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im working on last minute merch and i wanted to share my favorite one
heavensward spoilers below
okie dokie. plotting call, like this & i'll hit you up for some plotting.
The urge to redraw all my old fanart of prom
okie dokie. plotting call, like this & i'll hit you up for some plotting.
Change pronouns as needed
"You remember what we talked about before? About our dreams?"
"I've seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt."
"Most times, a ghost is a wish."
"One foot in crazy and the other on a banana peel. Her whole life."
"Of course, we object. I object!"
"He said it was haunted. Those are his words."
"And he hasn't said SHIT since."
"Does he talk to you? Does he talk to you about what happened that night?"
"I need to start a life for my own family."
"Well, be sure to let your imagination get the best of you."
"That's the first step. Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it's true. Then go from there."
"I don't want to see her again, especially like that."
"I told you. I told you she was in trouble. I told you to find her. I told you!"
"Just a big smile. Too big. He's always smiling, but he isn't happy."
"You answer the question that's asked. Don't elaborate, don't offer information that's not requested."
"Just tell them that their feelings are correct, and they're safe. And it's okay to be curious."
"No one knows and that's okay."
"Just because someone's a good person, just because you care about them... doesn't mean they won't burn you."
"Some of us are addicted to treatment centers, huh?"
"So what's different this time? Something must be."
"They're all different, though. Every day is different, every craving is different, every meeting is different."
"I'm not trying to suggest that you're not taking this seriously."
"This time around--I'm just speaking for myself--I got more support. And I'm giving more support."
"Doesn't mean you stop just because it gets a little repetitive."
"How can a house, just a collection of bricks, wood, and glass have that much power over people?"
"You'd find it's not a monster. It's barely even a house. It's a carcass."
"In movies they always say that they, uh, look like they're sleeping. She doesn't look like she's sleeping. She looks dead."
"Most of what people say at a funeral is a wish."
"Well, prayer's not really our thing, but... I take your point."
"That house is the most dangerous place in the world for all of us, but especially for you."
"She used to say she was the kite and I was the line. She was a creature of the clouds and and I was a creature of the earth."
"All of us, all of us are just always helping you keep up this idea in your head that you're perfect (Name)!"
"We're just a bunch of fuck-ups fucking up!"
"No! You do not just get to shut me out of your life!"
"Did you just punch me in the boob?!"
"I felt nothing. Just nothing. And it spread, it spread everywhere in me, this nothing, until I couldn't feel anything anymore."
"I was just this dark, empty black hole. And I tried to fill it up, I tried to fill me back up."
"I'm just - I'm just floating in this ocean of nothing, and I wonder if this is it, if this is what death is, just out there in the darkness, just darkness and numbness and alone."
"I reached for him because I had to feel something. I had to feel anything."
"I'm so glad I did it, though. Because it worked. Oh, God, it worked. I started feeling things again."
"I felt - I felt shame, and I felt grief, and I felt scared. I felt so fucking scared."
"I had to do it, because it felt better than nothing."
"That thorough fucking shame was so much better than that horrible, empty nothing."
"If you're worried about your children, you don't let anyone tell you what you're feeling is wrong."
"You listen to your gut. Hold the door. Even if it makes them hate you."
"You want to know the secret? We ARE the key."
"Of course you are. I'm a dream, and so are you, and so are we."
"Wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that."
"The rest is confetti."
"All this time we tried to get into this room and now we can't get the fuck out."
"I feel like I've been here before."
"Everything's been out of order. Time, I mean."
"I thought for so long that time was like a line, that... that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they... fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning... and the end."
"Our moments fall around us like rain. Or... snow. Or confetti."
"It put on different faces so that'd we'd be still and quiet."
"I'm like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster."
"I don't- I don't know how to do this without you."
"I learned a secret. There's no without. I am not gone. I'm scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow."
"There's so much I want to say to you all."
"I'm so sorry our last words were in anger."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't... answer the phone."
"It wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that."
"Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain."
"How long has it been since you were here?"
"That's what monsters do."
"Nothing bad will ever touch them ever again."
"Fear and guilt are sisters."
"Fear. Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns."
"Love is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it but we cannot meet it halfway."
"Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality."
"I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti."
THERE IS A thin line between truth and lies. A careful balance that had to be maintained for any deception - Prompto knew it, lived it, walked that line slow and careful every moment of every day that he woke up and pretended to be normal.
Deceit etched into his smile. Hollowed out by what he is and filled with what he could be when one of his friends blessed him with a smile or a laugh. A momentary acceptance. A fleeting reprieve from the knowledge of all he is and all he’s done.
And all he’s yet to do.
