#role play prompt

[doequccn]

Hazbin Hotel Lyrics (part two)

I couldn't find anything on tumblr, so i decided to make my own little meme; the following are lyrics from hazbin hotel songs that can work well with dialogue / interactions - feel free to change pronouns as needed!

IT STARTS WITH SORRY

❛ It starts with sorry. ❜   ❛ That's your foot in the door. ❜   ❛ Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? ❜   ❛ Can't we just kill him? ❜   ❛ That's an option you can choose. ❜ 

RESPECTLESS

❛ You better show some respect. ❜  ❛ Check your behaviour. ❜   ❛ I'm not the one who needs a new attitude. ❜   ❛ Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #bitch. ❜   ❛ Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right. ❜   ❛ I could eat you for breakfast. ❜  ❛ Oops! Did I strike a nerve? ❜ 

WHATEVER IT TAKES

❛ What weighs on your soul, old friend? ❜   ❛ Why not let your strength be known? ❜   ❛ I had to act. ❜   ❛ I'll keep you safe and keep this secret. ❜   ❛ You made me feel like a stranger. ❜  ❛ It felt so good to be understood. ❜  ❛ I'll spend my life being your partner. ❜   ❛ I know I can't replace you. ❜   ❛ I'll do anything to save you. ❜   ❛ I will try to make your dreams come true. ❜   ❛ I'll be your keeper. ❜  

POISON

❛ Another one of those ruthless nights. ❜   ❛ I shoulda guessed that this would happen. ❜   ❛ What's the worst part of this hell? ❜   ❛ I can only blame myself. ❜   ❛ I know your poison. ❜  ❛ Every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow. ❜  ❛ I got so good at telling you what you want to hear. ❜   ❛ Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow. ❜  ❛ Wish I had something to live for tomorrow. ❜ 

[crycaster-rp-zone]

Sith Obi-Wan!

Dying for a Sith Obi wan for my Cody. He's in bad condition in this prompt, suffered torture at who knows whose hands. That's where Obi comes in. I've left a lot of background information out of this because there are a few different ways this could go!

They could be on the same side, where when the General fell, his Commander and the 212th went with him. He could have finally located him and this is a rescue mission. They could be on opposite sides of the war, Cody still with the Republic and fighting against the Separatists and Obi wan could have been Dooku's apprentice. Obi could be the next one sent in to get information from the man, deciding to go at it in a different direction. The original captors could have found him too much to deal with and have taken to selling him to the highest bidder, who happens to be the Sith. Hell the man could be there to wipe out the original captors and Cody could be a particularly interesting treat he decides to keep.

Prompt under the cut. Drop me a message if you want to rp this. Either through Tumblr messages or Discord.

The creak of the cage door sets Cody's teeth on edge. No. It's been too soon. They can't be back already. The cycle-

Who was he kidding. He lost track of cycles a long time ago. That's what happens when you're repeatedly tortured and beaten for information for hours upon hours and locked back up in the same four walled box with no light or way to tell time. Based purely on when they elect to give him food, he'd guess he's been here a few weeks. The ache in his side swears it's longer.

CC-2224. That's all they've been able to get out of him no matter what they bruise, what they break. His last particular round of personal hell resulted in what he can only describe as a fractured shoulder and a broken ankle. With the attention one of his captors likes paying to his face, he's certain his nose is going to have to be rebroke when he finally gets back to his Vod. Well If.

He doesn't have the energy to push himself up or scramble back. Lying on the floor of this dingy cell, forehead against the steel and every inch of his body hurt. Footsteps approach him slowly and all he can do is clench his fist and prepare for the worst. They don't often meander unless they're planning something particularly sinister. Boots stop in front of him, shiny and polished to a ridiculous degree.

Cody's forced to lift his head, a gloved hand holding his chain like a leash causing the metal collar to dig into his neck. Harsh breaths are all he can manage as he drags his eyes up, one of them stuck shut with dried blood he hadn't managed to wipe off. He's met with a pair of eyes of liquid gold. Sith eyes. The sith in question tilts his head and flashes his teeth.

"Hello there."

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Homme Fatale

Noun. homme fatal (plural hommes fatals) An ultimately seductive and dangerous man; a womanizer.

