worthless pride

dependent multimuse roleplay blog. written by ev.

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from various characters starring in the game   fire emblem : three houses .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

“  feel free to say hi whenever you like  ”

“  don’t hold back for my sake  ”

“  you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ?  ”

“  you act like you’re full of regret  ,  but I know you don’t really mean it  ”

“  you actually look more handsome to me with honesty on your face  ”

“  don’t be ashamed of crying  ”

“  could you keep quiet for a bit ?  ”

“  you’re actually kind of amazing  ”

“  do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably ?  ”

“  stop acting so nonchalant about getting hurt or killed  ”

“  naive and uptight is no way to live your life  ”

“  you’d better watch that temper  ”

“  i am absolutely disinterested in spending any time with you  ”

“  your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling  ”

“  I’ll just be straightforward about taking advantage of you  ”

“  when will you tire of challenging me in pointless competitions ?  ”

“  you expect me to believe that ?  ”

“  i’ve had enough of your foolish antics  ”

“  i wish you would not sneak up on me like that  ”

“  before you reprimand me  ,  take a moment to consider your own failings  ”

“  it is like hearing a snake sing an aria  ”

“  am I hearing a deathbed confession ?  ”

“  i never have any idea what you’re talking about  ”

“  don’t walk away when i’m talking to you  ”

“  you’ll be the death of me for sure  ”

“  i do not intend to die  ”

“  i can’t believe you put yourself at risk for my benefit  ”

“  i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile  ”

“  i do not desire your gratitude  ”

“  you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear  ”

“  perhaps i was flustered needlessly  ”

“  i had forgotten how charmingly ethereal you can be  ”

“  you’re going a little overboard  ”

“  you have shaken me to my very core  ”

“  so this is what death is like  ”

“  if you get sick of me  ,  i’m sorry ahead of time  ”

“  i’m embarrassed just thinking about it  ”

“  you’re like a little brother to me  ”

“  spending the rest of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad  ”

“  if our roles were reversed  ,  I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you  ”

“  you actually hate me  ,  right ?  ”

“  you haven’t stabbed me yet  ”

“  i want to be more like you  ”

“  i actually envy the size of your heart  ”

“  i don’t think you can solve all your problems by throwing a few punches  ”

“  there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world  ”

“  sorry I’ve been so oblivious to your needs  ”

“  sometimes you just can’t afford to wait around for someone else to notice ”

“  yesterday’s enemy is today’s ally  ”

“  you have to abandon old feuds  ”

“  learn to protect yourself before trying to protect me  ”

“  i always trust that you’ve got my back  ”

“  if only people could be more like flowers  ”

“  if you promise not to resort to violence  ,  I’ll do whatever you want  ”

“  i can’t stand the sight of me either  ”

“  i would be even more impressed if you hadn’t been screaming the whole time  ”

“  i did what was necessary to get you to comply  ”

“  you have so much power in you  ,  just waiting to be unleashed  ”

“  i’m hopelessly terrified of you  ”

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I heard yesterday was these dorks' ✨b-day✨

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@deviltwns​

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ofpapercutsandrunes​:

@ofstories​ (Anyone)

“Once again I can’t find a thing than makes me want to remain here.” Jack sighed a bit as he looked through the clearance section of a local store he had walked into. “How is all of this stuff meant to SCREAM Halloween to me and the thousands of people in this town? This just says I am pathetic and that I don’t care.” He shook his head, before deciding to grab the dog and smiled.. It reminded him of the one he had back home and hey, at least he could bring something back to his place to make it feel more homey. “You all seriously need better Halloween spirits.”

puck didn’t usually go shopping, and when he did, it was never to the clearance section. the perks of coming from a rich family, even if he wasn’t really in contact with his mother anymore. but desperate times called for some slightly desperate measures. “it’s not halloween season yet,” he says like it’s obvious. which it should be. it’s not even september yet; of course there’s not much for halloween in the clearance area. “nothing’s going to beat a six-story tall robot of a witch or a path lined with actual bones,” both of which are things the fairy is sure he’s seen, “but you could always make your own stuff. really get the spook going yourself instead of using the cheap things that just say ‘boo!’”

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milkywcy​:

peter shrugged his shoulders “sounded longer in my head.” he let out a small giggle and bit his lip “its not your fault, i mean – nobody could blame someone as cute as you.” he said softly and then shook his head at his lame pickup line. “you are too? i’m glad i’m not the only one hiding, i don’t think i could handle being alone anymore.” he said truthfully and looked up at them “really? so did i! do you mind if i know what yours said?”

loki’s almost taken aback by the cute comment, though their reaction is easy to hide. an avenger? possibly flirting with them? it was almost always the other way around - and the avenger wasn’t ever particularly happy about it. “everyone always seems to find a way to blame me,” they over-dramatically sigh, clearly not actually upset at all, “even with how cute i am.” their mouth is upturned in an easy smile, one aimed directly at peter. “i can’t imagine you would be alone for long, most people would probably jump at the chance to spend time with you. myself included,” the last two words are said quieter than the rest, almost to themself. “oh, you know - that my life is a lie, my mind and memories are scrambled and this time it’s not because i’ve died and come back,” though they can’t wholly rule out that possibility, “and that i’d find all the answers here in ouray.” they shrug. “y’know, the usual kind of letter you get mixed in with fan mail about your books.”