( Ignorance is not justification for your crimes. )
Insomnia burns and they watch on closed circuit TVs. Noctis is pale and the others are rigid with fear for their loved ones, and he only points his eyes out the window towards the horizon and thinks about the men who had come to him with aspirations of power. Men who had turned their back on their King for the greatest crime he could commit - being a realistic in a world that demanded blind idealism in the face of conquest. And he had done what he was asked - arranged meetings with the higher ups, given them a means of contact not knowing that what he was doing was tantamount to murder.
( It was in Ardyn’s smile as he passed by them, the words whispered in his mind things have changed, dear boy the warning that Peace would never exist where monsters like them dwelt. )
There is no denying it now.
This is his fault.
Noctis is crying silent, angry tears and Gladiolus only stops pacing when his phone buzzes and Iris’ frightened voice comes over the line assuring him that she’s alive but their father has not had the same mercy.
“… There has to be something we can do.”
i opened up my old prompto playlist and there's a video on how to get enough mgp to get the car in ff14.
They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. ( sending something in :3
" I didn't really sign up to usurp anything, man! I just, like..."
The sentence trails into awkward silence, Prompto's big blue eyes looking anywhere but the dragoon as he rocks on his heels. Following orders doesn't apply here. If he was following orders he'd have kept his head down, continued to be just another guy soaking up all the secrets of the enemy without involving himself. But there's no denying this is treason, that's he's been doing nothing but treason since he took off from the capital and went rogue. Niflheim was his home and he, for better or worse, was the closest thing to a prince they had.
Niflheim isn't exactly like the rest of the world. Magitek ran in abundance, its people accepting the cost to the planet as a necessary evil for their convenience. Manifest destiny had burned it out centuries ago, leaving it an isolationist nation chasing the greatness of once was through any means necessary. They shirked magic, shunned the eikons and their blessings, and declared themselves a haven of science and progress, tottering that fine line between utopia and nightmare.
Pity it didn't make it any different from the rest of the world
He owed its people more than the madman currently sitting on its throne, didn't he? Even if that meant siding with the other side and toppling the whole godsdamned Empire?
"... Man, I am so screwed." His hands come up to slap his cheeks, chasing away whatever fear lingered at the corners. "Okay. Okay. What's the plan?
film ask meme : FRANKENSTEIN (2025) directed by GUILLERMO DEL TORO.
a selection of lines from the 2025 film frankenstein. modified for rp purposes.
where does all this blood come from?
that thing is coming.
what is that thing? what does it want?
bring him to me!
it will come back and kill many more.
it cannot die.
what manner of creature is this?
what manner of devil made him?
there is no spiritual content in tissue, and no emotion in a muscle.
a part of the universe had been hollowed out and the firmament was now permanently dark.
he was the breeze, i was the storm cloud.
no one can conquer death.
i would have command over the forces of life and death.
we are not gods, are we?
if we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles.
this is the future. this is possible.
god gives life, and god takes it.
perhaps god is inept.
the answers only come when coaxed by disobedience, free of fear and cowardly dogma!
what i saw was a crucifixion, really.
you are like a child, so excited, clutching your new pet so tightly that you’re strangling it.
can you contain your fire, prometheus? or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it?
we’re searchers for truth and transcendence, kindred spirits.
don’t pretend to be reasonable now.
i fail to see why modesty is considered a virtue at all.
ideas are not worthwhile by themselves, i don’t believe.
how often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion.
i take it then that we have an understanding?
you would have died within the year.
they’re wretches, every one of them.
have you so hastily committed sin?
respectfully, you do not know this man.
i saw you well before you saw me, i can say that much.
what books did you buy, hmm? may i?
my interest in science leans towards the smallest things. moving with nature, perhaps the rhythms of god.
for the very first time, i became more interested in life and somewhat less interested in death.
i trust you above anyone else.
you can see god’s design in the symmetry and the shapes.
believing something does not make it true.
beautiful creature, is she not?
one fine morning, i will start to scream and i will never stop.
i cannot face such a vulgar demise.
i will be the eagle that feasts on your liver!
you share my madness.
perhaps there is a finer point in me telling you my story.
no, don't touch me! don't ever touch me!
you are afraid of me? why? why would you be afraid of me?
i've never had a clearer mind! come, come!
the spirits have lifted me so much.
his wounds. you wounded him like that.
no, no, no. it was the world that hurt him.
did you ever ask yourself, of all the parts that make that man, which one holds the soul?
there’s something so disquieting about that creature down there.
what if, unrestrained by sin, our creator’s breath came into its wounded flesh directly?
in those eyes i saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?
what about my pain? what about what you have denied me?
of all the human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding.
only monsters play god.
your heart is pure? i assure you it isn’t.
in a fit of rage, he killed him.
in seeking life, i created death.
do not harm him! i'm here.
