crown city prince

❝ Fools set the rules in this world. Just take a look around. It's undeniable. ❞ -------------------------- ☠

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“What even is this?” Noctis whined quietly, staring down at the food that was served for dinner that night. A quiet groan and he looked to the blond next to him, wondering if he was the only one who found an issue with the skeptical looking food. It wasn’t anything Noctis was used to, although a few of the dishes resembled things he’d been served in the past in an attempt to hide vegetables in his food. 

Alien food or not, Noctis was still firmly against eating any damn vegetables. 

Sighing again, the prince looked at the blond to his left once more, watching the other closely.  “Uh... do you know what any of this stuff is?” 

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Starter call for Noctis as well! Please like for a starter from the prince, no cap!

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hoodofroses:

Even if he’d said it was fine, she still felt really guilty. After all, most people probably would have had the wind knocked out of them after a collision like that. Ruby made a mental note to never use her semblance in the hallways again, especially around corners, no matter how late she was running. 

“I’m really, really sorry..” she honestly couldn’t apologize enough. Being on time definitely wasn’t worth knocking out another student. She supposed that was her reckless nature running loose but she definitely wouldn’t do it again. At least, not without being super, mega careful first.

“Yeah..I thought the coast was clear so it’d be okay, but then I turned the corner..” she rubbed the back of her neck and looked down. “I didn’t even think someone else would be walking there..” There really ought to be a way to check around corners before turning them, but then again, she probably wouldn’t have been able to stop herself so quickly..but if she’d tried, she probably wouldn’t have hit him as hard.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the infirmary? At least let me make it up to you.” It was the least she could do for literally running him over.

Even if the girl hadn’t been apologizing so profusely, Noctis couldn’t really blame her all that much. It wasn’t like he’d never run into anyone using his phasing ability, especially when he was still learning how to control it. Although, back then, his victims were more often expensive paintings or vases, sometimes walls. So he understood, although he didn’t think recounting his failures would really help the situation at all. 

“Like I said, it’s fine. No harm done,” Noctis said with a nod, rubbing lightly at the future bruising with one hand, “I’m fine, too. Really.”

Noctis then shrugged, considering her offer to make it up to him. There wasn’t really anything he wanted in return, although a part of him felt bad simply for making the girl apologize so much. It wasn’t his fault, and it was an accident, but she seemed so set in her ways of apologizing and trying to make things right. He didn’t really see the point. What was done was done, and no matter how many times she apologized it wouldn’t change what she had done.

And Noctis had already said he was fine. Letting out a quiet sigh, the would-be king then offered a small smile, an attempt to console, however forced.

“You can make it up to me by not apologizing anymore,” he said curtly, “let’s just move past it. No use in beating a dead horse any longer.”

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practicalandpretty:

Pausing for a moment, Izuminokami frowned slightly, wiping his hands on his uniform trousers. In the heat of the moment, he had gone for depth rather than length, and though the walls were not too thick, he was beginning to regret his rash decision. There was something there alright, but he’d have to claw apart the entire wall to see. Looking down sadly at his hand, Izuminokami sighed. What had been perfectly manicured nails and soft skin that morning had now turned to ragged nails and raw fingertips. At least they weren’t bleeding (yet), which was a good sign.

Turning his head as Kurama called over, Izuminokami thanked whatever gods were listening for the respite, moving to look at the other’s almost demolished wall. And despite the situation, he couldn’t help but be impressed at the quick work the demon had made of it, grinning slightly.

“He-eh~ Nice job. Kurama-san~! Good thing you had that shovel, otherwise–! Woah!”

As the other stumbled back, the Uchigatana shot forward to close the small gap between them, steadying the other with his forearm bracing his back. (He didn’t want to lay his cheese crusted, and painful hands, on Kurama, just in case). Satisfied that the other was just taken aback by the sudden assault on his sense (he could sympathize, his own stomach was starting to churn unpleasantly), Izuminokami stared at sizable hole in the wall.

“…Now what? Do we try to go through, or…?” 

