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Honest Q&A Meme: Alley Rat

What is your full name?
“Allie Millicent Ratcliffe.”

What do your friends call you?
“Alley! Or the Alley Rat.”

What is your favorite animal?
“I’m quite partial to rats. Like, lotsa people think they’re dirty and gross, but if you look under the muck they’re cute and friendly little things. Just like me!”

Where were you born?
“I dunno! It must have been somewhere ‘round Limsa though, because that’s where I grew up.”

Do you have children?

Is there a person/people you love?
“I love everyone! Nobody is undeserving of love. Even the vilest people were born with good, innocent hearts, and nobody is beyond redemption or healing! I’m not involved with anyone right now if that’s what you’re getting at, though.”

What is your favorite color?
“I like red, for sure! I’m also like, really partial to golds and yellows too. And oranges. That whole spectrum, I guess. Sunrises are totally my jam.”

What is your full occupation?
“I like to consider myself a mender of hearts, y’know? A bringer of joy and happiness. Maybe that’s a little arrogant to strangers, but basically I wander and try to help people as much as I can. Sometimes that’s just listening to them, and that’s good too, right?”

Are you good at physical fighting?
“I’m not exactly, like, super strong. Or even slightly strong. But I am pretty quick! I don’t like to fight, though. I’m a lover.”

Which form are you best at?
“Form? Is that a sex thing? Getting really personal all of a sudden…”

What about magic?
“I don’t know any of that stuff. I really admire people who do though!”

Which type are you best at?
“Is happiness a type of magic?”

“I like crafting stories with people, so I’m gonna say that, yeah?”

Any other skills?
“Lots of things I’d rather not talk about. I grew up penniless, so of course I had to learn some less than savoury skills. All behind me now though!”

Are you an only child?
“I never knew my parents, so I couldn’t say! I could have siblings out there! Lots of blondes with sea-foam green eyes around though. Or just blondes. Like mister Ruran!

Where do you see yourself in five years?
“I don’t see anything changing, y’know? I’m happy with my lot in life.”

Have you ever almost died?
“I dunno, I’ve probably come close to starving to death. It’s hard to say.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows?
“Most people do, right?”

Salty or sweet?
“Sweet! Sweet all the way! I love cakes and candies and anything sweet. It makes me really happy.”

Do you like yourself?
“I love everyone, myself included. I do my best and I try to be the best person I can be. That’s all that matters to me.”

Do you believe in the Twelve?
“Yeah! I’m not gonna go on any pilgrimages or anything but I do believe. Of course!”

Are you religious?
“Not really, I guess. I just observe and appreciate.”

Do you carry prejudice with you?
“I try not to. People can be mean and cruel but they just have misguided hearts, or they wear thorns around them. Some are scared of being hurt, others are broken through misfortune. I don’t know anybody’s story.”

What do you consider entertainment?
“I love watching dancing! I also love hearing people talk, especially if they’re passionate, or a really good storyteller.”

Favorite drink?
“I love anything sweet. Last time I was at the Drunken Moogle - I really really need to go back there! - a really nice man bought me a chocolate milk. I totally love chocolate milk now. It’s so good!”

Do you have any family traditions?
“I don’t have a family.”

Are you a good person?
“I try my best to be! Everyone falters, and I’m not perfect, but I try to keep my heart pure and free of prejudice and hate. Love is so much more enjoyable and freeing.”

Thank you for answering my questions.
“Oh, it’s over already? Okay! Well now I want to hear all about you!”

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Ode To The Street Cat: ‘Kedi’ Follows Istanbul’s Famous Felines

In the new Turkish documentary Kedi, which is rolling out around the country, filmmaker Ceyda Torun offers a new look at the city of Istanbul by focusing on its vast number of street cats. Critic John Powers says:

Kedi’s stars, of course, are cats, and the film glides around Istanbul’s back alleys, boho enclaves and rat-infested piers to show us the range of these characters.

These include Sari, a yellow-and-white tabby who’s all about food — stealing it from shops, begging for it at restaurants, carrying it back to her kittens. There’s Gamsiz, a carefree black-and-white shorthair who climbs trees and awnings so that he can demand admission into second-story apartment windows. And there’s the mask-faced little demon fondly known as the Neighborhood Psychopath who controls her turf with the prickly explosiveness of a feline Tony Soprano.