my maker told his tale. now, i will tell you mine.
i called your name and understood i was alone.
i felt cold. so cold.
what could i possibly do for them?
for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and i were at peace.
violence felt inevitable between them.
perhaps, i thought, this was the way of the world. it would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.
with a single step, i entered a different world.
are you not from these parts?
your hands are frozen and you’ve been hurt, have you not?
yes. your hands and face have scars.
there is something in your voice which persuades me of your goodwill and kindness.
i would be delighted to share what little i have with you and would be greatly helped by your companionship.
time passed and fell away with the leaves of autumn.
are there more books than this in the world?
man has questions for god. even god has questions. i think he wanted answers and that is why he sent us his son.
death probably intrigued him.
the true measure of wisdom. to know you have been harmed, by whom you have been harmed, and choose to let it all fade.
i understood that i was nothing.
this hurt clung to my mind. it never let go.
i found what i am. what i am made from.
i am the child of a charnel house. a wreckage.
there was silence again, and then merciless life.
death, a gift you too had denied me.
i’ve rarely felt remorse before and now i feel little else.
come out of the shadows, if you are here.
we can be monsters together.
i have found sanity at such a cost, and you here are madness calling me back.
in you i have created something truly horrible.
whatever puzzle i am, creator, i think. i feel.
i am obscene to you, but to myself i simply am.
then it is still all about your will.
that horrible, horrible will that birthed me condemns me now?
the miracle is not that i should speak, but that you would ever listen!
if you are not to award me love, then i will indulge in rage.
i fear you, [name]. i always have.
you are the monster.
i sought and longed for something i could not quite name. but in you, i found it.
to be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love.
you gave me life unwanted. i give that back to you.
i will make you bleed. i will make you humble.
you may be my creator, but from this day forward, i will be your master.
you only listen when i hurt you.
this. you put your faith in this.
now, run.
so, there you were, broken and discarded. and i, alive again.
and here we are. spent and done.
i will bleed. ache. suffer. you see, it will never end.
regret consumes me.
what hope i had, what rage … it is all nothing.
the tide that brought me here now comes to take you away.
if you have it in your heart, forgive yourself into existence.
while you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?
perhaps now, we can both be human.
i'm canon reviewing the game and man. the way i was so sure prompto was going to be a spy from the jump and it's no wonder. there's a lot he does that is just incredibly suspicious.
prompto hiding behind gladio the second they see ardyn is still weird to me. why are you doing that buddy. like he was right beside noct and then immediately veers off and uses gladio as a buffer.
prompto's whole reaction to what happened to lucis. i can't really put my thumb on why it's off but i guess it's because he sounds less like he just lost the home he grew up in and more like this is an unfortunate thing that befell noct and noct alone.
prompto immediately jumping to 'maybe ardyn can help us! 8)' as though this is a real, viable thing to do with a chancellor of an invading nation.
the way the magitek soldiers always find them & prompto being the one to shout it 90 percent of the time
the way the fucking naga grabs him and calls him her child.
i would do terrible things to be in a timeline where the game's final leg of development wasn't rushed and broken, i would.
I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.
ASSORTED LYRICAL SENTENCE STARTERS .
" oh , you clever little thing . " " what a precious basket case . " " you're no good . " " you could kill me and you should . " " you've done nothing to get out of this pattern of pain . " " i know wrong , i know right , but i just love to pick a fight . " " let's see how fast you can run . " " i was hit as a kid . " " i was good but then i quit . " " everyone that tried to fix me knows that i can't change a bit . " " don't be so hard on yourself . " " everything stays , but it still changes . " " i wanna spend some time with you . " " such an uncivil tongue . " " what a shame if you misspeak , now . " " if i were you , then i'd stop talking . " " you're beautiful , and evil too . sinister and vile . " " for you , i'd die , or kill myself . whichever makes you smile . " " you've got the devil on your shoulder . " " you'd better shut your mouth just like i told you . " " nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me . " " why don't we kiss goodnight ? " " i've never known someone like you . " " i'm tangled in love , stuck by you . " " don't forget to kiss me . " " don't forget to kiss me , or else you'll have to miss me . " " i never thought i'd find you , but you're here , and so i love you . " " i told my mother what you did , like a kid . " " i already told you , i just want a dance . " " could you see me standing here with my outstretched hand ? " " please forgive me for thinking it's a fleeting romance . " " need some reassurance , not a silly romance . " " guess i'm used to being disappointed . " " i'm falling too fast . " " if you want it , come and get it . " " if you wanna love me , try to get inside my brain . " " if you want , you can stay with me in my bed . " " if you want , you can go ahead and fix my head . " " only if you want to . " " there's so much left to say . " " i guess i'm just the bigger guy . " " there's too much on my mind . " " i don't even want to try . " " they do say love is blind . " " i guess that's the way things go . " " i didn't think you'd ever stoop so low . " " in my mind , you'll always stay the same . " " i'm happy now , i ought to let you know . " " you don't see stars here . they're just city lights . " " sometimes i'll see the moon and i'll think of you . " " we don't hug ... we never used to do that . " " we never used to hug . " " you're not mad at me ? " " in a dream , i could say everything i wanted . " " no one could come close to you . " " i have a feeling you got everything you wanted . " " you're not wasting time stuck here like me . " " the world ended when it happened to me . " " i dream about you when i sleep . " " i wanna get close to you . " " you are my dream come true . " " please have mercy on me . " " it's not romantic , i swear . " " i want you to here ... but please don't come near . " " you'll put me into a trance . " " i think about you day and night . "
I did not get far enough in FFXVI but Prom being an dominant of an artificially made eikon like Alexander or Anima is kind of tasty.