On a bit of a Film Noir kick right now, so blame that

Imagine, if you will:

Danny, a private eye in Gotham, ever the hard boiled detective, sitting in his dark office, drinking coffee you could use to tar a roof. The office isn't in a good neighborhood but rent still ain't cheap. He's fixing to get a new case on his desk soon

Enter one Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprizes. He walked in shirt unbuttoned dangerously low in a suit sharp enough to cut yourself on and bags under his eyes to large to be counted as carry on. Mr. Drake has a job for him, one he wants to keep quite, and one important enough that he's willing to add a couple zeros to Danny's usual rate. This job is a dream come true... almost too good to be true...

or

Tim Drake aka Red Robin(yummm) needs plausible deniability on a case tied to his civilian identity and so hires a PI and lays down a trail of clues for him. All the while playing up the Noir tropes to flirt with the cute detective.

why doesn't he just take care of it as Red Robin? Shhhhh... the detective is cute and he's having too much fun playing the homme fatale

Bonus: Immediately after wrapping up Tim's case Kon walks into Danny's office dolled up in a vintage dress, period appropriate makeup done, all to play the part of the Femme Fatale and do the exact same thing Tim did. Does he know Tim literally just did that? Maybe, maybe not

[melamemea]

friendly reminder that characters' chemistry comes from communication between the authors. you can't expect to gain the same chemistry as another author unless you communicate, and even then, it cannot be guaranteed. chemistry between characters is dynamic and cannot be expected to appear in the same way for every character.

[astronomodome]

NEED zedaph villain arc

[kisskissgotohell]

1 minute into the guardian drama: i recognize a lot of these intro scenes from the novel! i guess they didn't make *that* many plot changes

2 minutes into the guardian drama: THE GHOSTS FROM HELL ARE SPACE ALIENS????????

[stolasgoetia-alt]

I like to hoard my concepts in the hopes I’ll eventually act on them but that likely won’t happen so here. Please credit if you make something of it, I’d love to see.

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Angel Dust is the next to get redeemed to Heaven. No one expects it, he himself least of all. He’s reluctant to adjusting to life as it is in Heaven. Despite Charlie’s efforts to redeem him, he’s always known the end goal wasn’t exactly his scene, and this is proved to him as he’s shown around the pearly gates. He doesn’t even know what to do up there, or what he can do- it’s so different from the life he’s used to. It’s recommended to him that he meets up with family members he might have not seen in years. He glowers. He knows none of his mafia family members made it to heaven. Except for…

Molly. And he runs into her. He didn’t expect it, but he gets emotional. He didn’t realize fully how he missed her. There’s so much he wants to say and so little he’s proud to share, but before he can say a word he’s cut off by a “I’m sorry, who are you?”

What, did you think the eternally enthusiastic and squeaky clean innocent people of Heaven would remember their missing loved ones, their loved ones that had been damned? They can’t.

This sets Angel in motion. He’s getting out of here. There’s nothing for him here anyway. He thinks of the austere, pristine environment. The hush around the mildest curse word. And he puts into action a strange plan that just might work. He’s going to “sin” his way back to Hell.

I’d imagine his spree is disruptive but not deadly, and more violent than sexual in terms of what ‘sinful behavior’ he goes for. Breaking windows, looting, mild arson, spreading drugs and alcohol among the angels, making the uptight faint from the most childish of curse words and cackling all the way.

Pentious catches wind of Angel’s new course of action and takes it as his responsibility, having been redeemed before Angel, to right Angel’s wrongs. Pentious doesn’t know what Angel is aiming to do and just sees chaos rising. Pentious can’t lie that the chaos still is tempting for him, but, being so dramatic in his dedication to his new role, he does just as Charlie taught him and apologizes furiously as he races along always a few steps behind Angel. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY” -as if very earnestly patting little kiddie bandaids on gaping wounds.

After some time of this Angel does get what he wants and is sent back to Hell.

But the damage he accomplished in Heaven is lasting, and not in the way you might think. The people of heaven are remembering or being introduced to their vices thanks to the reintroduction of sex, violence, drugs and alcohol to their society among many other things. And before the seraphim could even hope to ease everyone, the people of heaven have slipped into completely neutral ways of life - leading into turmoil over what can truly be called a sin or something that makes one worthy of hell.

Because if half the things they used to penalize for are still sins, they now have to send almost the entirety of heaven down.

[doequccn]

FATE GRAND ORDER DIALOGUE: SABER VER. PART ONE.

