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𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on this meme have been taking from different media and sources. They all touch on the topics of romance, difficult and forbidden love, mostly setting in the political schemes of war and peace and royal court. Change names, locations and nouns and you see fit. Some lines might have foul language.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Could someone treat you badly and still love you? 

Even so, in the midst of this complicated love, there is a holy union.

Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.

I hated him now because I has loved him then.

 I'm not like you. I can't afford to be reckless.

When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?

Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I'm an heir to the fucking throne? 

You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family.

She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.

Your wish is my command, my queen.

You can always leave my service.

Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.

You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.

You are going to regret that, Your Magical Regalness.

Just because I am  a prince doesn’t make my life a fairy tale.

So kiss the others for all I care, but don’t hold back with me.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king.

 I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.

You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king.

Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.

There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.

You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.

We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.

...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.

I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man.

You're the most important person I've ever met.  And I should have never met you at all.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am.

It's almost impossible for those who have had an intimate relationship to return to a formal one.

I question if within you is any magic.

You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.

The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.

For kings, the world is extremely simplified: All men are subjects.

A king deserves reverence when being addressed.

Yes, she had abused her title and station before, but for minor stuff, not to steal a warship.

You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.

When God calls you into His Kingdom, your way of life will reflect royalty if you serve Him with loyalty.

My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.

You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.

I have to be seen to be believed.

Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.

That is your very own myth. The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.

I know that names have power. That is why I cannot let her forget hers. 

You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.

A bad king revels in his importance. A good one hates his office. 

Crowns belong to those that serve.

She was their witch queen, and they adored her.

Beatrice is going to be queen someday.

Kings are only kings because one ancestor was quicker than another to place a crown on his own head.

Queen, do not allow a commoner to dethrone you. Own that throne. You are royalty.

A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.

My mother once told me that everything is fuelled by either money or sex, because both lead to power.

Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.

She holds a nation’s fate within her shaking hands. She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.

My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?

Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky.

Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.

Climb up the family tree of any of them high enough and you’ll find a commoner who dared to take a chance.

Am I forbidden to do what all may do?

My arrival saved the kingdom, while his only reiterated that his blood would fill the throne one day.

Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?

So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them?

If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.

I’d decided that I was going to stop dressing like a princess and start dressing like a queen.

Don’t touch me. Don’t tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don’t. Don’t pretend you are falling in love with me. 

I know you are lying, and every word you say hurts even more. 

Before the wedding, and the bedding, when I will have to take you as my lord and husband?

I may not be a king or a queen, but I'll be damned if I'm not treated like royalty.

He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.

It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.

Men only treat women like princesses when they want to use them like prostitutes.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him.

Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.

To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

Only fools wait when their enemies are coming, to see if they may prove to be friends.

When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust.

I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for your touch.

And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons.

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The Phoenix #12 [ai]

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"We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?"

- Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann

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send ★ to pin my muse to the wall

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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*Blows the dust off this blog*

Is anyone still alive here?

I miss Clive

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AYOO

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「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」  * send anonymously or not. feedback is appreciated!

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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue  prompts  taken  from the script of  everything  everywhere  all  at  once  (2022),  directed  by  daniel  kwan  and  daniel  scheinert.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit. )

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ stop changing the subject. ❜

❛ every day i fight, i fight for all of us. ❜

❛ what are you doing? what is wrong? ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜

❛ we can make our own way. please, come with me. ❜

❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜

❛ i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. ❜

❛ i’m here because we need your help.❜

❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜

❛ all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. ❜

❛ i’m here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❜

❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜

❛ maybe we don't have a choice. ❜

❛ now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. ❜

❛ i... want to lie here. ❜

❛ how often do people literally die laughing? ❜

❛ my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? ❜

❛ we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. ❜

❛ how did i die? ❜

❛ i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. ❜

❛ what!? who wants me dead? ❜

❛ you’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. ❜

❛ maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. ❜

❛ i never said that. ❜

❛ you didn’t have to. it’s the way you look at me. ❜

❛ can’t you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? ❜

❛ i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. ❜

❛ shhh, you're not thinking straight. ❜

❛ what is worse than death? ❜

❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜

❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜

❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜

❛ if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. ❜

❛ do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! ❜

❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜

❛ you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. ❜

❛ you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. ❜

❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜

❛ how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? ❜

❛ the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. ❜

❛ i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. ❜

❛ i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. ❜

❛ i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. ❜

❛ just think happy thoughts. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ i'm the one you've been looking for. ❜

