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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters
- “What are you doing out this late?”
- “This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”
- “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
- “You do realize what time it is, right?”
- “Where are you going at this hour?”
- “The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”
- “Do you know where I am?”
- “The city looks different at night.”
- “This street is very dark…”
- “Why don’t you come stand in the light?”
- “Are you lost?”
- “I got turned around in the dark…”
- “This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”
- “Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.”
- “Looking for trouble, are we?”
- “A little late to be shopping.”
- “Just coming back from the bar?”
- “Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?”
- “Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.”
- “Woah! I didn’t see you there!”
- “Where did you come from?”
- “What are you doing here?”
- “A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.”
- “Go home.”
- “It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”
- “You’re being watched.”
- “What are you doing still up?”
- “Looking for something?”
- “I like walking when the streets are empty.”
- “It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”
- “I know where I’m going.”
- “The trees are kind of spooky…”
- “Did you hear that howl?”
- “Was…was that an owl…?”
- “This path is scary at night…”
- “The woods is no place a __ after dusk.”
- “Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…”
- “You can’t see the stars from here…”
- “This is the witching hour.”
- “Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”
- “Stay on the road!”
- “Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?”
- “The ocean is so mysterious at night…”
- “What brings you to the pier at this hour?”
- “What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.”
- “You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.”
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Another Desmond meme inspired piece. This time that one scene from IM2.
He is trying his best leave him alone.
Listen: No matter how dead this blog seems... I am always here and I love my bird boy.
Character: has a good reason for acting a certain way, being distressed, angry or mad. is influenced by the things going on in their lives. shows emotions and reacts on them.
Y’all: whiny. annoying. bad character.
Listen: I would come back to this blog in a damn heartbeat for any AC: Odyssey Character.
But especially for Alkibiades.
Every time I remember any of Altair’s lines from the first game, I cringe a bit.
God that voice acting...
There’s a million, billion, trillion stars But I’m down here, low...
Desmond Miles Independent, Selective, Canon Divergent
Fussing over scars on my soul I am so infinitesimal.
Sooo I’m gonna revamp my blog a bit as I haven’t touched it in so long and kinda don’t like the look.
A grunt. Climbing skyscrapers wasn’t exactly an easy or fun activity, especially considering there were faster ways to do it.
“Damn crowds... can’t used my wings in cities, right. Bullshit, honestly.” Desmond mutters with clear annoyance as he pulls himself up onto the roof, finally.
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The innocent maneater, Alex (He’s the main one! He’s cute af!)
The overgrown housecat who plays in gore like a ballpit (Zeus! Handsome and deadly!)
The reason for them both, the elusive madman (Doc! Not a good guy to meet! Avoid!)
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Domestic Starters
- “I got the groceries, but I couldn’t read the last thing on your list. Is this even close?”
- “It’s too hot. Open a window or something.”
- “Could you please grab me a drink while you’re up?”
- “Here. Blankets. Since you won’t quit complaining about the cold.”
- “Come here. You’re shivering.”
- “There’s nothing we need to do today but relax. Why are you running around, exactly?”
- “Thanks for taking care of the laundry.”
- “Quiet down! I’m trying to read.”
- “What are you working on?”
- “It’s new. What do you think?”
- “Sit down and let me do your hair.”
- “I think it’s time for a new look. I want to help.”
- “You want me to try on that?”
- “Did you steal my shirt again?”
- “I know I had three more in the fridge. You swear you don’t know where they went?”
- “Don’t you think these flowers brighten the place up?”
- “I made dinner. Your favorite.”
- “You made some for me to eat, too? Thank you!”
- “I couldn’t sleep either.”
- “Let’s stay up and watch the stars.”
- “I’ve got snacks!”
- “Can we just sit here together?”
- “This is nice. Quiet.”
- “I’m glad I get to spend time with you like this.”
delsin shrugs a little as the smoke disappates into the air, his arms folding over his chest. “it can be pretty cool.” especially when he does an orbital drop. && it was pretty helpful for getting around.
“yeah, i noticed that. don’t ask me why, i’m just as clueless.”
Desmond only answers with a shrug in return though is distracted by a sharp caw. He turns a moment to look at the tree behind him, finding it full of ravens. They watch him intently, though a few stare Delsin down as well.
“Oh... Well now...”
well… delsin can safely say he wasn’t expecting that. he nearly pouts, because he doesn’t have fire. sure, smoke is an offset of fire – && to some extent he can conjure && control embers, but… “man, no fair. that looks way cooler than mine.” he lifts a hand, wisps of smoke curling around his fingers – little embers floating up into the air.
“Oh, I dunno... smoke’s pretty interesting,” at least smoke could get into tiny cracks and holes well before the flames managed to eat their way through. Though he had to wonder how the heck the other was controlling smoke in the first place. With a small huff, the flames die out as fast as they’d sprung to life.
“I just find it weird how the stuff doesn’t have a smell to it,” he’d noticed that quickly. The smoke the other put off didn’t seem to give off any scent. Weird.
“what? what’s strange?” no one has ever accused delsin of being subtle… or good at lying. or being all that concerned about strangers seeing him use his powers. he’s made it this far bullshitting his way through, he’ll be fine.
Desmond takes a moment to count back from five. Slow breath. Alright, weird shit again. Fine, he could deal with that. Hell, his life was nothing BUT weird shit. All of it was weird shit. He had this.
“Smoke, no fire? Odd... easily fixed though,” he answers calmly while raising one arm... which almost instantly bursts into flames.
