#rp quotes

[jessource]

prompts:　random quotes + excerpts.

“ you are so vulnerably haunting; your eeriness is terrifying irresistible. ” “ we’re not that different, you and i. ” “ you are a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies. ” “ you’re just becoming more of what you’ve always been. ” “ i’m not changing, none of us are changing. everything is fine. lets have a picnic. ” “ my father had the kind of anger all fathers do – loud and terrible. it lingers for your whole life. ” “ girlhood rots between my teeth, a sickness so sweet it aches. ” “ i wished so badly to have my own life, but you wouldn’t let me. ” “ parts of me died in the house i grew up in and i visit them in dreams. ” “ today i heard your name and my hands started shaking. please make it stop, make it stop. ” “ i wasn’t even allowed to cry over any of it, anyway! i wish the only thing that i spilled in my life was milk. ” “ this is not fun! it’s just scary! ” “ but if i hadn't fallen, i wouldn't have met you. ” “ have you let go of the ails that anchor you yet? ” “ have you let this marvelous spinning earth pull you into its arms and sweep you off your feet yet? ” “ i dream, i dream, i keep dreaming. one word in my mouth crystallises like sugar: hope. ” “ the nights get heavy like they always do. ” “ heavy wind, cold rain, and yes the stars. ” “ drifting apart always seems to hurt more as it happens. ” “ i am trying to say: look at me. ‘i am weightless. you make my heart grow light.’ ” “ right now, everything without you is almost sticky-sweet. it tastes like nectar. ” “ can you accept help or are you the eldest daughter? ” “ i swallow a bee for each ill deed done. i am a hive walking. i strain to hear you over the regret. ” “ i knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, i couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometime verging on prayer. ” “ grief is not a feeling, but a neighbourhood. this is where i come from. everyone i love still lives there. ” “ there is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. ” “ i was once very close to getting out of here. ” “ there is no moving on. only running away. ” “ i don’t love anyone. well, maybe my sister. ” “ i am infatuated with the private life, and with anonymity; perhaps even invisibility. ” “ sometimes you just need someone to tell you you're not as terrible as you think you are. ” “ i opened my mouth, almost said something. almost. the rest of my life might have turned out differently if i had. but i didn't. ” “ she is still inside of me. i carry her with me wherever i go. ” “ being a confessional human being for me is like a defense mechanism. if i can tell you the flaw before you see the flaw, then maybe it's okay. ” “ being a person didn't come naturally to me the way it seemed to for others. people who were sure of themselves awed me. i studied them and tried to mimic their ease. ” “look back at the mess you've made. try your best to pick up the pieces. ” “ not only had my brother disappeared, but– and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. ” “ i kinda wish i was buried six feet under ground. but oh god i also wish i was buried in your arms. ” “ we tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and i? ” “ you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. there’s nothing you can do. ” “ a golden cage is still just a cage. ” “ although i may not be yours. i can never be another’s. ” “ my mother didn't foresee what was going to become of us as a result of witnessing her despair. ”

[fatherless-behavior-prompts]

Trust gets you killed.

Love gets you hurt.

And being real gets you hated.

[eepymemes]

“…hope has a way of making smart people do stupid things.”

— the invocations, krystal sutherland

[akegome]

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚,

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚,

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚.

[flownintothesun]

tom bombadil

[miqoquest]

The time a week or two ago where I decided to throw Ahki into the fighting ring for the first time and lost 0-3.

[sometimes-online]

I know I haven’t been here for a while- so here’s a rp highlight I had with some of my friends 

[residentweasels]

OOC Quotes from the RP :3

We've hardly started but we already have some good ones sooo :P

Also seperated by groups because they have their own things going on... for now :}

(read more under the cut because this is lonnnngg)

WEBTRIO

That damned name, who was squealing like a pig out in the hall?

Why, he hasn't felt this alive since 78'!

Betrayal has never felt so good.

He had been the most powerful man alive for a day, and died in the same 24 hours.

He hissed out the name, his apparently devilish eyes staring daggers into Ethan's e/c orbs.. get his ass.

‘Who the hell are these people?’ He wondered but he quickly found out that it would have to be answered another time because he was being shot at by one of them.

This dangerous and deranged scientist just finished making a deadly virus and yet he wasn't smart enough to think of not hitting the wall and hurting himself.

Was he seeing things? Had he finally hit his breaking point?

Was that Albert Fucking Wesker?

“Now look at what you've done! Those heels cost me $2000 and you've ruined them”

"Welcome to what has become Hell then, you mongrel.." Wesker ruthlessly tossed him towards Leon, aiming to add insult to injury to the campy moron.

He clutched onto the case again and was cut off by the fucking door being flung forward and crushed under the boots of the man he swore had died just a few months ago.

Why The Fuck Was Wesker Here? Why Does That Man Know My Daughter? What The Fuck Was Going On?

She gestured to the pathetic homoerotic display before her, significantly unbothered compared to everyone else in the room.

Oh fuck, was he going to die? This felt worse than when he was surrounded by those guards.

‘So I'm seeing a ghost and a man who might as well be one’

He swiftly removed his glasses, staring with an unsure feeling. He was talking to Birkin! A shame it was under these circumstances.

However, he was no longer that naive sixteen year old trying to impress and be like that shaded man who was so admirable. He was now a grown ass man with a family and proof of his life's work in his arms, having no need for such useless feelings.