❛ Give it everything you’ve got.. ❜    ❛ Stay calm.  We mustn’t be careless.. ❜    ❛ You’re not getting away! ❜    ❛ I cannot break my (knightly) vow. ❜     ❛ I hope I can live up to your expectations. ❜     ❛ I’ve dreamed about it sometimes.  What kind of a life I’d have lived if it hadn’t happened. ❜ ❛ You’ll get used to him sooner or later though.. ❜     ❛ I can’t think of anything I hate  … ❜     ❛ I’ll crush you. ❜     ❛ There’s no need to hold back anymore. ❜     ❛ Why the long face?  ❜     ❛ You know the fate that awaits, don’t you? ❜     ❛ I bear no shame. ❜     ❛ That fool went out for wool and came home shorn. ❜     ❛ I’m hungry. Make something. I’ll eat anything. ❜     ❛ When you kneel before your enemy, I shall have your head. ❜     ❛ Until then, you can trust me. ❜     ❛ I can’t stand seeing someone frail of mind or body. ❜     ❛ I accept your challenge! ❜     ❛ I won’t … die here … ❜     ❛ Please care for your wounds. ❜     ❛ That’s why it feels like I just gained a friend. ❜     ❛ Behold my talent and listen to the thunderous applause! ❜     ❛ It’s never enough! Praise me more! ❜     ❛ I am beyond genius,  if I do say so myself! ❜     ❛ I just need them to be beautiful. ❜     ❛ There sure is a lot of tension in your voice. ❜     ❛ I want you to keep saying my name,  and I want you to depend on me the most. ❜     ❛ You know I can’t hold your hand forever,  don’t you? ❜     ❛ I feel complete. ❜     ❛ I’ll be damned if I’m going to go down without a fight! ❜     ❛ The flower festival has ended. ❜     ❛ I’m sure we’ll meet again.  ❜     ❛ The tables have truly turned! ❜     ❛ As you can see, I am athletically gifted as well! ❜     ❛ Do you like this dress? ❜     ❛ One must dress appropriately if they are to host a banquet. ❜     ❛ Are you enchanted by my looks? ❜     ❛ Let us drink with wild adandon! ❜     ❛ Let me give you some affection. ❜ ❛ A flower lives only briefly. ❜     ❛ I’ll try not to bore you. ❜     ❛ I regret nothing. ❜     ❛ Don’t be discouraged. ❜     ❛ I trust you with my back. ❜     ❛ Even if you were to stab me in the back, I don’t think I could begrudge you for it. I have never had as much faith in anybody as I have in you. ❜     ❛ My heart aches with regret. ❜     ❛ I try to stay true to myself. ❜     ❛ So what’ll it be?  Are we heading to the event? ❜     ❛ I have come in response to your summons. ❜     ❛ Glasses are truly wonderful! ❜

[musicalgifs]

i think amy adams could play jenna in a waitress movie musical

[upon-blades-twilight]

✒️ Send me a line from your favourite poetry and I shall make a starter out of it.

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2024

Day 18 - Hackneyed

With a curious expression A’viloh looked up to the giant statue of some saint in the middle of the plaza. It was beautifully crafted from a block of white stone and depitected a knight wearing cloak and armour. His face was hidden by a helmet.

“Don’t you think they all look the same somehow?”

“A bit. I assume this whole heroically fighting against the dragons story can get a little overused and repetitive in 1000 years…”, Rael offered and turned their attention to the statue in front of them too.

The Miqo’te furrowed his brows.

“But don’t you think each of them must have been a lot more individual than that with their own dreams and hopes? It doesn’t seem fair that they all look the same, their faces hidden by a mask…”

Somehow the idea of having all their stories reduced to almost identical, grey, expressionless faces of stone was a sad one. But Rael assumed that this was what time did to memories sometimes, once no one was left to remember their faces or how things had actuall happened.

“Maybe if our plan works, they one day built one of these for you or me too. The ears should be recognisable at least…”, Rael joked in an attempt to brighten the mood. “Saint A’viloh - he bravely fought against the dragon brood on the Steps of Faith and brought peace to Ishgard…”

But imagining that seemed to make A’viloh even more thoughtful. “I’m not sure I want to fight against the dragons. Vishap was already terrifying, can you imagine how horrible the great wyrms must be? Besides, don’t all saints die some horrible and painful death?”

“True…”, Rael mused. “But even though Iceheart may have a point, I don’t think this conflict can just be ended as easily as everybody seems to hope right now…”

“But aren’t they all tired of fighting by now? Isn’t all this talk of holy wars and heresy getting old?”, A’viloh asked and looked distressed, like he himself was already tired of it.

The Viera sighed and remembered their kins hatred for the Garleans. The conflict for Golmore was by far not that old yet as this war but had already produced so much bloodshed too.

“It’s not that easy, A’vi. A thousand years are a long time. One cruelty avenged by another and another and another. The Ishgardians? They were born and raised in this war, it’s everything they know. And the dragons? You heard Midgardsormr. They live long enough to remember all of this bloody war… It doesn’t matter anymore who was right in the first place. Neither of them are just going to give up and admit they were wrong. Both sides feel justified in their hate and this will make it difficult to find a peaceful solution…”

For a moment A’viloh was quiet, silently contemplating what Rael had said.

