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If anyone was curious about how Ash became a Rogue Trader you can read about it here The Gift of "Freedom"

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the girl beneath the sea.

dialogue prompts from the girl beneath the sea by andrew mayne.

you know something, don't you?

there are no coincidences. isn't that how it goes?

how do assholes make us care what they think?

what happened to old-fashioned phone calls?

tell me what i can do.

you said the f word.

when did you become such a hardass?

you don't know how people see you from afar.

believe it or not, i was proud of you.

rumors are far more abundant than the truth around here.

are you here to murder me?

for better or worse, i chose my own path.

i was a kid. i don't know what i knew.

i'd like to say i have a clean conscience, but that wouldn't be true.

i talk to people. they tell me things.

how about we go get a cup of coffee and compare notes?

what's your part in all of this?

you have to make up your own mind about me.

the powers that be are not acting in my best interests.

trouble is going to find me either way. there's no doubt about that.

do you ever miss it?

shut up and do something.

are you here to rescue me or kill me?

you know more than you're telling me.

you were here the whole time?

i figured you were going to do something stupid, and you didn't disappoint me.

it's not exactly a secret, but not exactly something i tell anyone.

any more personal questions?

how long have you been into my business?

you don't look very coplike.

now is not a good time to know anything about anything.

you just blurt everything out there, don't you?

anything is possible, when enough money is involved.

no time to think. do something.

did i die back there? is this how hell works?

stay strong. don't let them see you cry.

not everyone wanted to go along with it, but they did.

when did it start becoming real?

i'll tell you on the way. we need to hurry.

sometimes you don't get to choose your troubles: they choose you.

not everyone with a badge is your friend.

running would only make things worse.

you have an interesting family.

not all of us have your courage.

how hard would it be to start a fire?

you're the only thing that matters to me in this world.

i'm not letting you go alone.

nothing is ever easy with you.

your guess is as good as mine. better, actually.

just like that? it's over?

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i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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Gredal crouched low, when he heard something moving through the underbrush in his direction. He had been about to go track the sound down, his eyes locked in the direction the noise was coming from. He didn't recognize Leondas, he did recognize the lack of heartbeat, lack of breath, but that didn't mean there was a lack of blood.

Fear and hatred for or a second almost over powered his hunger. In response he bared his own fangs and growled back. There was a primal war going on through him, fear and hunger. Fear so far was winning that war.

[ BLOODLUST ]  - From Gredal

*  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .

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Blood trickled down from the vampire's chin. It was his own, for once. A sour expression lie upon his features as the fresh wound slowly closed and ceased to leak dark crimson. He'd had an unfortunate run in with a werewolf. While he'd won the encounter in the end, he did not escape unscathed. His clothes were tattered and claws had been raked across his body in numerous spots. While most of the wounds had healed closed by now, the blood was still present.

He'd fed from the beast only to heal himself, forcing down the vile liquid despite it's animal-like taste upon his tongue. HIs body still craved untainted, human blood, but he simply lacked the strength to venture out again in search of it. So he returned to camp.

He noticed Gredal before anything. Ears perked and he stopped in his tracks. Amber eyes peered back at the equally glowing gaze awaiting in the darkness. He'd lived with this affliction long enough to recognize the signs. The fact that he'd held his gaze so unwaveringly was telling enough. Not to mention his stance, ready to pounce at anything with a pulse. Gredal had gone feral.

He didn't have the time to act annoyed. The elder vampire began to growl, warning the other to keep his distance. He would not resort to mortal language, it would hardly have any effect. The only way to communicate with a feral creature was to become feral yourself.

He could only hope he could avoid a fight and find Gredal something to feed on. He doubted he would be so lucky.

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im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

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i don’t have rizz i have big doll eyes and many unsettling things to say

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Gredal sighs. His expression didn't really change. He pulled his hands away from Ameridan once he was sure he was all healed up. "I need you alive. Don't go dying on me." There was a desperation in his voice. Gredal was sure Ameridan was the only reason he'd kept it together this long, the idea of having to do this without him? Was sickening.

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Ameridan smiled tiredly, watching Gredal work his magic—he was hilarious—on his minor injuries. He couldn't be prouder of him...or more grateful that he was alive and unharmed.

"Yes, well, you'll have to deal with it. Nothing will be changing. You're the Inquisitor. You come first."

Gods, how'd they get the jump on their group? They shouldn't have been there. The scouts never said anyone was in the area, so how did they manage it?

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Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

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always thinking about the bois

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Gredal's eyebrow twitched. He hated that. He came first, people fighting for him, dying for him even. It all made his stomach turn. He took a deep breath.