@ncxtis​

Hearing his teammate call for them, Noctis moved away from his spot, glad for a reason to stop digging. He sighed heavily, footsteps landing heavily as he moved closer to where his teammates had gathered, although he quickly found himself halting in the process and standing further away. The smell that had erupted from the hole in the wall was positively disgusting, not unlike the variety of overly pungent cheeses he would find served at some of the royal banquets back home.

That is, back when he had a home to return to that wasn’t overrun by traitors and daemons.

Covering his nose with the palm of his hand, Noctis’ face scrunched up almost childishly in the face of such a strong smell. He felt queasy and uncomfortable. He was already an extremely picky eater, and this cheese was only serving to mark cheese off of his list of edible substances... forever. He doubted Ignis would be pleased to hear that, but... Ignis had not faced the Cheese Room of Despair.

“I think...” Noctis paused, angling his face away in an attempt to grasp a breath of clean air before turning back to his team, “...I think that’s the only thing we can do. Shit that reeks... let’s get through it quickly, hopefully there’s a way out...” 

@ryoumen​ 

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practicalandpretty:

“An Uchigatana of the vice-captain of the Shinsengumi reduced to a cheese knife. Somewhere out there, Kunihiro is laughing at me…” Grumbling, Izuminokami followed the other two into the room of cheese, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

“Urgh…!”

Pushing the blanket off his shoulders (he hadn’t expected it to be so heavy) and walking to the final unclaimed wall, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at Kurama, seeming to seriously consider his question. He might as well after all.

“I suppose it depends on how thick this cheese is and how easily it’ll break…? I’ve never see cheese like this before…the cheese Aruji had for us in the citadel was in small blocks or chopped in little bags…”

Realizing he was rambling, Izuminokami abruptly turned to face the wall once more, flushing. Cautiously he reached up to scrape at the wall, making a disgusted noise as flakes of cheese went under his perfectly manicured fingernails. While he certainly wasn’t fussy about his nails as Kashuu Kiyomitsu was, the feeling of the cheese breaking off and catching in his nails made his stomach churn. Hopefully, the walls were thinner than they looked….

“We might not starve, but already, I’m telling you two. I never want to see cheese again after we get out of here.”

@ncxtis​

Noctis was a picky eater. He doesn’t necessarily have anything against cheese, but he had to agree with his teammate on that statement. He too, never wanted to see any sort of cheese again after this incident. He’d have to make sure to let Ignis know, if they ever made it back home... cheese would be another new restriction. If there was any comfort to be had in this room, it’s that it wasn’t made of vegetables, at least.

He might have given up immediately, had it been vegetables. 

He glanced over to make sure the other two were working before setting to work on his own wall. Noctis wasn’t exactly talkative to begin with, and so he worked in silence as he scraped away with his hands. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to have cheese under his nails, but it was what had to be done to escape the cheesy tomb. Noctis definitely didn’t want to be remembered as the king who died in a room full of cheese - because seriously, how much lamer could you get?

“...Any luck over there, Kurama? Izuminokami?” Noctis called after a little while, hands digging a sizeable hole in the wall. He was working more across than depth wise, wanting to get a good picture of what the wall might look like as a whole, considering there was a lot of space to cover if they were trying to dig their way out. “I think... I might be getting close to something in one spot but...”

@ryoumen​

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practicalandpretty:

He’d remained silent for the most part after meeting up with his teammates, only responding with monosyllabic mumbles when the rare question was put to him. At first it looked as though Izuminokami was being nothing more than a standoffish, teenage brat; but there was more to it than that.

His blade, the Izuminokami Kanesada was nowhere to be found and the (former?) Uchigatana was worried. That blade was all he had to anchor him to the world of the living, without it he was nothing. And he’d return to nothing if anything happened to that sword.

He had to reclaim it. No matter what.

Which was why Izuminokami did not protest when Noctis charged forward as leader, hadn’t complained when the other two strode through the dungeons with purpose. Pulling his ‘weapon’ around his shoulders in a poor imitation of his haori, Izuminokami found himself taking up a rear guard position, almost. Not that he could do much with a blanket, but at least he could forewarn the other two if something came out of the darkness.

