wouldn’t call Storybrooke hell, but ... it’s definitely had its fair share of moments. ❞

idina menzel sentence starters

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send an “ϖ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes

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[text: captain guyliner] this isn’t a complaint so much as an observation, but ... i’m pretty sure those weren’t meant for me.

non-sexual acts of dominance ( [ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation, dignity, or safety for them )

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          Hearing the ruckus in the diner drew Ruby from the kitchen, haphazardly setting the plates she’d been carrying on the nearest surface before darting towards the entryway. The voice, raised and edged with ire, was familiar, and that alone was all the more reason for her to get between the easy to enrage captain and the sorry idiot who was on the receiving end of his anger.

          “She’s more than that!” she heard him bellow, the brunette pausing briefly at the counter to witness Killian standing toe-to-toe with one of the townsfolk -- one of Regina’s former guards, from her recollection ( someone who was truly of no consequence to anyone, much less the pirate ) -- nearly spitting his rage at the smaller man. “She’s more than this town bloody deserves!”

          Moving on quick feet, the she-wolf wedged herself between the two and pried them apart, both more prepared to come to blows than to discuss the source of their anger ( her, from what she could glean ). Turning her attention to the former guard, eyes narrowed, she gave his shoulder a backwards shove. ❝ Go. Now. ❞

send 🐺 to witness my muse transforming into a werewolf!

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          Red heard the screams from her meager camp hidden within a thick grove of trees, the she-wolf’s instincts kicking in as she sprinted towards the sound, legs carrying her through the woods at inhuman speeds as she weaved through the foliage, ducking under trees and leaping over fallen branches. When she came to a clearing, she saw the woman, back pressed flush against a tree, attempting to ward off a troll with a lighted torch. Though the flame gave the creature pause, it failed to halt brazen advances.

          Dropping the cloak from around her shoulders, Red darted forward, the woman witnessing the transition from human to oversize wolf -- darkened fur bristling as she took on a defensive stance. Teeth bared, weight distributed onto forelimbs, the wolf snarled and snapped at the creature, who took several steps backward in an attempt to evaluate the situation. Unfortunately, it seemed to think it could gain the upper hand, waving the knife in its grasp dangerously close to the wolf’s maw. Lunging forward, the wolf caught the beast’s arm, powerful jaw crushing bone and severing sinews as blood flooded her mouth.

kissy sentence starters

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send 🐺 to witness my muse transforming into a werewolf!

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          Ruby hadn’t taken his request lightly; after the debacle with the King, the she-wolf remained somewhat hesitant and anxious about the full moon cycle and the transformation that it entailed -- not because she didn’t trust herself ( the run through the woods that followed the encounter with George had ensured the she-wolf that her control over the animal that bristled beneath her skin was resolute ... for now, at least ), but her own self-assurance didn’t extend to others. It was them that she didn’t trust not to find ways to use her against her own will.

          She did, however, trust James. Wholly and absolutely.

          Shrugging out of the cloak secured around her shoulders, the patchwork crimson fabric pooled at her feet, emerald gaze gleaming golden just moments before the change occurred. Bones shifted, forcing her onto all fours; fur sprouted from hair follicles, her body rearranging itself entirely in the mere blink of an eye.

send “stay with me tonight” for my muse to spend a night with yours

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