Torun also shows us the people who love and indulge them, from the mechanic who gets blissed out brushing a longhair’s fat belly to the boatman who became a cat fan when one of them led him to a wallet full of money.”


Bad Vampire Chronicles Aesthetics: Interview w/ the Vampires

u whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hrs at candles as if they were ppl and standing in the rain like a zombie until ur clothes are drenched and u smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo.

(Inspired by Bad Shakespeare Aesthetics!)

So, look, just picture it for a second.

Picture Scanlan, grieving and angry and clever, drowning himself in legend and lore. Picture him walking just a little bit farther the day he should’ve met Dr. Dranzel, instead listening in on a whispered conversation in a tavern. Hearing a name.

It’s not quite a Deal, he thinks, or maybe it’s not quite a Pact. Capital letters make him nervous. But in the name there’s vengeance and a promise and a distant glimmering point to all this, and he slips charming and effortless into the service of a being that he’s not entirely sure exists… except. Except he’s quicker with his hands than he used to be, except the people he meets are discomfited and distant, except the dreams that torment him have a habit of leaking.

He’s a lover, not a fighter, but there’s something burning in his blood and he says, “It’ll be worth it.” He says, “This has to be better.”

Picture the twins, unwanted, unwelcome, under the roof and the thumb of a father who sees the strangeness in them and wants it near because it’s his. Picture a studious Vex stoking her gift for performance, for illusion, weaving tapestries of lies and half-truths. Picture a silent Vax finding solace in the forms of the creatures that lurk in the city’s shadows, championing a neglected and distasteful wilderness.

Vex sings, sometimes, to ground herself, to distract, but it’s the words, the stories, the tales that hold the real power. All the world’s a stage, she thinks, and you can get so very far with a good performance. In stories, you are whatever you say.

Vax shifts, takes new form, reinvents himself as rats and alley cats and silent bats, perches as a mangy crow on the finely trellised architecture and watches and waits for his chance, one more opportunistic scavenger.

After they run, he braids her hair and he tells her, “I don’t know what we’re doing anymore,” and she tells him, “But this isn’t how the story ends.”

Picture Percy, idle and bored, neglecting his family’s religious training to tinker with machines and ideas without purpose. Picture the night he starts to turn back as his sister falls to the arrows, feeling the flare of warmth in the holy symbol over his heart. Picture him running all the same.

When he comes back to himself, gradually, on a fishing boat surrounded by strangers, every time he reaches to heal a wound or cure an illness, there’s a distance to the familiar magic, a distortion. He can’t seem to keep warm. He can’t seem to remember how it used to be. He doesn’t dream, not anymore. He doesn’t build.

He reaches for his holy symbol, expecting it to crack or shatter, and he says, “I’m still here.” He says, “I don’t understand why.”

Picture Keyleth, idyllic and carefree in the knowledge that she doesn’t possess the druidic abilities so valued by her people. Picture her discovery of a sudden surge of magic, a talent and a spark that’s not quite right. Picture her father poorly concealing disappointment and distress at this fluke of birth, this arcane, uncontrolled magic that tears at the fabric between planes instead of mending.

She’s strong, she knows, and there’s really no reason to expect she won’t be able to help her people with her newfound abilities. There’s really no reason why she shouldn’t be able to succeed her father, to follow in the fading footsteps of her mother. Just because the magic’s wrong doesn’t mean she is. She can save them all if they’ll only give her a chance.

She reaches for the power, the wilderness in her mind, and she says, “I can do this,” and, with a frustration and a longing that frightens her sometimes, “I will do this.”

Picture Pike Trickfoot, unrepentant prankster, falling thoughtlessly into the worst of the habits that earned her family their name. Picture Wilhand taking her under his wing, trying in vain to draw Sarenrae’s attention to this too-clever, quick-fingered girl.

She steals away in silence to the city limits, watching the stars from the ramparts, wondering at the silence in her mind, knowing she should feel the emptiness as a void, knowing she should want more. But there’s a comfort and a safety in the shadows, and besides, she doesn’t especially want anybody shining a light in all her dark places.

She steals a merchant’s purse just to prove she can, grinning at Wilhand’s exasperated groan, and she tells him, “It’s all right.” She says, “I’ve always been a bit of a monster.”