Pausing before the door they soon happened across, Izuminokami gave a silent nod, steeling himself for whatever lay in wait for them. Hopefully it wouldn’t be a monster as bad what the Retrograde Army could throw at them back home, hopefully it wouldn’t be–

“CHEESE?!”

The squawk emitted from the Uchigatana’s mouth bounced around the room, but he paid it no heed. Blue eyes widened in shock while incredulous laughter spilled out. He stared at Kurama and Noctis, hoping that one of them would correct him, but the confusion and despondency in his teammates’ reactions only served to confirm his fears.

“You…we could try digging ourselves out with that shovel of yours…” he mumbled in a feeble attempt at a joke before unashamedly burying his face into the palm of his hand, a whine escaping.

“Arujiiii~”

@ncxtis​

“That’s... actually not a terrible idea.” Noctis said, hearing Izuminokami’s joke. While he recognized it as an attempt at humour, it seemed as though digging - or eating - through the cheese was their only option at moving forward. Noctis glanced at both of his teammates before taking a step further into the room, pointing at the wall opposite where they came in from.

He kind of wished Ignis was here, since he wasn’t exactly the best with this ‘strategic planning’ sort of situation. But he’d just have to do his best, especially as team leader. 

“We can take turns digging out the cheese on each of the walls. Kurama... you take this wall and dig with your shovel. We’ll be able to see how deep this cheese is, and if it isn’t too far back... Izuminokami and I can take the other two walls and dig with our hands.” Noctis instructed, channeling his inner ‘King’s Adviser’, which seemed to work scarily well. He glanced at his weapon, noting that it wouldn’t be able to help with this challenge at all. Neither would Izuminokami’s blanket, unless they needed to take a break and didn’t want to sit on the actual cheese.

At least they couldn’t starve in here.

“It’s not ideal... but we’ll have to make it work for now. Unless you guys... want to die in a cheese room?”

     | | @ryoumen​ 

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art by yuma_ff15.

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   All things considered, his team wasn’t half-bad. They couldn’t hold a candle to the group of friends Noctis was used to traveling with, but when stuck in a darkened maze like this, they were decent company. While Noctis was only stuck with a plastic fish, Kurama - one of his teammates - was given a shovel, which could no doubt do some damage if he was able to wield it properly. Meanwhile Izuminokami... well, at least they likely wouldn’t be cold at any point during their journey, with his blanket. 

If he was being honest, Noctis dreaded their first encounter. But as he jogged ahead of his group, falling naturally into the role of leader, the prince slowed down as they approached a door at the end of the hall. Something inside of him told him that this was where they were meant to be, almost like a gut instinct. Besides, there was no other way to go, besides back where they had come from. Noctis spared a silent glance to his companions before opening the door confidently, only to gasp out loud in surprise when he saw the interior. 

          Cheese.

Wall to wall, nothing but cheese could be seen. There was no other sign of a door, an exit to this nightmare. Glancing towards his teammates, Noctis swallowed thickly, stomach churning at the thought of having to escape this cheese tomb.

“It’s... a room made of cheese.” Noctis concluded finally, looking exasperated as he sighed deeply. He had been prepared to fight monsters, not... dig his way out of a cheese room.

                             ( a cheesy start, with @ryoumen & @practicalandpretty )

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This... was not a proper weapon. At all. As someone who was able to summon many different types of weapons, Noctis could testify to the fact that a PLASTIC SWORDFISH was not a weapon. He thought maybe it might be a bad joke played upon him by the faculty, to have a fish as a weapon when it was his one hobby, but for some reason... none of this felt like a joke. He glanced over at his teammates, randomly assigned to him or so he assumed, considering he didn’t know either of them. It was just his luck that he was assigned as the team leader as well: not that he could really complain, seeing as how he was most likely more equipped than the rest of his team.

“At least it’s kind of sharp.” Noctis finally said, looking back down at his weapon.

