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rwrpresources · 2 years
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Send “✎” & I’ll draw your muse!
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juliensolomemeta · 2 years
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julien  solomita  meme  003:   trying  celebrity  alcohol  (ft.  jason  sulli) .       feel  free  to  change  them  up  as  you  see  fit !    *cw  for  language
“ooh boy.” “what are you talking about?” “nice. nailed it.” “i’m always here, but s/he’s here now.” “i don’t know the rules.” “who let us in here?” “i just licked the air.” “what did it taste like?” “do you like my glasses? they have a visor.” “so, we’re drinking right now.” “oh boy, it’s gonna get real bad.” “i didn’t know i was making choices.” “i don’t hate it.” “no you start, you go ahead.” “it’s better than that.” “oop- second sip wasn’t as good.” “giveaway. who wants it.” “let’s bang another one out.” “what if you don’t like it?” “oh no, i already smelled it.” “is this for kids?” “this is... this is... terrible.” “i give it ‘is this for kids’ out of ten.” “if you would like to have a hangover, drink this.” “do we have a spit bucket or do we just do that on the floor?” “it’s been like... hours.” “let’s try some more stuff.” “george washington? i don’t fucking care.” “i’ve literally never said fuck.” “is it not sweet?” “finish that up, first of all.” “it looks like they messed up a little bit.” “you can just imagine where it’s from.” “do you like those? are those fancy?” “mambo number five!” “our opinions don’t matter.” “has your pallet been cleansed?” “i can lick the air, i forgot i’ve been doing that.” “i really wish i didn’t see that.” “i didn’t try it yet, uh-oh.” “it’s actually kind of not awful.” “ew it’s getting worse.” “i kind of wanna be done with that.” “wait no, the rules are you gotta clear out the cup.” “just pour it on the floor.” “no just, just sniff the air.” “they did not cancel out each other like i was taught in math.” “two negatives make a worse negative.” “no but who is it for? who’s the customer.” “turn the garbage disposal on and then pour it down.” “was that three nipples? i mean boobs.” “if you’re still with us, thank you.” “listen, here’s the thing: i have my feelings about all of what we drank tonight, but i don’t have my memories about all of what we drank tonight.” “in the moment i was like mmm but now i don’t know.” “we are quite literally very drunk.” “i’m drunk, i’m pretty sure __ is kinda drunk.” “it’s tasteful, it’s classy... right?” “just send it, don’t worry about how it’s gonna sound.” “hey, welcome to the crevice chat.” “well, normally you cleanse, but that’s fine.” “don’t say fuller body.” “it’s thick in my mouth.” “it’s too sweet.” “the smell of it’s nice.” “it’s like, uh, you know you’re driving on the street and there’s a little lemonade stand and they decided to infuse some strawberries, and then you’re like, wait a minute, is this gin? no it’s lemonade, and then they’re like, you’re an alcoholic move along.” “that is the worst thing ever, dude!” “that is such a jabait it smells so good and it tastes like fucking gas.” “it’s so bad, dude.” “i feel like that like, violated my trust, i don’t know what it was.” “we’re gonna move on.” “i used to be able to dunk.” “it’s not bad. it’s actually not bad.” “it hits you early, and often, and then kinda backs off a little bit.” “it gives you like  nice fuckin’ punch in the nose and then is says ok, let me know how you feel.” “first they’re sour, then they’re sweet.” “you know what i like about it? is it’s not straight forward. you have to kind of dissect it.” “it doesn’t taste like a college dorm room.” “alright, so, we have tasted many, many famous people.” “that made me wanna throw up ten years ago.” “interesting, interesting, i like that there’s the complexity to it.” “would you like a hangover, please?” “s/he’s amazing, s/he’s my best friend.” “but as of now, we’re gonna finish drinking our cups of whatever the fuck is in here.” “i’m not gonna fight you because i love you.”
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faewrities · 1 year
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THE STEPFORD WIVES (1975)
“If I am wrong, I'm insane... but if I'm right, it's even worse than if I was wrong.”
“If I were to apologize for every time I got smashed, I'd spend my life wandering around saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry".” 
“I just don't get it. It's like there's this contest, okay? And the housewife with the cleanest house gets Robert Redford for Christmas... but nobody will tell the rules!” 
“This is not me and what you're saying isn't you.”
“If you're going to tell me you don't like this dress, I'm sticking my head right in the oven.”
“I used to work in Disneyland.”
