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square enix better give us more details about eutrope's and retsarra's relationship, because this woman dropped off the face of the earth to find a cure for the man she loves and her friends in the heavyweight division.

i want a carefully tailored montage of retsarra lying awake late at night, staring at the ceiling and pining hopelessly after eutrope. walking away from a wicked thunder billboard and throwing a whistful look over his shoulder. awkardly shrugging off podcasters' and fans' questions about her. unable to escape her larger-than-life presence in the face of her absence.

i want that catboy to realize that you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.™

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Alphinaud

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⓻ Reno

".... Ah." No. No, Ruluf really didn't - in another life, Reno might have ended up there too, if he hadn't been taken off the streets before he'd ever gotten old enough to be attractive to such a disgusting man. They both knew more than well enough what that meant - and that Reno would never judge him for it. He'd never been the sort to judge anyone for what they had to do to survive. (After all, his own past would have stared back at him with that sickly mako green glow that burned in his veins every time he would do what only he could.)

The chair wobbled then under Reno, his eyes widening for a moment before he hurriedly shifted his weight, expertly riding the thing back down onto four legs with a skilled roll of his hips. Panting softly, he ran a hand through his hair before offering a smile. "Hey, someone has't keep Tseng on his toes," he chirped back, grinning widely, as though to offer himself up to Ruluf on a silver platter. "And Rude. And 'lena. And anyone else dumb enough t' think I'm cute."

"..."

Ruluf once again fell silent. "I worked for the Don, before joining the Turks. I don't think I need to explain or divulge the implications of what that means," it was a point of time in his life which he felt the most disgust and self-hated at himself, the fact he'd sink that low to aligning himself with such a disgusting man.

The slums, however, were unkind. One did what one had to do in order to survive. Even if it meant dirtying one's own hands for a mere chance at food.

He blinks ever so slowly, as though an eternity had passed within that second.

"Crazy shit is reserved for you," Ruluf quips, the faintest trace of a smile forms. "It's better to be suspicious of everyone, and keeping eyes peeled when in unknown territory."

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Tease my muse about any crushes they have/you think they might have!

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Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

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In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?  : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

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screeching softly as i realize that dragon city can just exist in hsr and that's entirely free-

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Death of a Bachelor starters

VICTORIOUS.

‘ tonight we are victorious. ’ ‘ all my friends were glorious. ’ ‘ let me be your killer king. ’ ‘ it hurts until it stops. ’ ‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’ ‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’ ‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’ ‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’ ‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’ ‘ I taste like magic. ’ ‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’ ‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’

DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’ ‘ who are these people ? ’ ‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’ ‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’ ‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’ ‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’ ‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’ ‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’ ‘ this night is heating up. ’ ‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’ ‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’ ‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’ ‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’ ‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’ ‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’ ‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’

HALLELUJAH.

‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’ ‘ Show praise with your body. ’ ‘ Say your prayers. ’ ‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’ ‘ the time for being sad is  over. ’ ‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’ ‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’ ‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’ ‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’ ‘ just finished a daydream. ’ ‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’ ‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’ ‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.

‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’ ‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’ ‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’ ‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’ ‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’ ‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’ ‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’ ‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’ ‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’ ‘ so close, I can taste it. ’ ‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’ ‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’ ‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’

DEATH OF A BACHELOR.

‘ do I look lonely ? ’ ‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’ ‘ maybe I lost weight. ’ ‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’ ‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’ ‘ how could I ask for more ? ’ ‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’ ‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’ ‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’ ‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’

CRAZY=GENIUS.

‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’ ‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’ ‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’ ‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’ ‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’ ‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’ ‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’ ‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’ ‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’ ‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’ ‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’

LA DEVOTEE.

‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’ ‘ just another LA devotee. ’ ‘ I couldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’

GOLDEN DAYS.

‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’ ‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’ ‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’ ‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’ ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’ ‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’ ‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’ ‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.

‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’ ‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’ ‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’ ‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’ ‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’ ‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’ ‘ I got the final judgement. ’ ‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’ ‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’ ‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’

HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’ ‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’ ‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’ ‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’ ‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’ ‘ you were just too kind. ’ ‘ I was too young to know. ’ ‘ that’s all that really matters. ’ ‘ I was a fool. ’ ‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’ ‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’ ‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’

IMPOSSIBLE YEAR.