[paopufruit]

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00060204:

prompto doesn’t know what to feel about this.

it’s kind of a cheap and dirty tactic to play with his feelings again, and prompto recalls how he’d laid himself bare when he saw whome he thought was noctis, how he cried and begged for forgiveness and how he was so, so sorry for lying about everything all this time—only to find out that none of those were real: the noctis he saw, his uncontrollable rage at every single person who he thought would hurt his best friend, the threat that felt like it was going to swallow him whole.

those are all lies, but the feelings of shame and guilt that came with those are not. they cling to prompto like the stain on his wrist that he can never get rid of. the shame and guilt and his want to do anything for his best friend—all those real, genuine feelings of his were toyed with, and when he finally snapped out of it, it felt like he’d been spat at.

prompto can’t be held accountable for being scared.

prompto feels eyes on them, the clattering of his chair managing to catch the attention of some students, and prompto swallows again and looks down, shame tugging at his gut. he should leave; he can’t think straight right now. he just needs to be alone and away from him—

his head snaps up at the two words. i’m sorry, and prompto’s breath hitches. they’re just two words, but somehow it manages to drive a small crack on the wall he suddenly put up. with every word the other said, the more the wall tears down and the clearer prompto thinks, his fear slowly fading. the realisation sinks in so, painfully slowly, and prompto sees more of the quirks he sees from his best friend, recognises his speech patterns, and that sad, sad smile and shit. shit.

this is noctis.

he’s here; prompto knows what he’s sorry for, even though noct doesn’t say what it is, and prompto has long known that he doesn’t have to forgive noct for anything, because there’s nothing noct has to ask forgiveness for. noct says that he’ll leave prompto alone if that’s what he wants and no—prompto doesn’t want noct to leave. prompto is impulsive, and it stays true until now as he leaps the distance he created between them and grabs noct’s arm.

❝ no! no, ❞ he rasps out, his hands trembling. he feels warmth where he holds noct, and it’s so real that he may as well cry again, and this time there’s nothing that would prey on his absolute weakness. ❝ i’m sorry. i just—i thought— ❞ a shuddering exhale, and prompto dares himself to look at noctis. real. ❝ …you’re really here. ❞

Noctis is about to turn away and leave the classroom, perhaps get some air, as the last thing on his mind now was wanting to see what the last class of the day was all about. He’d allowed himself to be lured into this fantasy ‘academy’ world where everything was okay, but seeing Prompto and watching his friend retreat were just reminders of the world he left behind. A world that needed him, that he let down. Even if Prompto was safe, that didn’t account for Ignis or Gladio, and it only cemented his realization that the kingdom he was supposed to take care of have two less heroes to save it from the darkness that spread.

Despite this, Noctis felt happy. It was a feeling he would never share, that he didn’t want to think about the meaning of, because he knew it was selfish to be happy in the face of learning his people were all doomed. He was happy because Prompto was alive and not being tortured or lying dead somewhere in the Keep. A selfish joy, but it was a comfort nonetheless. 

Before Noctis can leave however, he is startled by the sudden grip on his arm, the contact not unfamiliar and he turned his head back to see Prompto there, racing to make sure Noctis didn’t leave. Whatever fear Prompto had seemed to have subsided and Noctis allowed himself to think that maybe his friend didn’t hold that much of a grudge as he had originally thought. Prompto supplies the rest of his reasoning for the standoffish nature and Noctis swallowed thickly, nodding his head in confirmation that yes - he was really here.

A great amount of pressure on his shoulders lifts and the guilt in his heart relents, if only for the time being. 

“I was looking for you.” Noctis said, after allowing a moment to pass between them. He was never really all that good with words, but his friends were better at filling in the blanks. “In Zegnautus Keep... I was looking for you, and then I ended up here.”

Noctis then allowed himself a small laugh, only one beat in length but he uses it as an opportunity to place his unoccupied hand on Prompto’s shoulder, a genuine yet small smile appearing on his face. Allowing himself to be selfish for the time being, the Prince let go of his guilt about everyone else and instead focused on his best friend.

“...Guess I found you. We’re here together.”

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hoodofroses:

@ncxtis

She was going to be late at this rate. Probably not the best impression she could make. She couldn’t deny she’d gotten lost, but she also wasn’t sure if the professors here would accept it as a valid excuse. Probably not. It hadn’t been like that at Beacon. If you were late, you were late. The reason why didn’t matter. But this school was practically a maze!

