WACK-A-POW!

You sure you don't see what you hear?

Nothing can happen in this town that I don't hear about it.

Where you been this time?

Everything people ought to know they just don't want to hear.

I often wondered what happened to [him/her/them]

They say the day you die, your name is written on a cloud.

Every time I look at the sky, I think of all the places I've never been.

You've been a lot of places, haven't you?

You'd be amazed by the way people talk about you.

Where'd you come from? And what did you do?

Everyone sure missed you, [name], but not as much as I have.

You don't like to make mistakes, do you?

How did you happen to find me, [name]?

Well, you put it that way, what can I do?

There is a big house on a hill. You won't miss it.

Are you gonna stand for it, with a man who won't even come to the door?

You told me once I'd have to tell you sometime.

Now, the first thing I wanna get off my chest: My name isn't [name], it's [name].

The story, some of it is gonna hurt you.

They called themselves detectives.

He didn't come to see us because he was too high-powered a character.

You wait for me to talk. I like that.

I never found out much listening to myself.

Should I ask why you didn't call the law?

When you see [him/her/them], you'll understand better.

Find [him/her/them], [name]. Bring [him/her/them] back.

I know a lot of smart guys and a few honest ones, and you're both.

May I ask you a few questions?

More harm might come to [him/her/them] if you didn't.

If I don't talk, I think. It's too late in life for me to start thinking.

Nothing in the world is any good unless you can share it.

I've been sitting here for three hours.

You're gonna make every guy you meet a little bit curious.

That's not what I mean. You don't ask questions.

You don't even ask me what my name is.

That isn't the way to play. There's a way to lose more slowly.

Tell me why you're so hard to please.

I could have run away last night.

I didn't know anything, except how much I hated [him/her/them]. But I didn't take anything.

What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked.

I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.

Pack in the morning, meet me at the hotel if you can make it.

I've been afraid of half the things I ever did.

You wanna just shut the door and forget it?

I just wondered who might be following whom.

You should have told me, I would have played it differently.

I don't like playing games when I'm the fall guy.

Let's go down to the bar. You can cool off while we try to impress each other.

I told you, I don't like to spend your money.

It was dark when I was getting there.

Remember? You used to have a good memory. Whatever happened to it?

I shot [him/her/them], I'm not sorry about that.

Pay me off and i'll be quiet, but use cash.

You wouldn't have killed him. You would've beaten him up and thrown him out.

As I said once that whatever had happened was done.

I've got to. I'm tired of running. I gotta clean this up some way.

You liked me because you could use me. You could use me because I was smart.

I always remember what any person did for me.

You know, I don't think you can trust anybody.

You can't help anything you do, even murder.

I was always afraid of him and afraid of what I'd done.

I couldn't live that way anymore. I couldn't stand it.

I've wondered about you and prayed you'd understand.

You can call for me at 8 and look around.

Do you always go around leaving your fingerprints on a girl's shoulder?

Buddy, you look like you're in trouble.

For a man who appears to be clever, you act like an idiot.

Drive around the block and stop right here.

Did you send your friend up there to find [name] dead?

What was there to give me a motive? I wouldn't kill a guy for a drink.

They said they'd find the body and tell the police I killed him.

We don't have to be against each other now.

You ought to have killed me for what I did.

You see, I only buried him.

I think you'd better stay where you are for a while.

I know what you're going to say, and I don't wanna hear it.

Didn't you hear what I said? [Name] is dead.

Well, let's get down to business. Start all over again, right?

I'm not framing anyone!

Did it take much persuasion to make you say I killed [name]?

I took you back when you came back whimpering and crawling. I should have kicked your teeth in.

You're gonna take the bait and play along. You're gonna make every exact move I tell you.

I don't know why I let you come back into my life.

You can't make deals with a dead man, [name].

You have nothing on me, but I'd make a fine witness for the prosecution.

Don't you see? You've only me to make deals with now.

They'll always be looking for us. They won't stop till we die.

👫,sokka <3

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Sokka's the only person that she let's invade her personal space on such a consistent and frequent basis. An arm swung over her shoulder. Leaning in when he is talking to her about something. Plopping down to sit right next to her, practically shoulder to shoulder, when others knew better than to get in her space like that. She just lets him. Sure, if she's annoyed at him, she'll give him a shove out of her space and tell him to buzz off, but most times she doesn't mind. Perhaps it's because they established early on that he was the one she'd rely on when her earthbending couldn't work as her eyes. They had established a level of trust early on that Toph barely registered until it was too late.