‘ there’s no sunshine. ’ ‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’ ‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’

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meet 🦓 wicked thunder (eutrope)

    ⑭ final fantasy xiv

Full Name - Eutrope Age - 28 Species - miqo'te (turali-alexandrian mix) Pronouns - she/her pronouns (cisgender) Sexuality - bisexual heteroromantic

wielding both magic and machina, she's a witch for a new age, the wonderous wicked thunder! once the dark horse champion of the arcadion's heavy-weight division, eutrope's fighting career came to a screeching halt the day she found out she and the other fighters had all developed psychokinesis, a condition where the body begins to reject the soul - and one that the arcadion knowingly inflicted upon its fighters. in the wake of such a discovery, she had disappeared, fleeing for her life from a system that would kill her to keep the truth under wraps, but with a potential cure on the horizon, she now returns with a vengeance, willing to risk everything not to save herself but to save her sister yaana and her boyfriend retsarra from the same fate.

Content Warnings - Terminal illness + Chronic Disease (her body is rejecting her soul), Parentification, Bodily Injury (she's basically a WWE fighter), Furry-adjacent (what else am I supposed to call her feral soul self-) Shipping Disclosures - By default, Eutrope is almost always going to be some degree of in love with Retsarra (since after all, her canon does seem to be operating based on it), but I have no problem playing that as a doomed/ended relationship for a Retsarra who isn't interested in that dynamic or another character who she ends up falling for instead.

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Thunder Will Fall (Base) - after years of hiding, having to live in secret far from her loved ones, eutrope finally makes her move: throwing everything she and the levinsteed have to bear against the new challenger, so she can steal their soul and use it to strengthen her own. against all expectations, however, her failure only serves to give new hope to her fate, a chance for herself and all the other fighters to get out, while they still can, and heal, so long as they can escape the arcadion without playing right along with the president's script...

Lightning Will Strike (Past) - young and with something to prove, the new challenger to the arcadion has armed herself with the levinsteed, a powerful feral soul that offers her the chance to not only climb her way out of near-poverty with her two sisters but into the greatness that comes with being crowned champion. the only things standing in her way? the other opponents, all bigger and stronger than she is, but if she can just manage to find the right keyfabe, she might just be able to climb the ranks...

Dares to Dream (AU) - in the wake of discovering her diagnosis and the complacency of the arcadion in her condition, eutrope flees everkeep, only to find herself in a strange new world, the one her parents used to tell her of when she was a miqitten. determined to find a cure for psychokinesis, eutrope throws herself into this strange new world, full of garleans and ascians and primals, armed with the levinsteed and the knowledge that if she fails, no one from her world will stand a chance against what is to come...

Some Foresake Longevity (LaDS) - once a well-known professional fighter known for her mastery of her electrokinesis evol, eutrope was forced to flee the glitz and glamour of linkon's fighting circuit after discovering that ever had been experimenting on her and the other fighters by infusing them with protocores. now trying to piece herself back together, she survives as a mercenary in the n109 zone, waiting for the day that she'll finally have enough influence and favors to be able to challenge ever and find a cure for the sickness inside her (and the visions of running among the lightning she sees every time she dreams).

Then Fade to Dust (LaDS) - long ago, in a past life she only barely remembers, eutrope was a being crafted from pure lightning, fashioned to be the faithful steed of a lesser god of thunder. she would carry out this duty well, even after the death of her god, and cast her fate in with other divine familiars, right up until the day that their worshippers began to whisper that the fate of the gods was no mere coincidence and turned on the familiars, binding them in chains and stripping them of their divinity until one by one, they fell, reduced to little more than the feral beasts they had once been and falling upon each other to undo what had once been done...

Stunning with the Light (Arknights) - well-renowned in the arenas of kazimierz, eutrope was a famous face among the tournaments, the melee arts guard decimating much larger and stronger opponents effortlessly with the powerful arts she would channel into the sword blade she would craft from her own armor. however, it would be this prowess that would ultimately doom the kuranta, as she would be intentionally infected with oripathy to halt her rise and force her to flee the arena rather than continue her crusade and risk the lives of her family and her fellow fighters - but she would not forget, vowing to one day return, for them...

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Recommend to me who I should be RPing with - your favorite partner, a person who’s writing you think would compliment mine, a pairing you want to see happen.

Do it on anon, or do it off anon. Recommend yourself, or someone else.

Just let me know - who should I be RPing with?