“You don't seem to be the kind of person that likes to make other people happy.”
“I think there's something in the water that turns us into house fraus.”
“I'll just die if I don't get this recipe.”
“I just can't waste my spare moments on something like that.”
“But you do go out sometimes don't you?”
“Oh, [Name], you're the best, you're the champ, you're the master....”
“Two things I always carry: Tampax and Ring Dings. And I don't even wanna think what that means.”
“I don't think that, uh, [Name] ever loved me.”
“Don't tell anybody, just get in your car and drive somewhere you feel safe.”
“Why?”
“Why? ... Because we can.”
“It's just perfect. Perfect for us, and perfect for you.”
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memesforthememegod · 11 months
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Diablo 4 RP prompts/sentence starters
"You must perform a cleansing ritual. A meaningless gesture, but some people take comfort it."
"They’ll drag the whole damn world into their feud… unless we can stop it."
"Salvation lies not in the Light, but in you."
"Be beautiful in sin."
"You must feel as though a great weight has been lifted from you."
"They never mention how being tortured in hell turns you into an arse."
"Why would your mother leave you like that?"
"You’ve read so much, yet know so little."
"I hope my cat will come with us too."
"Not enough blood, never enough blood…"
"I don’t want to hate you. I’m trying. I really am."
"They can burn a man at the stake, but they can’t season a goat."
"Rare honor, for an outsider."
"Feel how small you are. Embrace humility. Accept your place."
"What can we do but kneel?"
"This world rots from the inside."
"Everything I’ve done has pulled me further from the place I need to be."
"Your kind are weak."
"I like the world the way it was."
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perpetualshade · 8 months
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✆ !!!
SEND ME ✆ 
☨- Contrary to popular belief, the omnipotent perisher and uncle of Mark, did indeed enjoy some peace and quiet. Occasionally. Right after a meal, between some delectable flesh shredded thighs, and a strong brandy. Well as strong as humans could make. Nothing is ever quite as good or close to the shots that Dionysus would pour.
So when his beloved nephew, adopted in fact, decided to interrupt that peace and quiet, the Devil picked up, and spoke with the void daunting tone that even the worst of holy terrors would flinch from.
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"You have better be splayed open, intestines strewn, and heart on the verge of losing its last palpitations. Or I'm putting your ass back in the box for the next six years."
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“Everyone is welcome to come by for food. Bring anything if you want or just sit on down and start chowing.”
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evertidings · 9 months
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I want to write an interactive fiction game-I was inspired by you- but my brain is empty😭
hmm you could always go on #rpprompts or #writingprompts and see if anything sparks an idea there?
interactive fiction is a lot of work though, i will warn you. there’s a reason there are so many abandoned wips (which i understand, even if it breaks my heart a little). if you want to write one, you need to have a good plan and vision for where it’s going to go. sometimes story ideas are also better in a linear novel format as well, so you have to keep in mind if the plot you’re writing even works in this genre.
lots of things to think about haha. if you want more advice or anything i’d be happy to give it though !
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{RP prompt: “I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget what you did.”}
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For one character to be built, another must get destroyed. For one king to rise, another must get executed. And for one reign to start, another must end. There is no other way. No loophole. No exception. It is the natural order, no dark, no light. But what is dark? What is light? Dark can be a place or a companion. A beginning or an end. And the dark that spread across the House Lannister walls was like a cancer ready to devour. Light… Light was the flame that’d flashed in the eyes of innocent children, in the voice of little girls and boys. Light was joy and peace; two terms that’d grown foreign so fast.
Light had disappeared into nothingness, given its place to pain and death. And the words of forgiveness and love that’d once shed their radiance upon the earth, were now accompanied by nothing but rays of dying beam. 
“I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget what you did.”
How does one answer such words? How does one act from then on? For there was nothing worse than the countless quarrels that lead nowhere but to more of those. 
“What I did was sheer strategy. You should have known that better than anyone.”
It was no secret that rumours had spread like a wildfire. Whispers about Greyjoy and her. There were innumerable scandals spoiling the name of their House -so many that even a thousand more would bring about no difference-. The King of the Iron Islands would pay visits again and again, always bringing more and more gifts depending on her wishes, the conversations. Allies were needed -strong alliances-. Especially, when stories about some Nightking and Dragon Girl were reaching their ears so often.  @jaimelannisterthings​
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zoktaikhor-blog · 5 years
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FF14 RP Class/Job Prompt
Make your OC FF14 Class or just edit one that exist.
