#resonette

[covetcore]

@resonette sent: “ believe me, you weren’t my first choice, either. “ — for sylus, probably when they’re stuck together at some point.

❝ Should I be flattered then? ❞ Quick to retort, but he can't deny the smug expression tugging along the corners of his mouth. It wasn't often he found her to be in some sort of predicament that required his help. So he was going to soak this up as much as he can.

After killing the engine & leaning forward upon his motorcycle, he gave her appearance a once over. It didn't take much observation to see she's been through one hell of a time. He wasn't even going to begin any questioning though, it was already decided that he'd help. There was, however, a raise of a brow before he would willing offer up assistance. Refusal to budge off this motorcycle until...

❝ I'm waiting to hear you say please. ❞

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS. [ ACCEPTING! ]

[thesellsword]

lyric starters. / @resonette whoa, mama from bright star.

"I’m a restless small town boy with a heart as wild as a big city." bronn says, resting his elbows on the counter of her floral shop. he looks exhausted; it's no secret that bronn comes from the next town over and has a reputation for being a scoundrel. if they only knew what he was dealing with at home. he always had wanted to escape, but alas, sometimes you don't get what you want. "you're a sweet girl, wrap a man around your pinky..." has he been flirting with her every time he comes to town to deliver crops? yes. can't help it.

[quietlyblooms]

@resonette wanted a lil something!

" i figured you'd understand, but... " chiyo trails off, gaze averted to the streets outside and brow furrowed as she watches people go about their day as normal. normal. nothing feels normal anymore -- maybe hasn't since her parents, and only now she isn't strong enough to remain in denial. even that invisible hand that always seemed to guide her feels absent, like it's abandoned her when any familiarity at all would have been a comfort.

but she isn't alone. it's easy to be swallowed up by grief and forget, but however terrible it is, seren is in the same exact boat as chiyo. they both lost people they cared about. they both were given information that only left them with more questions. maybe they'll get through this, then, together.

she meets seren's gaze, surprisingly misty-eyed when she goes to speak. she has to gather herself for a moment before that choked feeling goes away. " i was worried you'd try to stop me. you've always looked out for me. " she looks out for everyone; who looks out for her? chiyo wants to. her eyes fall to the small table between them. " i need answers, though, even if it's dangerous. "

[woodcries]

@resonette sent: [ GIFTS ] — from seren in her farming sim verse to any of your rune factory / stardew valley / story of seasons muses !!

[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.

how many days had this happened now? where she'd gotten so focused on farmwork and chores that she'd returned home without speaking to anyone and merely waiting out the last hours of daylight until it was a socially acceptable time to go to bed? at least she had fin around, otherwise she would have gotten really lonely in all the back and forth.

molly's head sprung up when she heard the knock on the door, quickly moving to smooth her disheveled hair and clothes. hopefully her fields didn't look too disorganized like they had when she first moved out to the country. ' oh, hi! sorry about the mess, what brings you out here? '

[inheritsnothing]

the gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power, your grace. independent ser otto hightower of hbo's house of the dragon. sideblog, follows back from @thesellsword. book and show friendly. crossover and oc friendly. schemed by bunny, 31, she/they. 18+ only. est 9/2024. promo by @/resonette.

[hehosts]

“i hope i’m not intruding - but i see that i am.” (feel free to do whatever you'd like with this!!)

poldark sentence starters ♡ accepting ♡ @resonette

❝ well, ❞ says one visage of the great man.

❝ you're here now, ❞ says the second.

he is sitting both behind the desk and across from himself, indulging in morning coffee with ... himself. a private moment / an intimate exchange, one that he does not take so kindly to being intruded upon. still, there is work to be done. the more the merrier ... or so they say.

❝ join us, ❞ instructs the first. ❝ sit. ❞

❝ care for a cup of coffee? tea? ❞ offers the twin.

❝ but ... we do insist — ❞

❝ — that you sit. ❞

[covetcore]

@resonette sent: “ hey, the body in the courtyard? not my fault. and if anyone comes looking for me, i’m out on a mission for work. yeah? yeah. “ ( for my girlie karmyn ofc !!! )

She was definitely picking up what the other huntress was putting down. Who is she to deny the satisfaction of basking in victory after the hunt? Merigold hues shimmer in recognition as a brow is raised.  

❝ A body? Never saw one. ❞ In fact, no one will. A corner of her lips pull back just a little. ❝ As for Seren? I dropped her off at the train station a few days ago. ❞

UNPROMPTED. [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING! ]

[thesellsword]

Have you ever been in a city under siege? Maybe this part's not in your books. See, it's not the fighting that kills most people; it's the starving. Food's worth more than gold. independent rp blog for ser bronn of the blackwater from game of thrones and a song of ice and fire. book & show friendly. crossover and oc friendly. good vibes all around. 18+ only. loved endlessly by bunny, 31, she/they. est 1/2014. promo by @/resonette.

[quietlyblooms]

"Debates are stupid because why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me."

tumblr text posts | @resonette makes chiyo laugh!

chiyo chokes on her boba, swallowing an unpleasant bubble of air as laughter tries to make it out of her throat. the pain doesn't stop the amusement that curls along her lips, crinkles the corners of her eyes. " good--- good point! " there she goes, finally able to speak after a short coughing fit. " but also consider: the feeling of being right. not many things are sweeter than that, " chiyo grins. " maybe it's just me, but i love watching a person's expression when they realize you've won the argument. "

[woodcries]

@resonette sent: “ i think he’s filthy, rude, a scoundrel. i don’t like him one bit. “ / for kinsey

it was hard not to laugh a little at that-- after all, she'd said the same thing many times about quite a few men and that hadn't stopped her from making some questionable choices with them-- but kinsey kept it to a small chuckle, glancing down at her cup of tea. she was trying to listen anyway, not bring her own mess into things

' well... better keep him away from me. ' she took a long sip, taking the tea bag between her fingers. ' i'm already a magnet for scoundrels. '

[quietlyblooms]

how does your tragedy end?

you both die

for a while it seemed that it was two against the world. and maybe it was, but the world was stronger. only by escaping it did you have any hope of remaining together. what you wanted simply was not meant to be. and when the persecutions came, when it was clear that all that mattered to you was making it out together -- well, the enemy decided that that could not happen. first one of you dies, then the other, begging for you or for death or for forgiveness from god. if you are lucky, you are buried together, but if you were lucky, you would not have died this way. your only hope must lie in a merciful afterlife.

tagged by: @resonette thank you so much <3 tagging: @metrictita, @hehosts, @starjynx, @killerhubby, and you!!

[woodcries]

how does your tragedy end?

you lose everything, but must go on  this is a slow decline. one by one, the things you love are ripped from your aching fingers. people, keepsakes, happy memories… until, at last, even the very meaning of home is gone. your past is tainted beyond salvation. the only way to move on is to forget it, forget yourself, pretend you never existed. go somewhere new and answer to no name. live quietly. wake in the night with all your regrets pressing down upon you. then get up and go about your day in the company of strangers.

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