...how will the story end?

𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍.

[protgnst]

#𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐆𝐍𝐒𝐓: independent & multi-fandom multi-muse roleplay *side-blog.

21+ only; mutually exclusive. oc & crossover friendly. very low effort & iconless. extremely (s)low activity. narrated by d. (mobile-friendly list under cut.)

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𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘: amrothiriel

*follows back from @speedconduit

MUSE LIST.

ANIMANGA.

fire lord zuko — atla — secondary

suki — atla — testing

kamiya kari / yagami hikari — digimon — testing

lan fan — fma — tertiary

roy mustang — fma — secondary

winry rockbell — fma — tertiary

inuzuka kiba — naruto — secondary

loid forger aka twilight — spy x family — testing

damian desmond — spy x family — testing

LITERARY.

éomer eadig — lotr — primary

prince faramir — lotr — secondary

MYTHOS.

kassandra of troy — greek mythos — tertiary

VIDEO GAMES.

blonde blazer / mandy — dispatch — testing

"SECRET" MENU - REQUEST ONLY.

ichimaru gin — bleach — by request — animanga

juvia lockser — fairy tail — by selective request — animanga

nara shikamaru — naruto — by selective request — animanga

temari — naruto — by request— animanga

uchiha sasuke — naruto — by selective request — animanga

hino rei — pgsm — by selective request — animanga

kunzite — pgsm — by request — animanga

[protgnst]

tag dump.

[protgnst]

"do you always begin conversations this way?" /blazer pls pls pls

NEVER one to mince words, Mandy has come to expect–and secretly enjoy–Coupé's straightforward demeanor. It's ... refreshing, despite how harsh the lilt of her voice can get.

At present, however, she only registers the creeping sensation of dread as it slices its way down her spine. As if the former assassin herself is carving through the bullshit she suspects Mandy is about to spew. Corporate bullshit, indeed...

Clearing her throat, she straightens up within her seat and places her gloved hands atop the table. Fingers tangle together as they form a steeple—rigid and indomitable. "That's usually the way these types of conversations go." Blue eyes take in the split lip and still healing bruises from their recent fight. "You got the okay to get back on the team, but—..." She lets the word hang in the air between them. Despite Robert being the handler for the Z-team, that didn't mean he could go around Blonde Blazer's final decision. "I need to be convinced you're worth the PR nightmare."

Was she being too much of a hard-ass? Probably. Yet, Coupé had trashed the majority of the greater LA area.

Not letting her doubts overwhelm her, Mandy regards the woman across from her. "So tell me: Why do you think you should be back on the Z-team?" Prove to me you can change.

the princess bride 🦋 accepting!

[yukonfox]

Recently started playing Dispatch and all the characters look so...drawable

[protgnst]

❛ Stop making me laugh in serious situations. People think I’m unstable. ❜ /for malevola?

SNORTING, Mal kicks her feet upwards, heels clicking as they cross at her crimson ankles; easing back in her seat, she pins Coop with a lifted brow. "Is it so bad to laugh, though?" Yellow eyes gleam with a mischievous light. "I mean, when Punch-Up went flying across the bar, he was technically taking the high road."

Fangs bare as she offers her teammate an 'apologetic' smile. "It was funny, c'mon, mate... Loosen up a little, yeah?"

stages of a relationship 🦋 accepting!

[blueskittlesart]

Azula always lies. 

saw this post by @heavenly-dusk and kinda went insane thinking abt it so i drew it, i hope you don’t mind! 

[thatboomerangguy]

"Hard times, eh?" Sokka drawls, his lips tugging into that familiar, snarky grin as he shrugs his shoulders like this is just a casual conversation between acquaintances. "Don't worry. I can spot you for lunch. Quan makes the best soup dumplings in the Earth Kingdom."

Zuko might be their prisoner but Sokka isn't going to starve the jerk.

[protgnst]

PRIDE has him remain quiet. He wouldn't beg for a meal—a little discomfort wasn't anything new to him. Even if this ragtag group seemed the type to keep their hostages comfortable, he's all too familiar with the way the Fire Nation handles their prisoners, or rather, their lack of handling. Zuko can't help but feel relieved he'd been captured by the Avatar than his sister.

Despite his resolve to maintain his stoic irritability, his stomach chooses the next moment to sound its desire for those dumplings Sokka mentioned. Looking anywhere but at the other male, the disgraced prince twists his lips and exhales sharply through his nose. Not going to ask.