Name:Zoktai Khor
Class: Scientist
Role: Healer
Weapon: Mainhand-Syringe Gun Offhand- Medicine Box
Gear: Clothes heavily similar to Alchemist Clothes.
Soul Crystal: A violet crystal with a beaker shaped symbol.
Description: A healing class that uses potions and devices to attune your allies bodies to keep fighting in top form.
Skills Example: Bedside Manner- Aoe electric attack that shoots in a straight line. Overdose- The current potion is weaponized. Medical Wonder- Starts the brewing process to set a new potion. Test start!-Procs the next potion brewed to have critical effects. Bombs Away!- Hurls a grenade with the current set potion to have dot effect over an area for short amount of time. Clear!- Resurrects a fallen player using two summoned drones.
Limit Break: The Final Solution- the player mixes two potions together before hurling it to the ground  the resulting chemical explosion revives and fully heals the entire party. Tagging: @sugar-smash @wildgirlcinna @shard-kilamarii @mai-takeda
Tagged by: No one i started it!
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honeydruid-blog · 5 years
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❀ 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 ❀
A night in the Salty Sailor was a regular one for the cloaked Priest, they worked day in and day out fixing the finest pints the world has come to know. If they weren’t behind the bar selling mugs worth of homemade brews they would be leaning against the counter singing tales of days sailing over rugged waters, waves taller than the mountains used to formulate the Dwarven capital of Ironforge. Their accent, despite having begun to fade from his many days on the shore surrounded by common speakers- had remained strong in Dylos’ speech.
It wasn’t until one chilled night inside the pirates grotto that Dylos would realize exactly how lonesome they really were, the people they’d deemed ‘friends’ hardly frequented the Salty Sailor anymore- as most of them were now away aiding the Kul Tiran or Zandalari. Of course, these thoughts would not be voiced- unexhausted behind the shackled prisons in their mind.
At this late hour, Dylos would typically spend his hours reading over scripts or letters they received during the swashbuckling days. Some of them were florid, detailing past affections directed towards them; how their pale skin looked pleasing splashed in sea spray. They could not help but allow their cheeks to flush, a smile now finding its place behind his hood. The Salty Sailor was what one would describe as a diminutive business, yet pirates a’ many were sprawled out over tables halfway to another realm by how intoxicated they appeared. As much as Dylos would have liked to say they kept track of how many drinks a single occupant has downed- they’ve never felt the need to bother. Gold is gold, so they’ll take whatever orders are placed no matter how drastic as long as it allows them to feed their pets and keep ordering the ingredients required to make ale.
They would place the letters aside before changing their gaze to the door allowing the ocean’s cooled breeze to sweep in; making the inn smell of its salted glory. Dylos would rise, making their way over and flipping the tattered linen sign saying ‘Open’ to its opposite side where ‘Closed’ would be written. However, the Priest paused and just admired the moon for a second- smiling to himself… However, the movement of hurried footsteps would alarm Dylos- causing them to move their gaze to the direction of the sound.
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thereshemuses · 6 years
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Writing Prompt #1
“You weren't supposed to wake up. You weren't supposed to see me, with panic behind my eyes, as blood dripped from my fingers and stained the white marble floor. You weren't supposed to save me.”
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rwrpresources · 2 years
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Send “💋“ & my muse has to answer whether or not they would kiss your muse, and where
E.g., on the cheek, on the lips, etc.
