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@pericolosa.bsky.social
☾ quote acc ☽ ── featuring lyrics, writing prompts, & quotes from various media. a digital commonplace journal. a labor of love. crafted for the RP writing community. designed to spark muse. posts sporadically. originally est. July 2023 on mastodon. 𓇼
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@pericolosa.bsky.social
· Jun 25
Do I make you nervous?
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Slinking about in the half-light, how very like you.
February 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Slinking about in the half-light, how very like you.
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. . . I hope you don't mind that I didn't dislodge you when you slumped against me in sleep. No, silly me, of course you'll mind, but perhaps I don't care.
February 14, 2025 at 1:46 AM
. . . I hope you don't mind that I didn't dislodge you when you slumped against me in sleep. No, silly me, of course you'll mind, but perhaps I don't care.
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To peel back the carpeting of the world and tumble into the stars.
February 13, 2025 at 2:09 AM
To peel back the carpeting of the world and tumble into the stars.
I just need your wrist. Not a lot. Do you trust me?
February 12, 2026 at 5:31 PM
I just need your wrist. Not a lot. Do you trust me?
Not believing in something doesn’t stop you from wanting it. If you’re not careful.
February 11, 2026 at 4:20 PM
Not believing in something doesn’t stop you from wanting it. If you’re not careful.
Is that a threat?
⸻Did it sound like a compliment?
⸻Did it sound like a compliment?
February 11, 2026 at 4:08 PM
Is that a threat?
⸻Did it sound like a compliment?
⸻Did it sound like a compliment?
You’re apathetic. Disengaged.
February 11, 2026 at 4:00 PM
You’re apathetic. Disengaged.
One thing I’ve come to know about you is that when it comes to keeping yourself closed off, omission is a big tool in building that wall.
February 11, 2026 at 3:49 PM
One thing I’ve come to know about you is that when it comes to keeping yourself closed off, omission is a big tool in building that wall.
You’re the Captain. (Out of your depth. 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.)
February 10, 2026 at 5:27 PM
You’re the Captain. (Out of your depth. 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.)
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They have been⸻ they still are⸻ what is desired, what flees, what is pursued, and sometimes what gets caught. They stir knotty feelings.
February 11, 2025 at 12:44 AM
They have been⸻ they still are⸻ what is desired, what flees, what is pursued, and sometimes what gets caught. They stir knotty feelings.
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The Hunter and the Hunted (a love story).
February 11, 2025 at 12:46 AM
The Hunter and the Hunted (a love story).
I’m never getting out of this godforsaken town.
February 10, 2026 at 5:08 PM
I’m never getting out of this godforsaken town.
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I am the crow that picks at your bones.
February 9, 2025 at 5:29 PM
I am the crow that picks at your bones.
Carry a few ancient stories in your jaw; the very words themselves are how you taste your ancestors.
February 9, 2026 at 2:50 PM
Carry a few ancient stories in your jaw; the very words themselves are how you taste your ancestors.
When I watch you sleep, I feel overwhelmed that you exist.
February 8, 2026 at 7:32 PM
When I watch you sleep, I feel overwhelmed that you exist.
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I propose we not make plans. . . Do you want to not make plans with me?
February 9, 2025 at 4:13 AM
I propose we not make plans. . . Do you want to not make plans with me?
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Where is your sanctuary, your playground, your sulking walk? Where is your imaginary wilderness? Where is your escape hatch?
February 8, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Where is your sanctuary, your playground, your sulking walk? Where is your imaginary wilderness? Where is your escape hatch?
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She’d lately reminded me of a fox. Part of that was her red hair, sure, but there was something more, something liquid and clever in the way she was starting to move. Made my skin itch.
February 8, 2025 at 1:11 PM
She’d lately reminded me of a fox. Part of that was her red hair, sure, but there was something more, something liquid and clever in the way she was starting to move. Made my skin itch.
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He leans down and whispers in my ear, “𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒.”
February 9, 2025 at 1:26 AM
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒.”
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It’s time to play, and the rules are simple:
You run . . .
You hide . . .
You pray.
You run . . .
You hide . . .
You pray.
February 9, 2025 at 1:22 AM
It’s time to play, and the rules are simple:
You run . . .
You hide . . .
You pray.
You run . . .
You hide . . .
You pray.
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Grim Reaper, looking for my cheerleaders.
February 7, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Grim Reaper, looking for my cheerleaders.
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Let us consider the plight of a lone traveller passing through a great wood or moor, destined to become a wolf pack’s next meal.
February 8, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Let us consider the plight of a lone traveller passing through a great wood or moor, destined to become a wolf pack’s next meal.
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