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me: we're probably not gonna do a bunch of verses for ayn's variants since they kind of are their own verses-

me, not even 24 hours later: okay but ff7 verse for dragon city ayn

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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The Lion King: Sentence Starters

❛   Life’s not fair, is it?  ❜ ❛   And you.. shall never see the light of another day.  ❜ ❛   Oh, I shall practice my curtsy.  ❜ ❛   I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool.  ❜ ❛   Don’t turn your back on me.  ❜ ❛   I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.  ❜ ❛   There’s one in every family. Two in mine, actually.  ❜ ❛   He’d make a very handsome throw rug.  ❜ ❛   And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him.  ❜ ❛   Let an old pro show you how it’s done.  ❜ ❛   This is so humiliating.  ❜ ❛   I despise guessing games.  ❜ ❛   Oh, goodie.  ❜ ❛   Yes, well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.  ❜ ❛   Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all.  ❜ ❛   I’m kind'of in the middle of a bath.  ❜ ❛   One day, you two are going to be married.  ❜ ❛   With an attitude like that, I’m afraid you’re shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king/queen indeed.  ❜ ❛   Right now, we are all in very real danger.  ❜ ❛   Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.  ❜ ❛   Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?  ❜ ❛   Hey, did we order this dinner to go? .. ‘Cause there it goes.  ❜ ❛   Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?  ❜ ❛   I thought you were very brave.  ❜ ❛   You could have been killed.  ❜ ❛   I’m only brave when I have to be.  ❜ ❛   I thought I might lose you.  ❜ ❛   No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain!  ❜ ❛   Oh, it’s just you. I was afraid it was somebody important.  ❜ ❛   I just hear that name and I shudder.  ❜ ❛   I’m surrounded by idiots.  ❜ ❛   Who needs a king/queen?  ❜ ❛   If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised.  ❜ ❛   You are such a naughty boy.  ❜ ❛   Long live the king/queen.  ❜ ❛   You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.  ❜ ❛   Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself.  ❜ ❛   When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.  ❜ ❛   If you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us.  ❜ ❛   You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?  ❜ ❛   Oh, do lighten up.  ❜ ❛   Why am I not loved?  ❜ ❛   Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  ❜ ❛   Then you have sentenced us to death.  ❜ ❛   Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you, but she wants to eat him, and everybody’s okay with this?  ❜ ❛   I really missed you.  ❜ ❛   You know, you’re starting to sound like my father/mother.  ❜ ❛   You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?  ❜ ❛   Would you stop following me? Who are you?  ❜ ❛   I’m not the one who’s confused. You don’t even know who you are!  ❜ ❛   The past can hurt, but from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.  ❜ ❛   Remember who you are.  ❜ ❛   Carnivores, ugh!  ❜ ❛   This is my kingdom. If I don’t fight for it, who will?  ❜ ❛   What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?  ❜ ❛   If it weren’t for you he/she would still be alive. It’s your fault he/she’s dead.  ❜ ❛   You don’t deserve to live!  ❜

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meet 🍰🐉 president ayn alwyn (dragon city variant)

    ⚶ lovebrush chronicles

Full Name - Ayn Alwyn Age - 28 Species - human paragon Pronouns - he/him (cisgender) Sexuality - demi-homosexual biromantic

hailing from a bad end, where humanity lost to a conquering alien empire whose survival depends on hollowing out worlds to harvest emotions until they're fit only for destruction, president ayn alwyn serves as the last line of defense between humanity and the invading outsiders - a thankless task that has long hardened him to a cold, aloof man who wields power and force to ensure that his people survive in the face of a might they're unable to remotely comprehend (and if, behind the scenes, he still carefully stokes the fires of rebellion, yearning for the day they burst once more into flame, well, that's no one's business but his own and that of the face that mocks him from the holoscreens, his missing partner-in-crime, the little painter from another world who was taken back by the very people she once tried to fight).

Content Warnings - Alien Invasion + Technological Dystopia (he's from a bad ending), Blackmail + Extortion + Ruthless Behavior, Survivor's Guilt + Grief/Mourning, Character Death (not his own)Shipping Disclosures - I'll be honest in that, as feral as I am to have a good ship with the Dragon City variant of Ayn, he's also probably going to be one of the hardest to ship with, simply because I usually run with that he's living in denial about his relationship with the MC being doomed right up until he's confronted with the reality that she's not coming back. Chemistry is really important for him, and I'd love to find someone interested in a slower burn that builds up over time, since he's just not really one for one-night stands or opening up to people he's not already comfortable with. Additional Note - Lovebrush Chronicles is a game with a canonical multiverse, so much of the work that would ordinarily be done with verses is instead handled via variant counterparts. This is why there is only one headcanon tag despite that I do separate out his variants (which also will limit the verses for individual variants). If something doesn't fit setting-wise for a potential crossover, one of the others is likely to be more helpful (and if not, just nudge me, I'm always happy to gush about my niche little otome game).