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juliensolomemeta · 2 years
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julien  solomita  meme  002:   turning  my  boyfriend  into  a  bratz  doll .       feel  free  to  change  them  up  as  you  see  fit !    *cw  for  language
“we looked fierce.” “i still have dreams about me.” “what if you could hear out of your eyebrows? your hearing would be so sick. front-facing hearing.” “oh shit here we go, time to make them disappear.” “oh god, ow. my jaw popped.” “thanks babe, i love you.” “yeah, worst case scenario; you ruin it.” “i’m just sitting here.” “yeah, no problem. np.” “i just need you to know how much fun i’m having.” “sorry beautiful people.” “sorry __ wants to be in your club, don’t mind me.” “i’m trying to get some good air.” “are they bad?” “you know what? i know.” “get that glitter, gtg. you know, that’s what i always say. people always think i’m leaving though.” “ohh hell yeah.” “i’m feelin’ good, i’m feelin’ brattier.” “ohh just wait until i’m in my full brat form, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do this.” “looks fierce.” “i feel beautiful. i feel bratty. actually to be frank, i’m in pain.” “oh fuck i look good though.” “it was inside.” “i need a break, i need a break. i need to take five.” “i’m really sad.” “i feel so bratty. i feel like i’m just ready to disobey my parents.” “did you make an appointment here?” “look at me.” “boo!” “don’t you fuckin’ look at me.” “you shut your eyes when you look at me.” “hey you, come over here!” “what do we do now?” “and you’re gonna deal with it.” “i feel pretty good.” “my hair is freshly crimped.” “do you wanna see the back? okay that’s enough of the back.” “i feel so beautiful.” “i think this was worth all the pain and tears that we both shed in this process.” “don’t do what?” “i’m sorry i just- y’know, when you’re feelin’ yourself.” “what’d you say? talkin’ shit?” “you did a lot of physical work on this.” “i’m willing.” “yeahh i feel great.” “i’m gonna need to take the longest shower of my life.” “i’m gonna go take a shower, you guys have a good one. thanks for coming to the show.” “cut. cut. cut. babe, cut.”
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rpprompts · 7 years
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For munday: send me questions about the mun, and my muse will answer them!
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florihilda · 6 years
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Mythril Blade Prompt: Roadhouse!
(Leve prompt courtesy of @themythrilblade!)
Description: Business has been since Ala Mhigo got back in the hands of her own people.  We’ve been seeing more trade caravans bound to Ul’dah and Horizon, and with them thirsty customers.  Some are too thirsty.  There’s a big set of caravans making their way through over the next fun suns and we could use an extra body just to keep an eye on things should the traders and their hired guards decide to get a little too rough.  Figured the Blade would have someone who wouldn’t mind a bit of bouncing work for some coin?
Objective: Keep trouble from brewing in Drybone Tavern. Outcome: While a the crowd was a bit too loud and boisterous for the drinking establishments' usual tastes, there was little real trouble that evening, save for a bar fight that erupted between two miners bound for the Saltery.
The two men, who were brothers born in Ala Ghanna, had spent years struggling in Ul'Dah together once fleeing the homeland, and though Flora mostly spent her evening eavesdropping on them drunkenly, tearfully reminiscing on the troubles they'd been through, fists went flying when the conversation turned to who had the rights to woo a mutual female acquaintance.
"Ye ain't got no right, ya woman-thieving whoreson! Ye joined the miner's guild a whole three moons after I did! She's rightly mine!" One of the men roared, as he sent his brother crashing to the ground.
Flora steps up to the brawl, chewing on her lip as she thinks of how to address the issue. She speaks up in a tiny, but well-enunciated voice, "I'll, ah, I will watch your drinks, if the two of you would like to take this outside, yes? I will let them know you will be back shortly."
The two brothers look from one another to Flora multiple times-- perhaps baffled at her approach.
"Oh, aye. That's right kind of you, lass," one says as he rises up from the ground. "Be right back, then."
The two drunken miners staggered outside and returned perhaps ten minutes later, laughing, each sporting a fresh black eye. They were nothing short of jubilant for the remainder of the evening-- perhaps all it took was a good mutual pummeling to get it out of their system.
At the end of the night, Flora refuses payment from the Dunesfolk bartender, who is bewildered that she won't touch coin.
"My vow of poverty means I..." Flora tries to explain, before getting cut off by the lalafell's shrill voice.
"You spent six bells here! Six hundred gil for honest work-- that's my lowest offer! I can't just NOT pay you."
The argument continues until half-a bell after close, after which Flora relents to her reward-- a bottle of some spirit or another, which she still doesn't seem happy to have received. She comes to the Mythril Blade the following morning and places the bottle on a shelf behind the bar, so that someone else can have their fill.
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perpetualshade · 8 months
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✆ - Ather
SEND ME ✆ 
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☨- "Hello Beautiful. I hope I did not keep you waiting long." Belial purrs inconceivably deep into the speaker. The darkened trilling of his voice a mockery of someone trying to convince their partner to come to bed for a bit more than intimacy. Meanwhile a faint sound of something being slowly stretched beyond its limits could be heard in the background. Eerily similar to a pulling method, with cranks and machinery clunking loudly. Hair raising screams follow shortly after. That don't die down but is muffled by a sharply placed gag. "Daddy is a bit tied up with work. I'll try not to stretch this conference meeting too long, my dear Ather. I do wish to return back to your chambers and finish our little game."
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