Glancing around, she noted the hallways were mostly empty now, giving her plenty of room. Surely she could make it on time if she used her semblance, right? That’d shave the time it took to get there in half! Feeling a bit better now, she took a deep breath, calling upon that power and rocketing forward, leaving a whirl of rose petals behind her. 

However, turning the corner at such speeds proved to be a terrible idea since she couldn’t see anyone else coming. That led to her abruptly colliding with someone. She bounced backwards and hit the ground, wincing and rubbing her head. “O-oww..” Tentatively, she raised her gaze to see what she’d collided with, only for panic to set in when she realized she’d just run headlong into another student.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, eyes widening as she hurried over to their side. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” She frantically looked around, nervously chewing on her lip. “Oh, I should have known better..!”

   “It’s... okay. You’re fine.”

Despite his words, Noctis was still wincing from the sudden collision, not having expected to be knocked into so violently. To say the wind was a little knocked (noct’d) out of him was an understatement, and he was sure with the way the girl had collided with him so forcefully, that he’d definitely be a little bruised later on. That being said, it really wasn’t anything foreign compared to how he had been tossed about during some of his battles back in Eos.

If his friends had been around, they would probably make fun of him for being weak so he kept his mouth shut in regards to how his body ached. Instead, he waved the girl’s worries away with a movement on his hand, trying his best at an awkward smile in attempts to comfort her.

“No harm done...” He said quietly, not all that adept at speaking with people he didn’t know. It was hard to address others, especially when his circle of friends consisted of the same three others for pretty much his entire life. The prince shrugged off the pain with a sharp intake of his breath, then exhaled slowly.

“You... might wanna watch where you’re going next time, though.” 

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blndloyalty:

     Something was nagging at the back of his mind.

     There was no doubt that something was wrong with his new surroundings. Whether it was the subtle sense of magic or the empty feeling of an echoing hallway, Ignis couldn’t pin it down. In this place couldn’t feel comfortable at all, tense from the very moment he opened his metaphorical eyes. But his own comfort was the least of his worries. The marks on his face didn’t give him any pain, and for him, that was enough.

     No, every other piece of his conscious mind was occupied with thoughts of the prince that he had spent his life next to, taking care of. Were the both of them there? Would Ignis’ half-empty arsenal of senses lead him in circles?

     Standing still was not an option. Not for him, and not for Noctis. And Ignis had enough faith to believe that wherever Noctis had ended up, he could hold his own with or without Ignis. ( A despicable idea, wasn’t it? But one this tactician might have to warm up to, no longer being the fully capable companion that he started off being ).

     Without a cane and having never experienced the world like this, there was a fair amount of tripping and catching himself on the floor. Frustrating. Anger-inducing, even. But he pressed on nonetheless, until he found himself stopping and taking a listen at the base of one of the many staircases in the school.

     The gentle sound of a familiar snore hit his ears, relief immediate to follow. Then there was the patience — carefully, he sat himself on the stairs next to the familiar noise, rested his elbows on his knees, and waited.

come back from the world of dreams, @ncxtis !!

   He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but more often than not the Prince - or rather, now that he sported the Ring of Lucii - King, found himself exhausted. It mattered little how much time he spent resting, as his exhaustion came from the many worries that clouded his mind. Every time he slept, night terrors woke him with reminders of the friends and comrades he had let down, the people he’d involuntarily left behind, and the creeping darkness that must have encompassed all of his former kingdom by now. One might think that being removed from the equation would help ease his troubled mind, but all it did was make the compassionate Noctis feel like he’d betrayed everyone.

To some extent, he supposed he had. Even if leaving wasn’t his choice.

Naturally, without the sleep he was supposed to be getting during the night, it was quite understandable that he’d be tired enough to fall asleep during class. And in between classes. At this time, Noctis had just finished his last class of the day, glad to at least be able to confirm Prompto was safe as the two shared a combat class. Before he could be bothered to deal with the school’s everchanging hallways though, Noctis had decided to rest a little on the stairs, since it was deserted. 

And then, he managed to fall asleep.