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Dragon City (Base) - in the wake of humanity's defeat at the hands of alien invaders, ayn serves as the disaffected, aloof, cold-hearted president of dragon city, a cyberpunk dystopia that serves as the last bastion of the human race, ruled by greedy businessmen and mind-numbing addicting virtual reality games that hold the people's attention captive and harvest their emotions as tribute to the conquering race. beneath the surface of pragmatism, however, lurks a soul desperate to spark a rebellion once more, working from the shadows to engineer this truth to become a reality, not only for his people but for the real, long-captive counterpart of the android "bodyguard" at his side.

↳ Note - This verse is compatible with Honkai: Star Rail, with Dragon City operating as the civilization on one of the planets that has been claimed by the Infinite Empire, an aggressively militaristic people whose lives are unnaturally prolonged via harvesting the emotions of the planets they conquer and hollow out. (Naturally, most of the more advanced civilizations/groups try to avoid interacting with the Infinite Empire, as they are notoriously duplicitous and deceitful, but with their technological might and the preternatural abilities of their over-empathetic possible-future-time-hopping "Travelers", there are few who can hope to challenge them and live to tell the tale.)

Modern (Past) - before the invasion and humanity's defeat, ayn wasn't the ruthless leader he is but instead a standoffish, "lone wolf" of a music student. presenting as cold and aloof, in truth, the heir to the alwyn crime empire has rejected his birthright to instead pursue his passions in piano and video games, unaware of his true nature as a paragon (one whose soul is primed to rise to the occasion whenever a threat materializes to destabilize a world).

Final Fantasy VII (Adapted Verse) - shinra general electric company may have long since taken over midgar, but when it came to technology, alwyn industries (alwynd, as it became known more widely) was always considered the finer product. sabotaged at almost every turn by shinra, the company has remained to this day, headed by its heir, ayn alwyn, whose motives and interests have remained ever a mystery, even to the most comprehensive of turk investigations...

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You will never forget the day everything changed.

It had been a day like any other - your little painter was sitting out on the porch, paintbrush in hand, Beanie batting at the edges of her long sweater as they danced in the air while she worked. The wind tugged lightly at her hair, making the grass ruffle in the yard, and as you watch her smear a streak of crimson paint across her cheek when she hurriedly scrambled to grab her beret before it can be yanked away, you couldn't help but feel your heart swell at the sight and your fingers itch to dance across the keys of your piano. (You love her. Fantastic, mysterious, impossible creature that she is, you love her. You love her.)

You were just beginning to turn, to pour her a cup of tea just the way she liked it, when the television turned on behind you. Your brow pulled together, knowing you had turned off the system last night before you had gone to bed, not wanting to hear her scold you for how quickly you had rushed through the game she'd gotten for you just last week as a present. And then, she screams.

You both watch on in horror as it happens - as the Outsiders drag forward her guardian, Professor Anselm, beaten and bloody, and throw him down before the camera. They take his life there, for all to see, his only crime that of loving the girl he had promised to protect so much that he had hidden what she had loved most from those who would only wish for its destruction. And as she sobbed into your shirt, her heart ripped out of her chest just as yours had once shattered long ago, at the side of a bed with cream covers and the softest scent of vanilla over antiseptic and disinfectant, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

You rose to the occasion, just as you always did (according to what she'd tell you, in those moments tucked away in your secret base, her tone hushed as she told you of worlds only she had ever seen, worlds where you did what must be done to protect those who had placed their faith in you to keep them safe and show them a brighter tomorrow). All four of you did, Paragons each and every one of you, those souls who always step up whenever a world is in crisis, when it is in most need of a savior. This time, however, it is your world. This time, it is your world.

And you wouldn't be enough.

You fight. Of course you do. You fight with everything you have in you and more - the businessman, the star-gazer, the president, the pianist, and their beloved little painter - to try to stop them, to try to save humanity. But even with every scrap of everything the four of you have to offer, with every bit of courage and skill and wisdom she has acquired over the course of her endless travels, all the worlds she's seen and the lives she's lived, it isn't enough. It isn't enough.

And so it is that you are forced to make a choice. The businessman and the star-gazer know what they must do - the sick and the weak must be protected, and so it is that they turn their attention towards the knowledge she had stolen, the maps she had charted through the stars, and they leave to live among them, to allow humanity the chance to live, even if it means running away, even if it means chasing the light of the stars for the rest of their days.