❛ i’m the one who will defeat you. ❜

❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜

❛ you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜

❛ before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? ❜

❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜

❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜

❛ i'm sorry about ruining everything, i– ❜

❛ we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. ❜

❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

❛ when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. ❜

❛ please! can we just stop fighting! ❜

❛ you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. ❜

❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜

❛ i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. ❜

❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜

❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜

❛ you aren’t unlovable. there is always something to love. ❜

❛ even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we’d all be very good with our feet! ❜

❛ in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. ❜

❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜

❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜

❛ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❜

❛ out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? ❜

❛ i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. ❜

❛ i will cherish these few specks of time. ❜

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✘ — ; The duties as Cid’s shadow were never-ending.  Even upon completing an entire day’s worth of tasks; the dawn brought forth plenty anew. Clive’s mornings were the most hectic because those who desired help had the decency to heed the rising of the moon. He was used to being bombarded – so very used to hardly taking a breath or remembering to enjoy a meal once in a while. He’d take on another request with a gentle smile etched across his visage; concealing the weariness of his soul. He shouldered his world of problems and carried plenty for the others as well.

Which is why, when night finally came the demands began to cease. Surrounded by the many he helped; showered with words of gratitude and praise – he raised a glass to the giant family he constantly fought to protect here at the hideout. They clapped and cheered – the sounds of their joyous wonder clawed away at his heavy heart. Clive shared a smile before excusing himself. Almost instinctively, Clive set his eyes upon his brother and walked over to him. A small nod to the head was given before Clive took a seat beside him.  

“I thought you were asleep Joshua.” He noted with a soft tone. He quickly put the cup on the table and took a glance at the merry people around him. Within moments, his younger brother broke the silence and Clive turned his attention back on Joshua. His inquiry about Cid forced the edges of his smile to dip just a tiny bit. There was always this lingering pang of regret whenever Clive thought about Cid.

For how he lived - and how he met his end.

“Cid?” He asked, mentally checking off a list of words. "When I first met him I thought he was a jester and a troublemaker; one way over his head. He was like a puzzle I couldn't understand no matter how many ways I turned the pieces." A snicker hummed at the back of his throat.

"The damn bastard led me into so many traps I swore to Great Gregor that it was deliberate on his part."

The lighthearted air tensed as Clive's head dipped, bowing in sorrow, guilt and mourning. The smile that had been etched across his visage disappeared and his tone deepened as he continued,

"Cid was...a hero the world didn't know they needed." He paused. "And he'd scoff at the gesture you know." He spoke with his hands, nodding his head in Joshua's direction as he thought over the answer some more. "If it weren't for him - well, Jill and I...we -" he cleared his throat. "We wouldn't be here, right now..."

"But beyond that; the man had a plan - no, it was more like a hidden plea; to make us all free men, equal under one sky. No more lords, slaves or crystals to bind us to. " Clive took a sip of his wine before swirling is crimson contents around in the cup.

"I only hope to live up to the expectations of him and everyone else around me."

@flamesofrebirths

It feels good to finally be able to share more moments like this with his brother. Joshua had missed him so much in the past years. He had become almost used to this loneliness, used to always be traveling. But the Hideaway feels PEACEFUL. It seems like a real home for everyone who's living there. Of course Clive managed to do that. Joshua has always admired his brother, and it's not going to stop anytime soon.

Joshua wishes they could truly take their time to talk about what they had been through in the past years, but unfortunately, with the threat of Ultima, they don't have as much time as they'd like. At least, they're together now. From this point, they're working together.

"Tell me, brother. How was Cid like ? It's a shame I never got to meet him." Everyone here talks so highly of this man.

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Just so you are aware, you are potentially writing with rp partners that write very problematic ships and themes. Just lil FYI

Hope this helps!

OutofChara; Oh damn. Really? You mean they're writing problematic ships and themes that are also part of the game/world/characters itself?

Those ones?

Not sure what game you played. But the FF16 I played had it all - TW; incest, genocide, slavery, racism, SA of various ages, murder, torture,kidnapping, starvation, poverty, abuse- etc, you name it and it was there.

So I am not sure why you feel inclined to moral police what people do ONLINE with FICTIONAL (this means fake/not real just FYI) characters especially when the source material already dished it out to us on a silver platter.

Please go fuck yourself.

Hope this helps! <3

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          there’s a storm within my heart           and F I R E in my veins           you will not best me           and I will not fall at your hand

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"i can't lose you again!"