Picture Grog, nearly dying for the act of saving Wilhand because it was the right thing, because there should be glory in battle and that wasn’t by any means glorious. Picture Wilhand’s surprise when his frantic prayers for healing are met with a warm sense of amusement and familiarity.

And look, it’s not like Grog has ever been the religious sort, but he’s pretty good at sticking up for people and he knows a thing or two about redemption and second chances. So sure, he’s not good all the time, he fucks up more than he should and has to deal with the disapproval of a deity, but honestly that’s not nearly as scary as the disapproval of Pike, so he’s getting better at it. He’s trying.

His big fuck-off sword glows when he thinks about new beginnings, and he says, “Sometimes you get to choose.”

He says, “This is my family now.”

anonymous asked:

would you happen to have any ridiculous Lestat quotes? im looking for new tattoo ideas thankssssss

Oooh! That’s a cool idea… Fandom, let’s gather some ridiculous Lestat quotes for a tatt on this post. Mention the book it came from, too, if you can.

Here’s some I grabbed from IWTV, they’re not all ridiculous but they might work as a tatt, anyways. They all sound like canon to me, but check a legit copy of the book bc these are from an unreliable PDF.

Ridiculous Lestat quotes from IWTV: 

I’ll play the drum if I like! 

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  • Stop looking at my buttons,
  • Don’t fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!
  • You’re dying, that’s all; don’t be a fool.
  • You’ll have to bed down with me this morning. I haven’t prepared you a coffin.
  • If I want to sleep all day and drink all night, I’ll do it, damn you!
  • Now, I’m getting into the coffin, and you will get in on top of me if you know what’s good for you.
  • The hell I won’t!
  • He’s dead, you idiot!
  • Don’t be such a damned idiot. Haven’t you ever seen a rat?
  • Rats can be quite nice
  • [Re: a shattered crystal glass that he shattered] You don’t mind, do you? I surely hope you don’t, because there’s nothing much you can do about it if you do mind.
  • I’d like to meet the devil some night, I’d chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I am the devil.
  • I ought to drive your horse into the swamps. You’d have to dig yourself a hole and smother!
  • You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo. (<— This is probably too long but a piece of it might work, like “Staring at nature like a baffled idiot at the zoo” which is my tag for cool nature-related stuff, and some ppl have even adopted it from me.)
  • You’re being morbid! It’s almost dawn.
  • I can give you death more easily than I gave you life!
  • Did I kill him or did I not kill him! What’s your guess?

Do you have questions? Troubles? Worries?

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ikenew  asked:

soukoku w sentence prompt 22 please i need dazai to slip up and admit chuuya's cute

As part of my thanks for 200 followers. Ro, I have kept you waiting so long and I do apologize for that. Deeply. I won’t lie, I’m sweating. I love these babies, and I adore you and your writing. Shooketh.

22. “You’re lucky you’re cute…”

[~750 words, Soukoku, Mafia Days, Gently Pining Dazai…]

Dazai wondered sometimes if Chuuya’s ability gave him more weight, more heft, than his frame ought to bear.  He watched Chuuya bare his teeth, facing down an entire warehouse of thugs that nearly doubled his height in every case, electricity and flames crackling invisibly through his compact limbs, and Dazai had the distinct feeling that he was the sidekick.

Watching Chuuya blaze with Corruption was a rush like nothing else Dazai had experienced, but it ate away at the pit of his stomach every time.  He thought if he turned his insides out, they’d be bruised like Chuuya’s slender hands.  If he could even see the bruising on his rotten organs, that was.

Scare them, were the orders.  Dazai considered the unconscious thugs suitably terrified as he raced to get to Chuuya before he turned the entire warehouse into a blackhole.

He gathered Chuuya up off the floor when the destruction was over and silence blanketed the room like ash, which impressed Dazai a lot less than Chuuya’s perfectly average weight settling into his arms.  The bend of his legs in the crook of Dazai’s elbow, the curve of his back curled with Dazai’s arm.  His head to Dazai’s shoulder.  His hat shoved hastily onto Dazai’s head for safe keeping.

Chuuya cracked an eye and attempted a snarl that was so exhausted it looked more like a smile.  “Put me down.”  Even his voice was bruised.  It made Dazai’s bleeding insides feel like they’d been punched.  He ignored it.