[konohans]

❛ kiba ... ? is that you ? ❜ surprise lines the medic's face.

in an instant, guilt crowds her chest : it's been a while since she has seen most of konoha eleven, she thinks. and one would think that that might be in due to the fact that team seven, however momentary, was reunited back — in truth, though, sakura had spent the months when sasuke was in custody constantly at the edge of her seat, split between being relieved that he's home, and immensely agitated that she feels more relieved he's restrained. the kind of guilt she keeps wound tightly in her chest, unless naruto were to find out. he doesn't.

and then... and then it's just been easier to throw herself into the hospital. it helped as well, she supposes, that there was much to do : she had that request to visit other shinobi villages so she would be able to meet with the medic-nins she had once worked with during the war. then there had been her research which she'd like to expand on ... it's easy, working. the routine is near-predictable and the direction is clear. she supposes she isn't the only one who thought so, given the lack of news on kiba. last she heard... well, ino was saying something about classified information.

still, to a familiar and old friend, sakura smiles. warm and soft and happy. she's always been happy with these people she'd grown up with. ❛ hey, it's me ! sakura ! ❜ she waves.

@protgnst — starter call

[protgnst]

SHOULDERS laden with the self-imposed burden of nightly patrols in a vain attempt to avoid his empty, lonely apartment, Kiba aimlessly wanders through the crowd. Unbidden, memories of his last mission flash in rapid succession before his mind's eye; he can't help but flinch at a particularly brutal recollection. Blood, so much blood... The nuke-nin his squadron had been tasked with apprehending had been a real piece of work. His preferred targets were civilian women; it was evident he enjoyed torture, too. The white of bone protruding from flesh, and the overwhelming stench of decomposition...

A shiver skitters along his spine as he shoves all thoughts aside.

He already struggled to sleep on the best of nights... Why else bother walking around in the early morning hours? (It definitely wasn't for the solitude—although that was a perk.) It wouldn't do to add to his nightmares.

Huddling within the confines of his jacket, he keeps his head down as he sidesteps a lone woman. As he passes her, intent on seeking a drunken brawl to distract himself, he pauses as she calls out to him.

Mild surprise overtakes his mien as he glances over his shoulder. Despite his rattled sense of self, he offers Sakura a genuine lift of his lips. "Off to work, Haruno? Do you even have a functional relationship with your bed?" Ha. He was one to talk.

[dymx]

This babe. I love him ;3; It’s his birthday today! \o/ 

[protgnst]

[shibushio11]

Mandy doodles

[protgnst]

@bvlwarks asked: ❛ So… do we pretend we don’t know each other, or do we pretend we do? ❜

BRUISES of varying shades and scars, new and old, crisscross his back as he turns from her. The metallic clink of his belt stirs her from her staring; Mandy shifts, taking steps away from Robert to give him some privacy, to avoid watching him undress. Heat spreads along her cheeks as she quietly chastises herself for being so unprofessional.

However, as blue eyes lift, she glimpses his partially nude form reflected in the frosted glass of the double doors. Crap. She's just about to offer to exit the room, when his next question quickly stops her.

Any prior tension filling the room dissipates as she can't help the small smile that uplifts her lips. Mien softening at his consideration, she shakes her head–aware he can't see her, but habit–and responds, tone light, "I don't see a problem with it. But if you don't want to call attention to yourself, I totally understand." Absently, she tucks a stray, golden strand behind her ear as she regards her boots. "I don't want to put you in an unnecessary predicament... Though, wouldn't it be a little weird if I didn't know who you were since I scouted you out?" God. She's rambling now.

Biting her lip to prevent herself from speaking further, sapphire hues lift to peek at his mirrored image. Was he done changing? Thankfully a shirt and pants hid his leanly muscled frame.

A breath whooshes through the part of her lips as she turns back to him. "Suffice to say, the decision is yours. You ready for the tour?"

prompt 🦋 accepting!

[en-lov3r]

𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙪 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

[protgnst]

@thatboomerangguy asked: "You got any money?"

LIP curling as incredulity scrunches his visage, Zuko hikes his shoulders in a haphazard shrug; he attempts to maintain his balance. Wrists tied behind his back, the firebender barely manages to stay upright. "Do I look like I have money?"

He might be the prince of a wealthy empire, but he'd since been exiled–thanks for your empty promises, Azula–and captured by the Avatar's gang of misfits. Zuko didn't have a single ban or copper piece to his name. The very dirt he sat upon was likely richer than he currently was.