✘ — ; It had been a job well done. Not only were the kidnapped children saved – but the band of thieves that had tried to traffic them were also brought to justice at the end of his blade. He was covered in dirt, wounds and bruises; his young body battered and exhausted.

But it was all worth it in the end, right?

He assumed the Archduke would welcome him with the bells of praise – commend his efforts with songs of glory from the others. But what greeted him was a suffocating embrace and a trembling voice that brushed against the rim of his ear,

“I can’t lose you again…”

At first it did not make sense to Clive; this sudden feeling of warmth encasing the cold of his body with a frame much bigger and stronger than his. It was foreign and inexplicable.

Did he do something to offend?

As he reflected upon the moments leading up to this one he remembered that there was never a moment of hesitation. Clive knew their efforts to find the dozen of missing children would go in vain unless something of sacrifice was put forth. The wolves’ den would never have been found if Clive did not use himself as bait. For a group so dishonorably hungry for wealth, he knew that the value his life carried in their eyes would diminish all sensibility. The price on his head was worth far more than all of the children they kidnapped combined. He had been roughed up and treated as less than human. He was even left without a weapon to defend himself with. Yet, he was never afraid. Through their intimidations and ugly promises – Clive only had one thought in mind; and that was to save those innocent souls.

When he was thrown into the mix of them – he noticed that some of the children were bearers mixed with ones from prominent families. He swallowed down quietly, the despicable truth that crawled into the back of his mind; if it had only been children of the curse this rescue mission never would have made the light of day.

As dawn broke, Clive swiftly killed a few guards with their own blades and led the children to freedom as he covered himself in blood and smoke. He set the place ablaze and marched on. The dangers were never ending – monsters preyed upon the lingering smell of all the bloodshed he had caused behind him.

As the twilight drew near, Clive finally reached familiar grounds; finding comfort and relief upon seeing the banner of the phoenix. He urged the children onwards, promising that they were now safe before collapsing on his knees, finally able to breathe in an air of reprieve.

He didn’t care how he looked in front of all of his father’s men – he felt their eyes burning upon his form. It wasn’t until he heard his father's voice did Clive snap back into reality, separating himself from his cogitations that dreamt of sleep and comfort. Quickly, he raised his head and barely stood on his own two feet. He stumbled a bit at first before finding his footing. He stared with such a nameless expression as he expected a greeting of accolades. 

His dominant-less son as finally proven his worth, right?

Yet, as his father tightly hugged him, Clive’s body tensed. It wasn’t until he spoke that the young man eased into his touch. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming weight press against his eyelids, tickling his head as if all the energy left behind in the wake of his adrenaline was being drained. Clive closed his eyes and buried his face into his father’s shoulders with a small smile of relief etched upon rose colored lips just before his knees gave out and the darkness of sleep took him.

@phoenix-flamed

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❝ they told me to watch you. ❞

✘ — ; Although it ached against the bones of his chest – Clive couldn’t help but chuckle in response.  “Did they now?” He groaned with a lighthearted tone. He felt a tad bit foolish, having been caught trying to get out of bed by his younger brother. They all knew him too well; a workaholic who had more wounds and scars than hours in a day.  Joshua’s mere presence forced him to retreat from his prior endeavors; he kicked his feet up and rested his back on the mattress.  There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t sore. His muscles felt as though they were on fire; raging with the pyre of the battles from the dawn.

Yet, the brisk night air seeping through the open window did little to alleviate him. He glanced for a moment, as he finally allowed his head fall deeply on the pillow – at the moon above.

Its soft silvery light kissed his exposed bruised skin; accentuating the curves of his every muscle and scars alike. For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He never noticed how exhausted he truly was until he finally allowed himself to be. His blade lingered upon his fingertips, the shape of its hilt was so easy to imagine. It had become an extension of himself and now with it gone and away, it felt as though he had lost a limb. He brought his empty palm before him and opened his eyes to stare. At first, he observed the many calluses etched upon hardened skin. But then Clive felt the trembling spell of fire claw away at the numbness of his bare digits.

Tightly, he clasped his hand closed and turned his attention to the white bandages wrapped around his bare body before looking at Joshua. Despite his unbecoming appearance as the young man’s sworn shield, Clive couldn’t help but smile seeing him.  

“I pray you did not trouble yourself too much with tending to your older brother’s wounds?” He hoped knowing he did so in vain.

@flamesewn

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I know I can’t protect you for ever, but I promise I’ll try

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