“But what can we do about this at all?”

“I don’t know. But you heard what Thordan said. And if the Ascians are involved behind the scenes, we can’t just ignore this. I have no perfect answer for solving this conflict but neither does Iceheart or Aymeric or anybody else… But we have to try anyway. Maybe together we can find a solution…”

[melamemea]

❤️ i'm okay with dropping ships. to me, dropping ships does not equal no longer interested in writing other things. no longer feeling a romantic ship ? tell me ! let's start over ! there are so many other relations we can build up instead ! dropping a ship with me does not mean i will think badly of you, sometimes we lose muse for ships and that's okay ! ❤️

[sadcatjae]

Whumperee trope that I love: hurting others to save them.

Whumper hurts whumpee because if they get too close, whumpee will suffer terrible consequences. Or maybe whumpee is being threatened without their knowledge and only whumper allying with the enemy is keeping them alive.

Whumpee ends up loathing whumper and casting them as their nemesis, but whumper can't tell them it's all a lie, that they are acting so evil to protect them. All they can do is be despicable and play the villain because if they don't, and they fail to protect whumpee, they could never live with themselves.

[dhr-dump]

One night, Potter arrives at the Manor, his anger evident, and Draco can only imagine why. He was just thankful that he didn’t jinx him on sight, given his set of skills as an Auror, given what had happened between him and Hermione. Due diligence, he guessed.

“Why are you doing this, Malfoy?”

His first words to him, fuming.

Meanwhile, he can only pretend.

“Please, Potter, I don’t need you coddling me.”

“I’m here for Hermione. And you hurt her.”

He flinches. He knows why he’s here, of course. He’d hurt her when she was the one who confessed first. He’d hurt her when he didn’t respond to her feelings. When he only stared at her. When he only retreated.

“Probably better now rather than prolonging it.”

Potter pulls him by the shoulder a bit too hard.

“What are you doing? You’re in love with her!”

Draco tries so hard not to lose the walls in his mind.

“I never said that.”

“I can see it in your eyes, Malfoy.”

He almost laughs, but there is only the unease in his breath. He seethes instead.

“There’s nothing in my eyes. Do you see images of her anywhere? What the fuck have you been drinking—”

“Arsehole! It’s when you’re with her, you’re happier.”

Draco blinks, then sighs when he looks down at his feet. He knows that. There's no need to tell him that.

“Why, Malfoy?”

Draco smiles, the saddest one he could muster.

“It’s because I don’t deserve her, Potter,” he says, shrugging Potter’s hand off his shoulder. “She deserves someone better.”

When Potter leaves the Manor, Draco pretends not to hear his last words to him.

“You’ve been better than you were, Malfoy. I just hope you see that.”

I just hope you see that, her voice echoes in his mind instead of Potter’s, and it accompanies him in his dreams until he sees her again.

[vexsprompts]

♥️     𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥     𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3     [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]    ♥️

part three of my favorite jams on repeats ! feel free to alter/change as needed for use ofc ! the goal is always to have fun !  ♥️

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❝   Wake me from this nightmare I live in (. / !) ❞ ❝   Something inside of me keeps giving up.  ❞ ❝   Was the sober me not good enough (? / ?!) ❞ ❝   I've spent too many years in this house of pain (. / !)  ❞ ❝   When I dream, I can see the end. ❞ ❝   I fear I'm not enough or I'm too much.  ❞ ❝   Thank God I know the road back home.  ❞ ❝   Some things you can't replace (. / !) ❞ ❝   At best, you're a parasite (. / !) ❞ ❝   I feel the fear and loathing constantly (. / !)  ❞ ❝   I've lost control, save me (. / !) ❞ ❝   Fight me, now (. / !) ❞ ❝   I'm crossing out the (man/woman/person) that I've become (. / !) ❞ ❝   You'll reap what you sow (. / !) ❞ ❝   You can't save save your soul. ❞ ❝   Will we ever love again? ❞ ❝   It's never too late (. / !) ❞ ❝   Maybe things are not so different. ❞ ❝   There's no one else (. / !) ❞ ❝   I thought we were friends (. / !) ❞ ❝   I'm lost inside my head (. / !) ❞ ❝   It's like there's water in my lungs (. / !) ❞ ❝   I cannot live inside my mind (. / !) ❞ ❝   They're coming after me (. / ! / ?) ❞ ❝   You better get ready to run (. / !) ❞ ❝   Thank you for being so kind. ❞ ❝   We look good together. ❞

[tonguetiedraven]

Tiny Pirate Lewin Light for the Ao No Summer 2023 Summer prompt list hosted by RinsEveryDay!