You two remain, the pianist and the president, and you keep fighting. You keep fighting until the day comes that you can't fight anymore. Until the day that she walks into the ship, her head held high (the president's blood on her hands, invisible yet ever-present after she'd tried to stem it from the wound the Outsiders had torn in him to pluck his life for their own). She makes a deal with them - humanity's survival, in exchange for their emotions. Peace, in exchange for herself.

You don't want to accept it. You don't. But she makes you promise to protect them, Dragon City, the people that she had given herself to protect, and you cannot deny her, not in this, not when she has placed her faith in you. You let them take her away while you remain, with responsibility shackling you like chains, all because she asked you to wear them.

You become the monster they force you to be, all because she asked you to.

The Outsiders call her the ambassador to humanity, parade her on the holoscreens to speak the words they put in her mouth; the people call her a traitor, spit on her name as the only two of the human race with the authority under their rule. It angers you, hardens you - pushes you to take your first human life (becuase yes, you do take it then, your gun kicking in your hand and your eyes burning for the names they called her), for all that you swallow back the words when she calls your name from the hollow shell of the robot she sent to you, her own puppet simply to see you again. They turn on you too, for the lies you tell, for how you promise happiness only to steal away the lives of anyone who volunteers for the program, to offer their emotions to the Outsiders in exchange for a virtual paradise of their own making. You become cold, cruel, calculating - the President of Dragon City, the last bastion of humanity.

(You modify the systems of the Dragon City Consortium, to harvest not only emotions but intelligence, so you can use everything humanity has to offer to try to undo what has been done. You save a boy named Santos, a boy who can move through the systems and is willing to harness the truth of your nature if it means getting his hands on the Fleet Defense System. You found the Hidden Dragon and nurture it until it is ready to bare its fangs at all those who have sought to keep it from soaring in the sky. You do what you must, because you are the king who is going to lead the Dragon City and humanity to fight against the Outsiders.)

1307 days since the defeat. 7 days until the new year.

[theaceofharts]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   short n' sweet deluxe edition  (   2025   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .  

i  leave  quite  the  impression.

now  i'm  gone  but  you're  still  laying  next  to  me.

i  heard  you're  back  together.

do  you  want  forever?  i  bet  you  do.

all  his  jokes  hit  different  -  guess  who  he  learned  them  from.

you'll  just  have  to  taste  me  when  he's  kissing  you.

every  time  you  close  your  eyes  and  feel  his  lips  you're  feeling  mine.

you  can  have  him  if  you  like,  i've  been  there  done  that  once  or  twice.

it  don't  mean  i  care.

i  know  i've  been  known  to  share.

i  know  i  have  good  judgement,  i  know  i  have  good  taste.

its  funny  and  it's  ironic  that  only  i  feel  that  way.

i  promise  'em  that  you're  different  and  everyone  makes  mistakes.

i  heard  that  you're  an  actor,  so  act  like  a  stand  up  guy.

whatever  devil's  inside  you,  don't  let  him  out  tonight.

please,  please,  please,  don't  prove  i'm  right.

don't  bring  me  to  tears  when  i  just  did  my  makeup  so  nice.

heartbreak  is  one  thing,  my  ego's  another.

i  beg  you,  don't  embarrass  me,  motherfucker.

we  could  live  so  happily  if  no  one  knows  that  you're  with  me.

if  you  wanna  go  and  be  stupid,  don't  do  it  in  front  of  me.

don't  make  me  hate  you  prolifically.

i  won't  give  a  fuck  about  you.

when  i  love  you,  i'm  sweet  like  an  angel.

drawin'  hearts  'round  our  names  and  dreamin'  of  writing  vows.

don't  mistake  my  nice  for  naive.

i  don't  waste  a  second.

it's  not  that  complicated.

you  should  stay  in  my  good  graces.

no  one's  more  amazing  at  turning  loving  into  hatred.

i'll  tell  the  world.

break  my  heart,  and  i  swear  i'm  movin'  on.

want  you  every  second,  don't  need  other  guys.

i  know  you're  not  the  sharpest  tool  in  the  shed.

a  bird  flies  by  and  you  forget.

i  don't  hear  a  word  'til  your  guilt  creeps  in.

we  were  going  right,  then  you  took  a  left.

left  me  with  a  lot  of  shit  to  second  guess.

if  that  was  casual  then  i'm  an  idiot.

i'm  looking  for  an  answer  in  between  the  lines.

lying  to  yourself  if  you  think  we're  fine.

we  never  talk  about  it.