[patch27]

I’ve been on a nostalgia kick and I remembered that I adore the Sisters Grimm books so I drew my grubby bastard son

[slayer-the]

It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

[incorrectsistersgrimmquotes]

Puck: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You wanna be immortal? Ok. Easy. Just don't die. That's it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Puck: "But how?" you may ask. Easy. Just don't do it. Refuse to. Say no thanks.

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oh! you must be PUCK / ROBIN GOODFELLOW! i heard you were one of the people invited to try out our all inclusive town! Is it true you’re actually from SISTERS GRIMM / A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM? oh! i’m sorry, you’re right. you’re just the (PHYSICALLY) TWENTY-TWO year old PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. are you sure you don’t remember LEAVING FERRYPORT LANDING? see you do! i knew it was you, you still give off that PINK INSECT WINGS, MELODIES PLAYED ON A FLUTE, A WELL-LOVED GREEN HOODIE, & NEVER WANTING TO GROW UP vibe. i hope you find AN ESCAPE here! (maxence danet-fauvel)

1. gender & pronouns

cis male & he/him.

2. where is your hometown?

faerie. ferryport landing, new york. new york city, new york.

3. what was your fake life like?

he comes from an old family - one that claims a relation to a king, or maybe a duke, or some other kind of noble. frankly, puck didn’t care much to listen closely enough to know the exacts. but the point is, the family is somewhat well known and rather rich. his father died when he was young, and his mother did her best to raise him and his younger twin brother, but she was strict and overbearing at the best of times. once he turned eighteen, he left home and has barely looked back since.

4. where were you taken from in your canon?

the end of the series, but wholly ignoring both epilogues !!  so the everafter war is over, and he’s just recently left to go adventuring with jake and collect magical artifacts and such. and he remembers it all. or, rather, will remember it all eventually as i seriously need to reread the books. but that aside, he remembers everything from canon (except the epilogues. we don’t speak of the epilogues in this house).

5. anything else we should know?

if you wanna know what’s up with the two fandoms, read this, otherwise uhhhh i got nothing more for y’all !!

so! sisters grimm is a children’s book series running off a similar concept to once upon a time - fairytale characters existing in the real world. but sg doesn’t run with just fairytales - there’s shakespeare characters (obviously), figures from folklore (puck is probably the president of baba yaga’s fanclub tbh), and some others as well - and the fairytales it does use are the grimm versions of them! so they can get kinda dark !

so in essence, the events of a midsummer night’s dream are more or less puck’s origin, but his more recent canon is sisters grimm. basically. and sg took some certain, ah, liberties with the play and the relationships so !!! puck is oberon and titania’s eldest son. making him the crown prince. meaning that since oberon bit it (that asshole), puck is, technically, the king of faerie.

also his beserk button is calling him peter pan or comparing him to peter pan or honestly even just acknowledging that peter pan exists. do that if you want to make him Angry.

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tag dump for robin goodfellow puck.

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hurtingsculs​:

felicia’s head cocked to the side as she looked at the other, “it’s possible.” she teased, “at least you’re not a thief running from a mad man.” she chuckled lightly, making light of her own situation, “or for that matter, came here dressed in a skimpy black costume.” she laughed again, “so, are you or are you not a god?”

"most people would call me a god, myself included, but who's to say i'm not also a thief," they reply, an easy smile adorning their face. it's true enough - they've stolen plenty, more than enough to be considered a thief. "though you do have me on the mad man and skimpy black costume. usually, anyway."

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hurtingsculs​:

a small chuckle passed over the blue haired females lips as she looked at the other, “oh uh… i’m probably not going to be very much help, miss. i haven’t been here too long either.” she said with a small shrug, “what are you looking for? i could attempt to help, i guess.” she said, wiggling her eyebrow slowly.

elsa knew she couldn't be the only new one in town, but it's still a surprise to hear just how many people are new to calling ouray home. "oh, well, if you can't that's fine! i was just hoping to fond somewhere to eat? a cafe or diner, maybe?" she definitely doesn't want anywhere big or fancy, that's for sure.