"I'm going to go grey before I'm twenty because of all of this." Gredal didn't even feel like this was an over exaggeration. He was already finding grey hairs and picking them out. He had an appearance he had to keep up too. Another stresser.

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Ameridan smiled tiredly, watching Gredal work his magic—he was hilarious—on his minor injuries. He couldn't be prouder of him...or more grateful that he was alive and unharmed.

"Yes, well, you'll have to deal with it. Nothing will be changing. You're the Inquisitor. You come first."

Gods, how'd they get the jump on their group? They shouldn't have been there. The scouts never said anyone was in the area, so how did they manage it?

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“These bruises are worth it to make sure you’re safe.” -our boys @bushelofmuses

the violently protective sentence starters 

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 Gredal huffed, his brows wrinkled with worry, and a bit of frustration. Green light surrounding one of his hands, as he reaches forward with it. He runs it over Ameridan's injuries even though they are all pretty minor. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

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the violently protective … sentence starters  lots of mentions of violence and death throughout 

the protector 

“Of course I killed them. they hurt you.”

“They made you cry…? Where are they?”

“Don’t feel sorry for them, they deserved it.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be bothering you, again.”

“These bruises are worth it to make sure you’re safe.”

“Why would you want to protect them? They hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? No, don’t lie to me… who did this?”

“If they even step foot near you, again, I’ll take care of it…”

“No, they don’t deserve any mercy. Not after they hurt you.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to rip him/her/them apart for this.”

“Stop? Why? Don’t you want them to pay for what they did to you?”

the protected 

“Make them hurt for this… please.”

“Stop! Stop, don’t hurt him/her/them!”

“There. That’s the one who did this to me.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything, just let this be.”

“They made me bleed. Maybe you should return the favor.”

“I don’t want them dead, I just want them to leave me alone.”

“Why did you do this? Why…? I never asked you to fight them.”

“No, I don’t want you to fight them for me. It’s not that big a deal.”

“I don’t care what you do to them, just keep them away from me.”

“I’m not worth you risking your life for… for what? Getting even for me?”

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argumentative, confrontational dialogue … sentence starters

“Just open up. For once.”

“Oh my god, just grow up!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Stop it, you’re being childish!”

“I told you I’m fine, stop asking.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Don’t you owe me an explanation?”

“Why don’t you ever listen to anyone?”

“I’m so tired of listening to you lie, lie lie!”

“Stop, I don’t want to argue. Just let it go.”

“Stop talking down to me. I’ve had enough.”

“Why are you sneaking around here like that?”

“What made you think that any of this was ok?”

“Why… why would you say something like that?”

“Don’t tell me you’re happy. I can see you’re not.”

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do. Start talking.”

“You’re not perfect! Stop pretending that you are!”

“Why does everything have to be a fight with you?”

“Have you ever told the truth about anything, ever?”

“Talk to me. That’s all I want. Just talk to me, please!”

“Just keep your mouth shut for one second. Just one.”

“Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into you?”

“You expect me to believe you? After all you’ve done?”

“Can’t you just give it to me straight, for once in your life?”

“Tell me what’s been going on. I deserve that much from you.”

“Why are you always trying to stick your nose in my business?”

“You can’t keep secrets from everyone and expect them to trust you.”

“Something’s up with you, and I’m not letting you go until you tell me what it is.”

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i love when tinders like “you missed a match” and i just got done xing some military boy like NO i did NOT

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enemies to…. friends? allies??  … sentence starters

“Don’t touch me. You still make me sick.”

“Fine. Come with. Just stay out of my way.”

“I didn’t even need your help. You can go, now.”

“I didn’t want to admit it, but you were good in a fight.”

“Yeah, you’re funny. You’re also still a pain in my ass.”

“I think they lied to us. We aren’t that different, after all.”

“I hated you. I think I still hate you. But, I need your help.”

“If I have to rely on you for this, will I be able to trust you?”

“This doesn’t mean I like you. I still think you’re insufferable.”

“Is this what your friends always have to deal with? I pity them.”

“No, no, don’t you die, now, I just started being able to tolerate you!”

“You have a point. And that might be the scariest thing I’ve ever said.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. You still disgust me. But you can be useful.”

“Seriously? You’re gonna finally win me over, then go get hurt like that?”

“Maybe… okay, hear me out, maybe we do have something in common.”

“You think this puts us on good terms? You’re still the enemy. You were just convenient.”

“You’re a lot different than I thought you would be. Still not sure if that’s good or bad, yet.”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to change my mind, but now I’m thinking things I never would’ve.”

“Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me. Let’s get this mission over with, then never acknowledge my existence, again, got it?”