It wasn’t until later that he woke up, likely closer to dinner being served in the Great Hall. His snores silenced, blinking groggily, Noctis had finally been able to get some sound sleep, at least for the time being. He chalked it up to being so exhausted that he didn’t even dream. Before he could put more thought into his lack of nightmares however, the Lucis heir was startled by the presence resting beside him.

        Ignis.

“Ignis --” Noctis said, voice still carrying remnants of his sleepiness in the way his words slurred a little. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he wondered if the other being there was nothing more than a conjuring from his tired thoughts. Or perhaps even some sort of trick put on by the castle itself. However, when he reached out a hand to touch his friend’s shoulder, he was very much real. 

“...it’s really you?” 

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bluelightningswordsman:

   There really was only one thing that really irritated Fushimi more than idiocy at this school and it was the fact that the hallways were always changing. At first he was just confused but after a few months he’s gotten sort of the hang of maneuvering through them when they weren’t changing. Still there was no pattern to when they change so it was all by luck that Fushimi was able to get to class without suddenly being thrusted into another direction.    However, today Fushimi wasn’t that lucky. The hallway towards his next class soon had him falling as if the room had shifted upside down. Thankfully the ceiling wasn’t too high so he didn’t fall from that far but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Also it didn’t help that unfortunately for him someone who was also walking in the same hallway as him was in the same situation and had fallen on top of him.     Groaning Fushimi tries to get up. “Dammit. Stupid freaking magical hallways” he mutters in annoyance. Once he finally does get up, he winces when he puts pressure on his right foot. He glares at the boy whom fell on top of him. “And no I’m not alright. I think you sprained my foot” he states with a huff.  This is just his lucky day isn’t it? No it definitely wasn’t. Fushimi’s foot was still aching though he tries to hide the fact that he was in real pain. 

  “Thanks to you, I’m injured. So unless you know some magical spell to heal my foot or something I suggest you find something to help me before I make you regret falling on top of me”. It was an empty threat considering he didn’t have his weapons and he knew better to use his abilities outside of classroom. He figured it would at least get this person moving or at least away from him so he can figure out how to get out of this hallway without putting pressure on on his injured foot.

Noctis could agree with the other’s sentiment towards the shifting hallways. He had experienced some weird-as-hell dungeons back in Eos, but nothing he’d seen or experienced compared to even a fraction of the things he’d been exposed to in Hiraeth. Shifting hallways and a castle layout that changed of its own free will were just two of the many things. 

However, before he could share some common thoughts on how much he disliked the changing hallways, the other coldly stated that he’d injured the other. Noctis winced as the news was delivered to him, already considering what he could do to help the other immediately. While not exactly the most well-verse in talking with strangers, he certainly was the type to help where he could, usually without question.

A king’s duty, and all that other crap.

“Sorry...” Noctis managed, a little flustered. He patted down his pockets instinctively for a potion or two, but remembered quickly that he hadn’t come with any of those things - he’d been pretty strapped for supplies in the Keep, so it wasn’t like he’d have much in the ways of a healing poultice or two even if Hiraeth had summoned him with such things. 

“I don’t.. have anything on me. I can help get you to the infirmary though? If - If you want, that is.” He stated, his speech a little awkward as he struggled to think on the fly. The other didn’t exactly seem like he was the most friendly person, although Noctis had just landed on him so he couldn’t judge the other based on this encounter alone. Nonetheless, the bespectacled male caught him off guard with his abrasive words, and thus left Noctis feeling uncomfortable. 

Standing up fully, he brushed himself off and offered a hand to the other. He wasn’t exactly strong like Gladiolus, but he was confident that he’d be able to at least support the other on the way to the infirmary. It was his hope, at least, that the school would play nice. 

[trcshymemes]

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ What the hell happened? ❞

❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞

❝ It’s their blood. ❞

❝ Where are your guns? ❞

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞

❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞

❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞

❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 

❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞

❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 

❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞

❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞

❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞

❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞

❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞

❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞

❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞

❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞

❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞

❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 

❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞

❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞

❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞

❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞

❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞

❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 

❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞

❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞

❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞

❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞

❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞

❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

[lovelornrocketscientist]

cute shippy starters

Adapted from this post. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Credit: @alwaysbellamyblake

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