Scoffing, he turns away from the obnoxious male. "You're better off picking pockets than searching mine." He'd find nothing.

prompt 🦋 accepting!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE PRINCESS BRIDE *  assorted dialogue from the 1987 classic film, adjust as necessary

hello. my name is [name]. you killed my father. prepare to die.

give us the gate key.

as you wish.

who are you? are we enemies?

i've always been a quick healer.

good night. good work. sleep well. i'll most likely kill you in the morning.

get back, witch.

i'll try to stay awake.

it's not that bad.

you are wonderful.

i admit it, you are better than i am.

why are you smiling?

i've seen worse.

i told you i would always come for you. why didn't you wait for me?

death cannot stop true love. all it can do is delay it for a while.

i will never doubt again.

i could kill you now.

maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.

life is pain. anyone who says differently is selling someone.

you have a great gift for rhyme.

anybody want a peanut?

who are you?

get used to disappointment.

i don't suppose you could speed things up?

if you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do.

i do not think you would accept my help, since i am only waiting around to kill you.

that does put a damper on our relationship.

i promise i will not kill you until you reach the top.

that's very comforting, but i'm afraid you'll just have to wait.

i hate waiting.

isn't there any way you trust me?

throw me the rope.

we'll never survive. we may as well die here.

we have already succeeded.

i don't think they exist.

you've done nothing but study swordplay?

there's not a lot of money in revenge.

i certainly hope you find him someday.

you seem a decent fellow. i hate to kill you.

where is the poison?

i am not a great fool.

you've made your decision then?

you're just stalling now.

you'd like to think that, wouldn't you?

you're trying to trick me into giving away something. it won't work.

i know where the poison is!

then make your choice.

i am no one to be trifled with.

kill me quickly.

i would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.

you got any money?

are you a rotten liar!

your first story was better.

do you always begin conversations this way?

you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well. i accept.

i don't think i'm quite familiar with that phrase.

drop your sword.

tear his arms off.

we'll never survive.

nonsense. you're only saying that because no one ever has.

he didn't fall? inconcievable!

you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means.

i can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.

you're that smart?

let me put it this way. have you heard of plato, aristotle, socrates? morons.

why do you wear a mask?

were you burned by acid, or something like that?

i think everyone will be wearing them in the future.

you know, it's very strange.

i have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, i don't know what to do with the rest of my life.

you mock my pain.

[makiema]

― I lost. It’s a shame but, it doesn’t feel too bad to be killed by a man like you. With honest eyes, with no hesitation.

[protgnst]

zu.ko writing sample : [ source ]

since his birth, Z.uko was told he was lucky to be born, to still be alive. all his life, he fought for each breath, and he struggled to prove his worth. always wanting to please those that he desired to earn their respect –an attempt to garner acceptance and attention, too– , and all for what? to be told he is not enough. never enough. as such, he is used to taking beatings—verbal or physical. it is simply a fact of his life that others will talk down to him, expect more of him. will consistently subject him to torment on his worth. even so, whether or not he allows himself to remain a victim, or transition into a survivor is his choice. ( Z.uko would rather be a survivor. ) he is through with living up to others’ expectations. he wants to live for himself, to better himself. ...and if he has to start with K.atara, and bettering her opinion of him, then so be it. his apology falls on deaf ears. she wants to fight him? she wants to place all the blame on him for things out of both of their control? he won’t back down so easily. ❝ Do you know what it was like growing up with her as a sister? I wasn’t lucky, ❞ he all but spits the word. ❝ To get a decent sibling like you. Even if I am the older brother, she always got her way and knew what to say to make me believe her, to trust in her. ❞ glancing over his shoulder, visage displaying such anguish and defeat, his eyes seek hers. despite the exposure in his expression, his tone does not lessen in its conviction. ❝ I wanted to be a good brother to her—even if she always lies. I wanted to be the best son I could be.  ❝ No matter what I did, it was never enough. I wanted to be a part of the family that tried so hard to shut me out. To be worthy of one day leading my nation. ❞ teeth grit. briefly, he closes his eyes and turns away. shoulders fall as his head tips back. ❝ Was I misguided? Yes. Was I wrong in my actions? Yes. I’m not coming to any of you as if I never committed any violence against you. I’m trying to be better.  ❝ I just need you to know that before, I was only trying to do what I thought would permit me to return home. I was wrong... ❞ facing her now, molten gold again look for churning cerulean. ❝ That doesn’t mean I am the person to blame for your mother’s death. I can take you to the person who is to blame, though. ❞