If people are smart, they do their best during important meetings/diplomatic situations to make sure these two are not sitting next to each other because Toph brings out the worst in him. Sokka, who usually tries to carry himself quite well during such matters— even fancies himself a model diplomat— can easily be pulled astray by her. Toph is his absolute weak point on that front. He cannot resist her under the breath comments or egging on. Her little scoffs at the comments of someone she couldn't muster even an ounce of respect for even if she tried. The way she nudges at him when someone says something that she thinks is funny. She makes it extremely hard for him to not let out an ill-timed laugh or make a face that wouldn't be received well or even gets him to mutter along with her when she appeals to his mischief just enough. It's a real problem.

Toph deeply cherishes the space rock he had gifted her when he had made his own sword. She was fascinated by it and even if she didn't admit it, she appreciated that he thought of bringing it to her at all. Because of that, it is something that she keeps on her person at all times and often is somewhat of a point of security for her. She molds and fidgets with it when she's deep in thought or touches it when she's feeling a bit anxious. It grounds her. She felt responsible when he lost his sword during the airship ambush. She couldn't have prevented it from happening, but the fact he had to somehow manage to keep his grip to keep her from falling to her death certainly didn't help. Because of that, she found herself wandering around later trying to find it when she figured out the general area they had been hovering, fidgeting with the space rock in hopes that it'd help her sense where it might have went. Sokka's leg put him out of commission for looking for it himself and she knew it was something that he would sorely miss. It wasn't an easy find and if she weren't so stubborn, maybe she would've given up, but one day she finally sensed it. She managed to drag it back to where still had been residing to rest, unceremoniously plop it in front of him, and promptly leave the room before she could be questioned. Not like that saved her, the guy asked all about it once he got the chance to corner her. She just said she kicked it while out on a stroll and decided she'd return it to its owner. She told him she figured it was the least she could do since he kinda lost it while saving her hide and then told him to drop it. She wasn't into all that mushy stuff. She was just doing what felt right, anyways.

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

dialogue prompts from the verifiers by jane pek.

you look like someone who makes lists for everything.

i'd like to hear your opinion before i tell you mine.

you're too nice for our family.

you act like you don't know me at all.

how strange that i used to worship ____.

we're not friends. we just pretend.

it's not a proper family gathering until everyone is upset.

killed anyone lately?

that's what i aim for: to be just a little less shitty than people expect me to be.

i feel sort of sleazy.

you're right. i haven't been fully honest with you.

i'm still figuring things out. what they might mean.

between deceiving and being deceived, i prefer the second option.

it always surprises me how surprising death is, when it's the one thing that's inevitable.

you don't know shit. don't try to pretend you do.

not all mistakes can be fixed.

neither admit nor deny. that's a very lawyerly approach.

take it, please. i'll feel better.

believing something for its convenience is at best negligence, and at worst culpability.

i don't trust anyone, except you.

how do you know what i like to read?

do you want me to help you take a picture?

it looks like your party's a success.

you're even sneakier than i thought.

i hate being told what to do.

guilt is the currency that our family traffics in.

i feel like i could ask you about anything, and you'd have something interesting to say.

walk it off. nothing hurt, right?

you've never known any of us.

well? aren't you going to say anything?

you never do anything for me.

don't tell me what i can and can't be like.

you don't deserve it. the way ____ loves you.

writers always talk about their characters like they're real.

let's pretend we're tourists.

i've been all fizzy with happiness, ever since we met.

you call it like it is.

i never meant to hurt you.

you can't always pick your weapons in your duels.

it's too late to change anything.

what if we take turns? we can answer each other's questions.

i know the truth is right there, but i can't see it.

here i am, crazy as ever.

all those little lies just make the truth feel worse.

i didn't mean anything by it. i just wanted it all to go away.

i love you, you little brat.

if you ever went away, there would be a hole in my world.

you millennials are unbelievable. all laziness and instant gratification.

i see you couldn't wait to get into more unnecessary danger.

is that a threat or a warning?

if i tell you, i'll have to get rid of you.

this is bigger than you know.

if you go any deeper, forget about getting out.

is there anywhere to eat in this wasteland of a neighborhood?

why do i feel like i've missed something?

did the english major make you such an annoying pedant, or were you always that way?

what's the point of knowing, if you don't do anything about it?

i always knew you were a romantic.

try to grow some balls.

you love me. i'm sure you do.

you become something, if you act that way for long enough.

is a digression into backstory really necessary?

can we get to the action?

you can be very persuasive.

we told each other everything.

you only ask to hang out when you want something from me.

i want someone like you. who isn't you.

are you having a quarter life crisis?

no matter what, you'll be okay. i'll make sure of it.

i'm having a bodysnatcher moment.

this would make a fantastic setting for a murder mystery.

people are constantly mistaking me for someone else.

i wish more people could think like you.

still trying to save the world?

i want the best for you. i always have.

damn, you're ruthless.

maybe i still don't know you at all.

you have to tell me the rest of it.

people tend to hear what they want to hear.