❝ It’s burned on your skin… A barcode never lies . ❞
independent canon divergent prompto argentum. spoilers inside.
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
I know what I have become. Do you know what you are?
His hands are raw and bleeding, gravel still embedded in the palms that's pushed deeper as they tighten around his pistols. A quick turn and a carefully flung arm had been all that saved from from a broken neck on bloodstained train tracks, abandoned like the rest of his empty kin now that his role had been fulfilled. The price he's paid is small in comparison to his life, but it stops him from turning around and firing a few symbolic bullets into the head of a man he knows will just shug it off.
( Except he has a feeling that even if he hadn't been quick enough something else would have saved him. )
The snow is higher than his boots and every step is a unique kind of agony. He's pushed so far beyond limits he didn't even know he had, and yet still he endures. His teeth chatter, his face feels raw, everything feels heavy but nothing nearly so much as the weight of the Chancellor's gaze.
"Yeah." It comes out hard and short. "And you totally revel in it, right? And now you're here to gloat, and brag, and laugh it up because you told me so."
I told you so.
His head drops, each step heavier than the last. The disgust in Noctis' eyes as he chased him through the cars, calling him out for what he really was. A traitor. A monster wearing human skin. Just another obstacle to overcome.
"And I'm a - what, a traitor? Monster? Daemon? MT - yeah, yeah, yeah I know! I know, okay?! That doesn't matter. What matters is making it right! You taught me that once."
✧˖°˖✧ 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ··· a collection of court politics, family loyalty, righteous claim roleplay sentence starters for those who never asked for the crown but wear it anyway. genre: political intrigue, duty vs desire, power & consequence.
• The realm requires stability, not affection. You would do well to remember as much. • They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. • Do you think I desired this burden? That I find rest easily in my chambers? • History is penned by victors. We need only ensure our triumph. • The smallfolk care nothing for legitimacy. They desire full bellies and protected hearths. • I do what our father ought to have done years hence. • Sentiment is a luxury ill-afforded in times such as these. • Every choice I make serves this house. Every single one. • They were given opportunity to bend the knee. They chose steel instead. • I know well what is spoken of me in the streets. Let them speak. • The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies. • Do you name me cruel? I am practical. There lies the difference. • The throne was sworn to me. I shall not beg forgiveness for claiming what is mine by right. • You desire mercy from me? Mercy delivered us to this precipice. • I protect what belongs to our bloodline. Why can you not see the necessity? • The gods may pass judgment upon me, but the realm shall remember me as its salvation. • This crown bears a weight you cannot fathom. • I shoulder this burden so you need not. Show proper gratitude. • We stand as the final bulwark against chaos. Conduct yourself accordingly. • Your conscience holds less import than our house's survival. • I shall not permit sentiment to unmake all we have built. • They desire a monster? I shall give them a sovereign. • The histories shall vindicate our cause. They always do. • I hold this realm intact with bloodied hands and you dare question my methods? • Do not mistake my resolve for wanton cruelty. I do what must be done. • The Faith stands beside us. The commons shall follow in turn. • You think them honorable? They would gladly see us put to the sword. • I did not desire this war. But I shall see it concluded. • Each day I choose duty above my own yearnings. Each and every day. • We are the rightful heirs. The law itself speaks for our claim. • I have sacrificed all for this family's future. • I know what I have become. Do you know what you are? • The hand that wields the sword commands the realm. Do not forget it. • They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. • You seek peace? Peace demands victory first. • I stand as shield between our house and annihilation. • The crown cares nothing for your uncertainties. Bear it or step aside. • Righteousness does not win wars. Strategy does. • I undertake what you prove too craven to attempt. • This matter extends beyond any single one of us. Can you not comprehend as much? • The realm shall offer thanks when the dust has settled.