― FROM THE MOUTH OF : YOTSUYU GOE BRUTUS.
a collection of starter prompts taken from yotsuyu goe brutus, of ffxiv - there may be spoilers. change pronouns and gender as needed. trigger warning for references to domestic violence.
if only i hadn't remembered.
i will not suffer his kindness.
who shall stand, and who shall fall? let the die be cast.
another idiot like all the rest.
no sooner do i wake from gentle slumber than the world returns in all its cruelty.
are you good at anything?
i've always had a soft spot for men like you.
if i cannot escape my nature, then i shall embrace it.
we both know that simply isn't true, don't we?
speaking of which, how fares my brute?
to the very depths i have sunk, my soul steeped in spite and rotten to the core.
i see you are determined to waste my time.
well now… this is a surprise!
rather thoughtless of you, was it not?
the self-righteous hide behind “justice,” but i need no such mask.
was it not you who made me into this monster?
oh, the stupidity of it all…
a noble sacrifice…or the last desperate flailing of a fool.
for years i knew naught but the taste of pain and humiliation.
therein lies…hope. therein lies freedom.
it is my solemn charge to bring these vermin to heel.
torment them, body and soul, until all they hold dear is as bitter ashes in their mouths.
you always were a cold-blooded little worm.
come now, you've no reason to look so afraid.
devotees of vengeance should rightly pursue their cause unto the bitter end, don't you think?
…i only wanted a persimmon.
all that remains is to administer your punishment.
am I sunk to my lowest, then...?
a life of battle will leave its mark upon a man…
a nightbloom shall flower here upon the site of my demise...
tell the men to fight as if their lives depend on it. because they do.
everyone's staring at me...
i'll grind you under my heel!
you have endured their worst and survived.
are you sure they're your friends?
they will not find a flower simply waiting to be plucked…
are you perhaps referring to me?
there's just no joy in it. no release.
my position is not for you to decide.
i was married to a vicious old drunk who beat me as he pleased, and when i pleaded for help, i was told to grin and bear it.
oh... it's going to be a long night.
i will reign here in this putrid, pestilent swamp until the last of you has been broken!
they pretended not to notice, but they knew. they knew.
is serving me really so unbearable?
it wouldn't do to simply take you at your word.
it is too late for me. there can be no redemption.
this land shall know no dawn.
i will spew forth darkness and drown all in eternal night.
high above you i shall shine uncaring, cold and distant as the moon!
i knew you would not flee.
filth and squalor everywhere i look.
what power can compare to such celestial majesty?
i shall plunge all i despise into darkness!
even your light shall flicker and fail.
a courtesan has her tricks!
what i wouldn't do for a drink…
i see a future in which the sun sets on this wretched land once and for all!
you were the first… the first i swore to kill.
kill him. surely you can do that much?
you have no place here...
i had thought my hunger insatiable…but now…now i am satisfied.
i saved the last of my strength just… for you.
her happiness was never to be… not in this world.
let's share the torment, shall we...?
i was nothing to them — less than nothing!
i might just as well have been dead!
struggle all you wish ─ i encourage it!
there was nothing i would not do to feel that joy again!
i was the bane of your existence unto the very end!
'tis better to bend with the wind than stand tall and be broken.
…now, having borne witness to my life's work, have you aught to say to me?
your death will be all the sweeter...
if it isn't the cold-blooded little worm, always crawling through my rotten heart.
i wonder… was the fruit as sweet… as he remembered…?