       “𝓓o you think that there’s benders in the sky that bring the weather?” Opal asked, looking out the window to the snow falling in the south pole. Her mother had brought her and her siblings along to one of the local festivals. However, before she even got a chance to go out and enjoy the festivities, Opal came down with a cold– the sudden change in temperature didn’t fair well with her. Luckily, Sokka had offered to watch her in the mean time while the others were out. “I’ve never got to see so much snow before.” 

he rested his back against ulu-styled sealskin chair, a leg crossed over the other, as he strokes his goatee, pondering the idea of snowbenders, rainbenders, and a legion of bald-headed monks working in unison somewhere beyond the clouds, bending the winds at certain times. ❝ if that is the case, that would be cool. maybe not so much for you right now, given your condition. ❞ he smiles, looking over at the cup of steaming labrador tea he prepared for her.

now that he' thought about it, he can vaguely recall a few of the stories of the northern and southern tribes gran-gran use to tell them when he was younger. it's been too long for him to honestly recount their details. katara was always the curious one, easily enamored with the fables, whereas sokka was the skeptical child. he would be entertained by the tales, but having had not invested in them, he was limited on the conversation he could have about folklore. but, that wouldn't stop him from speaking on his own astronomical experiences.

❝ i don't know if you know this, but i once had a 'relationship' with the moon. ❞ he said, casually, his voice laced with a hint of longing. he starts thinking fondly of his old love's face, as he returns to his appreciation on the short time they spent together. the sixteen year old boy in him wondered if he might have a chance to see her again, not as the moon, but as yue.

❝ she keeps the benders of our tribes strong. if they somehow are unable to bend, then i know something is terribly wrong with her. i know its more of a 'space' thing than a sky thing, but, if we have someone like the moon looking out for us, maybe there are weatherbenders up there. ❞

flashback, warm nights, almost left behind, suitcase of memories

                  ❝ you know i'd like nothing more... b-but i can't. ❞ he protested weakly, his voice trailing off in the northern winds. feeling the effects of sleep trying to sack him dead, he slaps his face harshly, the sharp sting momentarily snapping his eyes open through the fog of fatigue. he gulped down the rest of his tea, his foot thumping anxiously on the polar bear carpet as he waited for the second wave of caffeine to rush his system.

                  ❝ i'm expecting a messenger hawk from my ataata. he told me that on this exact day, i should receive an update on his... well. 'matters of affairs'. ❞ sokka lied, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly longer than his under-eye bags. in truth, he was worried about his dad's health. months ago, he heard stories about hakoda 'slowing down' and it haunted him ever since. his attempt to shield his concern with a lighthearted lie was thinly veiled, exposing the genuine apprehension ravaging his health.

he raises his free hand to the nape of his neck, massaging the invisible tension that swelled there from toph's incessant whining. our gaang head already read the language of the sky moments ago, and could confidently infer that time remained allied at their side. with plenty of sun to burn, rare times, like sokka care-days, was going to be enjoyed in full. even if they're neck-deep in enemy territory.

                  ❝ look, if i have left you back at camp, all ya woulda been doing is lay around booger flickin' for sport and that's not a good use of my time. so, i did the sensible thing. which was—huuuh?! ❞ he paused, abruptly transforming his eyes into bulbous frog eyes at a new shiny thing that captured his attention. the marketplace was bustling with activity, the mass of bodies obscuring the view of the many, but with luck, sokka caught what he believed was another diamond in the dirt. from what he manages to see in a distance, is an exotics vendor.

                  ❝ ooh! ooh! okayy, i gotta go there, like now! ❞ sokka exclaimed. he tightened his hold over his bag of weapons and gripped toph by her wrist and started speeding through the crowd like butter. ❝ make you a deal, nipangi, see what you want, and i got you. in the meantime, keep those 'feetie senses' sharp and make sure no trouble comes our way. EXCUSE ME! PARDON ME! OUTTA THE WAY PEOPLE! ❞