His expression quickly drops and he looks bitter again, like he just ate a lemon.

"Albert obviously needs his serum.. You boys try not to kill each other while I'm gone”

This darkness, this curse, was a blessing as well. He had to ensure Birkin would know, he.. should show Birkin outright. Uroboros writhed beneath, attempting a worthy plea to enter into the other scientist. Maybe it was due to the connection he had with him that the virus just.. wanted that untouched flesh.

“But I can't be surprised that looking into your eyes tells me you want it again.”

Birkin felt uncomfortable as Excella walked away. The fuck did he do to deserve that kind of attitude?

“You.. certainly have an interesting taste in partners, Al.”

“You know me best. You know this is.." Hungry eyes. "Not as personal as you think it is." His mouth flattened, and he leaned extra close. "It's what it needs. It's prosperity. Thriving in a target-rich environment. But only you're here.”

He could feel the desire warding off of Albert, moreso Albert's illness.

“Fuck, he was about to torn apart, wasn't he?

Birkin choked out in surprise, feeling the tendrils constrict around his body.

Jesus fuck, he just had to fall at the worse times. He stumbled and slammed into the wall on accident like a fucking idiot, falling onto his knees.

Broken heels, broken nails, ruined makeup, glass cuts, today was certainly not Excella's day!

Oh no, not again. Doctor, you've truly outdone yourself. As in really, you didn't have to break my heart again like that.

BLONDUO

Unaware of the almost miraculous transport, he called out the man's name in a tone betraying his confusion and anger. He ended up yelling at an office plant in the hallway.

Leon readied himself, looking the monster dead into the large beady eye it held. "Let's go, amigo."

Or he had to have landed in the reception room of heaven or- wherever the fuck you go when you die…

"This is hell," he thought, "Chris shot me and I'm in hell."

Was that mascara in her eye? Well, that wasn't the worst out of everyone's predicaments.

He really should have gone to that shitty Southern Californian Methodist church with his grandparents more if this is what hell was like.

He felt a little bad for knocking over that plant, but he really couldn't go and fix it now.

He paused, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or something, since logically if he was dead Leon fucking Kennedy should not be here.

Even more difficult now that the strange, ragdoll-like man had been thrown at him like some sort of wet biscuit, if Leon had any doubts about his ribs being fractured then, he was damn sure now that they were truly broken with the impact of the grown man being thrown against him.

what a shame that the famed Leon S. Kennedy was now muttering incoherencies and groans while gripping the other man's chest

"How... How the fuck do you know my name- who... Fuck it... Just. Help me. I have too many goddamn questions I'm being, stuffed a goddamn philosopher's buffet..."

"DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME- BASTAAAAARD-"

How could he even consider being able to go against Leon Fucking Kennedy. The man was in the police force for gods sake, he took down bioweapons on his own.

"Luis, goddamnit if you were here- if this is Hell you would be here you cheeky asshole..”

"Me? Younger? Hah- that's a compliment... Ashely said It looked like I was aging a shit ton while we were together..."

"Whoah there cowboy... Who's Evelyn? Mold? Hell you talking about? Las Plagas is a parasite. Probably created by the fucker who threw you onto me, and as you can see, it's taking over my goddamn body."

“Damn I was shocked when I learned that zombies were a damn thing, but time travel? This is a whole new ballgame..."

"Let's at least try and make peace, for a little bit... We ain't science guys, we need the big brains to help."

[xynczachrome]

No context, just Tino quotes in the rp

'I don't want to be responsible for committing feticide.'

"I'm only doing this." *Gesturing at his Kabuki outfit* "Cuz the situation calls for it."

"If paparazzi are there, I'm committing arson."

"Thanks, brah."

"LET ME WORK MY MAGIC ON YOU, KAI!"

"Just messing with ya, brah."

"Aright, aright, enough sappy moments."

"Word of advice. Don't rely on destiny too much or you might ended up like Wu."

"By Ancients' laws, you brats need to stop running into trouble."

Also

[a-musing-memes]

I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild

--The Eagles

[pan-fried-autism]

“Listen, Orion. Just because we’re both guys doesn’t mean it’s gay.“

— Grementine Clairence Mewton, trying to explain to one Orion Lightman (@sallychaosaura) why he shouldn’t be in gay baby jail

[jpeg-dot-jpeg]

HELPFUL TIPS FOR THE HENCHPEOPLE OF GOTHAM

The buddy system exists for a reason

If you see two vigilantes having sex on a rooftop, do NOT take the opportunity to sneak up on them

Riddler is a little bit gay for Batman

Joker is a little bit gay for Batman

Catwoman is a little bit gay for Batman

Two-Face and Batman are divorced

Azrael is a little bit gay for Batman

Working for Penguin has the best benefits and he is the least likely to kill his own employees

Do NOT call him Penguin to his face

If they wear a cape, they have a praise kink. This can be exploited.

Be careful taking work from anyone with a doctorate. That maniac willingly went through graduate school

Don't forget to look up

[fatherless-behavior-prompts]

I won’t just Survive. 

     You will see me 

                     thrive

[eepymemes]

“plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”

— vicious, v. e. schwab

[white-wolf-actually]

That boy never minded his own business a day in his goddamn life.

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

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