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strngst​:

kim had never been one to admit defeat, it simply wasn’t in her nature to be the one looked after instead of looking after. however, she was one to acknowledge her own faults and was deeply embarrassed by the splatter of brown that had manifested right beside the other’s feet. a wave of embarrassment washed over her face as she leaned down to pick up the cup      (after all, she wasn’t just about to leave it there!)      “oh my god, i’m so sorry. it didn’t get on you at all, did it?” she asked, a tint of nervousness in her words. first the stress of uni and now she’d gone on and inconvenienced someone. great. however, his question took her off guard, wondering about her own well-being first. she didn’t know the guy and, usually, these sorts of questions would be brushed off all matter-of-factly because she was kim freaking possible and she could do anything! but a sudden compulsion to be honest overtook her and she let out a deep sigh. “am i okay? i guess… knowing school’s gonna start is really hitting me hard though…”

"no, it all missed me." somehow. he gives her a smile he hopes is at least somewhat reassuring, though her comment about school makes him freeze for a moment before he groans slightly. he isn't usually one to turn down the chance to learn and read, but he's been so wrapped up in the letter and the mystery of it all, he'd nearly forgotten just how close school was to starting. panic seeps into him at the thought of how behind he must be already. "how could i forgot about school!" he exclaims, though he's sure to keep his voice down. he can only imagine how many other students are in the cafe studying for the upcoming year as well, and he doesn't want to disturb any of them. "i'd try to say something reassuring, but panic is setting in."

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vivaciousones​:

“so what do you do if you think a guy’s cute but you don’t know how to tell him that you think he’s cute??”

@ouraystarters​

tooru takes a few moments to stare at the other, assessing if he's being serious or not. "why can't you just tell him that - that you think he's cute?" to be fair, it wasn't as if tooru had confessed to a lot of people - it was usually him on the receiving end.

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fghtcrs​:

Buffy’s fake-life wasn’t terrible. In fact, Buffy’s fake-life was everything real-her had claimed to always want. It came with cheerleading practise, proms. Dates that didn’t end in someone turning evil. Graduating college. Normal. And yet, the older she got, the more she found herself slipping back into old habits. Back into that role of the Slayer. Prophecies were hard to rewrite, even in Ouray. That’s what brought her here every night.                   Patrolling through the local graveyard, stake in hand and fighting leather pants on. She just couldn’t shake that feeling that something was out there. Something bad. A noise from behind startled the woman from her thoughts and instinct kicked in, body spinning, weapon raised. As if on cue, Buffy was ready to fight. She soon realised, however, the person who had startled her might not be a threat after all. ‘Wow. Creepy much?’ Defence instantly came up. ‘Do you always go around stalking blondes in cemeteries?’ She seemed to be forgetting that she had been stalking someone, or something, in said cemetery as well. The best defense is a good offense, right? Buff was sure an old dude in glasses taught her that once. 

@ouraystarters​​

dipper wouldn't say he was happy to be in the cemetary, but it had seemed like a good place to go. check some of the headstones for names and dates, maybe compare to newspapers ... it wasn't his first choice, especially at night, but he needed more leads if he was going to figure out anything about ouray. and he definitely isn't meaning to follow the other person he can see in the graveyard, even if they way he's moving from headstone to headstone makes it seem like he was. "woah, woah, woah," he says in alarm, dropping his notebook and pen as he raises his hands in surrender. "i'm not stalking you, just taking notes." a beat passes, then he visibly winces as he realizes how that sounded. "notes on the people buried here, not you!"

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closed starter for anyone  [ @chiefswcn​​ ] !

corrin knows that bare feet in a public place, even if they are on the grass of a park, isn't their greatest idea. there's so many things they could accidentally step on ( or in ) if they aren't careful enough. but they're unconcerned with that, more interested in some of the other people around them. "lovely weather for feeding the ducks, huh?" they ask one of the passerbys. it's true enough - the sun is hanging high in the sky, and there's a few pieces of bread in corrin's hand, clearly food for whatever lucky animal they stumbled across first.

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closed starter for kozume kenma  [ @deviltwns​ ] !

tooru isn't really one for arcades. they can be fun, sure, but he doesn't usually really have the time for it. still, he'd seen enough advertisements for this one and he had time to kill, so he figured he'd give it a try rather than overworking himself again. he slips in the door, blinking slightly to let his eyes adjust to differnece in light, before heading to the desk to pay for admittance. the brightest smile he can muster at the moment is on his face as he asks the pudding-head, "how much does this cost? and what's the most fun game?"

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closed starter for james potter  [ @strngst​​ ] !

the idea, the feeling, that his life is wrong, is off-kilter, won't leave harry alone. it's refused to drop back into the recesses of his mind ever since he'd read the letter. the one that all but explicitly told him that he isn't who he thinks he is, that his life is a lie, and his parents are - not that, aren't his parents. he's sitting at a table in a cafe, nursing a cup of tea, letting his mind just dwell on that fact. he turns to get the attention of the person at the next table over and asks him, "hey, what would you do if someone just told you that your parents aren't really your parents?"