all  the  silence  just  makes  it  worse,  really.

all  the  silence  is  just  your  strategy.

we  never  talk  about  how  you  found  god  at  your  ex's  house.

seems  like  overnight,  i'm  just  the  bitch  you  hate  now.

without  even  being  here,  she's  back  in  your  life.

you've  lost  all  your  common  sense.

what  a  coincidence.

tryna  turn  the  past  into  the  present  tense.

palm  springs  looks  nice,  but  who's  by  your  side?

i  was  in  a  sheer  dress  the  day  that  we  met.

maybe  it's  all  in  my  head.

how  you  talk  so  sweet  when  you're  doing  bad  things.

how  you're  looking  at  me,  yeah,  i  know  what  that  means.

where  art  thou?  why  not  uponeth  me?

see  it  in  my  mind  -  let's  fulfill  the  prophecy.

isn't  that  sweet?  i  guess  so.

i  can't  relate  to  desperation.

you're  so  dumb  and  poetic.

i  am  not  dramatic,  these  are  just  the  thoughts  that  pass  right  through  me.

if  i  can't  have  the  one  i  love,  i  guess  it's  you  that  i'll  be  kissin'

you  make  me  wanna  make  you  fall  in  love.

oh,  late  at  night  i'm  thinkin'  bout  you.

if  you  love  me  right,  then  who  knows?

give  me  more  than  just  some  butterflies.

have  you  ever  tried  this  one?

tell  me  i'm  the  only  one.

don't  say  it  was  just  an  isolated  incident  that  happened  once.

there's  no  need  to  pretend.

i've  never  seen  an  ugly  truth  that  i  can't  bend.

i  can  make  a  shit  show  look  a  whole  lot  like  forever.

all  of  your  best  excuses,  no,  they  don't  stand  a  chance.

you're  supposed  to  think  about  me  every  time  you  hold  her.

i  want  you  to  miss  me.

the  clock  is  tickin'  lately,  i  guess  that  means  i'm  doin'  somethin'  right.

i  hope  i  make  it  through  the  night.

where  did  all  these  parties  come  from?

what  i'd  give  to  be  meeting  you  as  the  glass-half-full  version  of  me.

i  couldn't  make  it  any  harder  to  love  me.

i'm  so  mature,  collected,  and  senseible.

to  turn  me  down,  well,  that's  just  unethical.

i'll  turn  into  someone  you're  scared  to  know.

if  you  don't  need  my  love  -  i  didn't  want  your  little  bitch-ass  anyway.

if  you  want  my  kisses,  i'll  be  your  perfect  mrs.  'til  the  day  that  one  of  us  dies.

sill  i  choose  to  be  in  love  with  you.

[theaceofharts]

@docteur-vanitas asked for some fun (much to my wheezing)

♞ Kaname Kuran

It never failed to amaze Kaname how much humanity could progress and yet stay exactly the same.

It had been a moment of carelessness, allowing for his fangs to be seen there in town (he'd already long slaughtered the pitiful souls that had dared to wake him up, weak as they'd been to bare their fangs at him, but even their lifeblood had been a pittance to a thirst as ancient as his, and so it as that he'd gathered himself to venture from the castle, to sate the ache of his fangs before he turned himself to the task of eradicating whatever fool had dared to wake him from his slumber), but it had brought the same response as ever - a hue and a cry, screaming and hysteria, before hunters had come, armed with weapons they didn't understand, to kill something they didn't understand.

All the wonders of time and wisdom, producing things Kaname had never seen before, wasted on a people who thought they could kill him with a rapier and their own arrogance.

Withdrawing his hand from the chest of the last of the group that had been sent to kill him, Kaname inspected curl of his fingers for a moment before he lifted it to his face, tongue coming out to lap at the blood (the taste was like sickness and moonlight on his tongue, awful in combination but still enough to tempt the hunger that had burned for centuries as he'd slept). The five of them had been the greatest threat yet, able to pierce through his coat, but even they hadn't taken much more than a few moments' effort for him to attend to, for all that they had moved faster and hit harder than the other humans had. All the more pity that he'd killed them - it was, after all, a waste of life.

He paused then, mid-lick, as something pinged at the edge of his consciousness, a soft presence that registered as a fond mingling of threat and companion. He lifted his head then, away from the blood; if he was to be awake, it would be a kindness to share the coming company. "Luna," he greeted without turning, once he sensed the aura closely enough at his back, a hint of warmth in his tone. "It had thought you long lost when you didn't return from Monsanto."