“I supposed you’ll walk to the car,” Dazai said, not pausing his stride.  And Chuuya would, as well, even if it took him an hour.  Dazai thought he could manage it in thirty minutes, though.  Chuuya bent time as much as gravity.  Dazai kept that to himself because he was certain that effect only worked on him.  And they didn’t have an hour; they didn’t even have thirty minutes.  They had ten, tops, Dazai figured.

Chuuya shifted and stiffened, and then frowned at Dazai, lips pulling into a faint sneer that felt good on Dazai’s battered insides.  Menthol for aching lungs.  

“You look ridiculous,” Chuuya huffed.

The band of Chuuya’s hat was damp with sweat where it pressed against Dazai’s forehead, at least a size too small.  

“The hat is ridiculous,” Dazai shot back.  He paused at the doorway to the warehouse, distracted, neck prickling.  There was supposed to be a car parked an alley over.  The street was damp and quiet, flickering streetlights reflecting in the filthy puddles.  The light caught at Chuuya’s bare head.  His hair was a tangled mess.  “You’re lucky you’re cute,” Dazai said quietly over Chuuya’s indignant sputtering, heart ticking out the seconds, listening, listening, listening to make sure it was safe to make a dash for the car.  If he stayed too long…

Chuuya fell silent, though, and his weight felt like more.

Dazai glanced down at him—bright eyes wide and cheeks blooming scarlet to match his wildfire hair—and he tried to swallow back what he’d said.  But the words wouldn’t fit back down his throat.  “Like a little animal,” he drawled past the word cute that had gotten lodged in his mouth.  Chuuya’s eyes narrowed.  Cute.  Cute, cute.  “A rodent, perhaps.  A very small one.”  

He smirked down at Chuuya, who snarled, looking nothing at all like a rodent. Dazai kept his body from relaxing as Chuuya’s blush faded because Chuuya would feel it, pressed as he was up against Dazai’s chest.  Chuuya opened his mouth to growl.

Shhh,” Dazai murmured, bracing himself to step out onto the street, and Chuuya was the one relaxing, sagging in Dazai’s grip, exhausted and somehow trusting Dazai more than his own bruised legs.

Last week, Oda had asked Dazai about his partner—tone too kind, eyes too gentle—and he’d smiled when Dazai said “little.”

“Chuuya is anything but little,” Oda said.

“Have you seen him?” Dazai had laughed, a little drunk and careless.

“I have,” replied Oda.  He watched Dazai quietly.  

Dazai was sober in an instant and thought Oda could have been terrifying if he had any other personality.

In his arms in the present, Chuuya shifted again, squirming in a way that made him hard to hold.  “I’m not cute,” he muttered.  

Dazai shook himself.  He thought he’d been standing in the doorway for a minute or so, but it might have been an hour.  Time.  His arms ached, muscles burning pleasantly.  He let out a breath.  “The cutest,” he said, risking Chuuya’s sparking indignation as he splashed out onto the back street, sprinting for the alley like a rat.

Chuuya’s squawking protests lit up the night, reflecting in the puddles and turning up the street lamps, pouring in through Dazai’s torn up insides.

Poetry Sentence Starters

Taken from The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Vol. 1, 3rd Ed.

  • “Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
  • “Was there another Troy for her to burn?”
  • “A terrible beauty is born.”
  • “Things fall apart.”
  • “The best lack all conviction.”
  • “Are innocence and beauty born?”
  • “That is no country for old men.”
  • “How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
  • “A single image is not splendor.”
  • “Good fences make good neighbors.”
  • “Essence of winter sleep is on the night.”
  • “Some say the world will end in fire.”
  • “Whose woods these are I think I know.”
  • “And miles to go before I sleep.”
  • “For once, then, something.”
  • “I am too absent spirited to count.”
  • “What but design of darkness to appall?”
  • “For the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
  • “Let be be finale of seem.”
  • “The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”
  • “It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.”
  • “The pure products of America go crazy.”
  • “So much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.”
  • “You are caught in the drift.”
  • “I, too, dislike it.”
  • “Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table.”
  • “In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.”
  • “Do I dare disturb the universe?”
  • “I do not think that they will sing to me.”
  • “April is the cruellest month.”
  • “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
  • “I could not speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing.”
  • “Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!”
  • “Fear death by water.”
  • “You! hypocrite lecteur!–mon semblable,– mon frère!”
  • “I think we are in a rats’ alley.”
  • “Hurry up please its time.”
  • “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
  • “What should I resent?”
  • “What have we given?”
  • “Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus.”
  • “Your heart would have responded gaily, when invited, beating obedient to controlling hands.”
  • “Shall I at least set my lands in order?”
  • “I’ve known rivers.”
  • “My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
  • “Ain’t you heard the boogie-woogie rumble of a dream deferred?”
  • “You think it’s a happy beat?”
  • “I wonder if it’s that simple?”
  • “What happens to a dream deferred?”
  • “Or does it explode?”
~Starter Sentence meme: Ridiculous Lestat quotes from Interview with the Vampire~

Send my muse one of the following and my muse will react to what was said (a few of these were modified for RP purposes).

  • I’ll play the drum if I like!
  • Stop looking at my buttons!
  • Don’t fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!
  • You’re dying, that’s all; don’t be a fool. 
  • You’ll have to bed down with me this morning. I haven’t prepared you a coffin.
  • If I want to sleep all day and drink all night, I’ll do it, damn you!
  • Now, I’m getting into the coffin, and you will get in on top of me if you know what’s good for you.
  • The hell I won’t! 
  • He’s dead, you idiot!
  • Don’t be such a damned idiot. Haven’t you ever seen a rat? 
  • Rats can be quite nice…
  • You don’t mind, do you? I surely hope you don’t, because there’s nothing much you can do about it if you do mind.
  • I’d like to meet the devil some night, I’d chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I am the devil.
  • I ought to drive your horse into the swamps. You’d have to dig yourself a hole and smother! 
  • You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats!
  • Your stare for hours at candles as if they were people! 
  • You stand in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched!
  • You smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics!
  • You stare at nature like a baffled idiot at the zoo!
  • You’re being morbid! It’s almost dawn.
  • I can give you death more easily than I gave you life!
  • Did I kill him or did I not kill him! What’s your guess?
The Signs As "Nothing Personal" Lyrics

Aries: Take off your shirt, your shoes, those skinny jeans I bought for you. We’re diving in, there’s nothing left to lose. - Walls

Taurus: She’s trouble in a tank top pretty little time bomb Blowing up I’ll take you down Living in the radio lost in the stereo sound – Lost In Stereo.

Gemini: Dancing in the alley with the street rat nightlife Can’t keep living with a feeling that I’m giving up everything for you – Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t)

Cancer: Give me therapy. I’m a walking travesty but I’m smiling at everything. Therapy… You were never a friend to me and you can keep all your misery. - Therapy

Leo: Maybe it’s not my weekend But it’s gonna be my year And I’m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere And this is my reaction To everything I fear Cause I’ve been going crazy I don’t want to waste another minute here – Weightless.

Virgo: 3 pm on my feet and staggering through misplaced words and a sinking feeling I got carried away Sick, Sick of sleeping on the floor Another night another score I’m jaded, bottles breaking – Stella.

Libra: Fell in love, she was the friend of a sister, of somebody famous - at least for a day. Expensive habits and a taste for the town had me chasing down red carpets, and watching all my friends slip away. – Sick Little Games

Scorpio: I’m walking, who’s laughing now? I’m wasted, wasting time you talk for hours but you’re wasting lines A pretty face but the chase ain’t worth the prize – Break your little heart.

Sagittarius: What a waste, where did the time go? Where did our minds go? I don’t know. What’s this place? Where did our home go? We won’t know, I don’t know. – Too Much

Capricorn: Mixed drinks, mixed feelings of elation, I should have known it was a one-night invitation. – A Party Song.

Aquarius: I’ve got a watch but I don’t have time I’ve got a road and it leads to decadence But a dead end sign waits down the line I leave my footprints for the evidence – Poison

Pisces: This city was your city Heels on the sidewalk beggin’ for a backbeat Don’t worry I fight dirty Tonight’s like a right hook knock you off your feet – Hello Brooklyn

locke-rinannis  asked:


“Hope is something very important for everyone!”

The youth offers a very enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Hope is what keeps dreams alive, and fires burning, and love strong. It’s the light that stands against tyranny, darkness and nastiness! There’s lots of things I hope for, y’know? I hope one day we’ll be a world at peace, filled with love and compassion. When I think of that, my chest fills with warmth, and everything feels a little better.

We’ll get there, right, mister Ruran? You’re a man of hope, I can tell!”