ignarius:

the goal with these is to be a mix of possible threading material or even just action-y type starters; some may be lyrics from the game soundtracks as well. most of the ones from pyre are taken from trailers and the pax east gameplay preview. also, these are just some lines or lyrics and i tried to steer clear of spoilers.

bastion —

• listen, all this takes a lot of gettin’ use to, and you do get used to it… after a while.
  
• there’s three things i’ll always miss though: one? not havin’ to watch my step all the time. two… ah… forget about two, and three… i miss the songs.
  
• so, build that wall and build it strong ‘cause we’ll be there before too long.
  
• i set my sail, fly the wind, it will take me back to my home, sweet home.
  
• i see your star, you left it burning for me.
  
• gods ain’t gonna help ya son, you’ll be sorry for what’cha done.
  
• they ain’t gonna catch you when you fall.
  
• you’ll be pleadin’ while you’re bleedin’.
  
• they ain’t gonna heal ya son, don’t care about what’cha done.
  
• no matter what happens now, you done good kid.
  
• now… there’s something i want you to see.
• did anyone else survive?
  
• if i could be anyplace i wanted… i’d stay right here — we could go anywhere in the world.
• nah, i’m just foolin’.
• — i’d hate to be in your shoes.
• well… it’s a touching reunion…
• glad you showed up…
• sometimes ya just need a drink.
• right back at’cha!
• get up, kid!
• c’mon, that ain’t funny… i said get up!
• you’re a mighty fast learner.
• the dead? the dead ain’t gotta worry about this mess.
  
• i ain’t one for long goodbyes, so here’s the deal —
• although, after talking it out like this? … guess i’m beginning to have my doubts.
• our world? she’s done… but there’s a way to put it back together, so better get ready.
  
• together, we’re gonna build something grand.
  
• — and remember… you ain’t in this alone, that’s a promise.
  
• proper stories are supposed to start at the beginning… ain’t so simple with this one.

transistor —

• hey _____ — we’re not going to get away with this, are we…?
  
• together again — heh. sort of…
• yikes…! found us already.
• they want you back i bet… well, so do i.
• ok, let’s go!
• look, don’t fret, just… do something? 
• hello world — look at all that.
• we’re on the edge of town, a hundred blocks away.
• still too close to it, we better get as far from there as possible.
• … i’m so sorry, _____.
• i couldn’t stop them…
• s/he’s tracking us?
• ok, side street due east — through there.
• i think i know a place where we can get a ride.
• this didn’t used to be here…
• look, whatever you’re thinking, do me a favor; don’t let go.
  
• it’s just skin and bones.
• you always go, walking on coals.
• i hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall, in through the window and up through the hall… flying in circles just trying to land.
  
• maybe you’re looking for someone to blame, fighting for air while you circle the drain.
  
• never be sorry for your little time.
• it’s not when you get there, it’s always the climb.
  
• but i won’t save you.
• when you speak i hear silence, every word a defiance.
  
• think i’ll go where it suits me, moving out to the country.
  
• you tell yourself that you’re lucky.
  
• lying down never struck me as something fun.
  
• i won’t become a number in the system. zeroes and ones? not me.
  
• i will always find you like it’s written in the stars… you can run, but you can’t hide — try.
  

pyre — 

• let’s get down to business, chum!
  
• hey chum, you know how to read, or what?
• you may call me _____.
• see — right on schedule! what’d i tell you?
• you told us we’d find someone alive…
• someday! i said we’d find someone alive someday… just not today i guess, but don’t be glum.
• you know, i see you frowning underneath that mask!
• it looks like s/he’s breathing.
• broken, shaking, starving, probably diseased… yeah, good luck with that there, chum!
• you have an hour at best.
• i won’t be long.
• don’t care who you are or what you did, none of that matters anymore — all of us? we’re equal nothings here.
• turns out you’re tougher than you look.
• what!? then what are we waiting for?
• silent treatment, huh?!
• now now, don’t you play dumb with me here, understand?
• i ask you for something simple in exchange.
• — sorry to put you on the spot like this, friend.
• that horrifying petrified mountain thing that no one with a lick sense goes near? … great.
• well — this ought to be good for a few laughs at least… what do you say, _____?
• i’m counting on you, friend.
• it is safe enough for us to travel by the light of day, but at dusk? we stop.
• you could join me for a little stroll if you’re feeling up to it.
• in any case… i do what i can to stay busy — it keeps the sense of isolation well at bay.
• i see that reports of your demise have been exaggerated, just as we were beginning to think you were gone for good… 
• i trust you remember my face, though you must have assumed to never see it again after last time…?
• never had i come so close to freedom, only for you to dash my hopes.

please note:  i do not currently have a face claim. i may not even use a face claim in the long run since i probably won’t do icons… at this moment i have models and or aesthetic-y images i am using for my banners, dash icon, etc.

—  @dokkcebi.

ionia was by no means foreign ground for her to tread… but being among the trees felt like a memory ; something lost over the years and struggling to break surface once more. she was neither lost nor certain she was on the right path ; the deeper one went in the ionian forests? the less obvious trails became. it was then that a stir of noise called the warrior’s attention, hand drifting easily to the hilt of her broken blade, callous fingers curling instinctively. should she speak, her mind wondered with curiosity. amber eyes scanning the vicinity for anything obvious, her skimming gazer was met with another rustle and a swift blur of motion.

             ❛ — … ❜     her grip stiffened further, wrapping around the leatherbound hilt of her shattered sword ; she was ready… her stance rocked toward defensive. whatever she was about to encounter? it was getting ever closer and should she need to, she would fight.

—  @sanguisaurum.

her nose crinkles, shurima was nothing but vast stretches of sand — of course it had, on some level, a degree of beauty to it… but she would never quite grasp why anyone would want to live in the desert. it got in her shoes and a multitude of places she could not fathom how the grains managed such feats. though confessedly, she was thankful to be at one of the small though scattered trading posts ; there was a fractional hustle and bustle of people selling wares. some even going so far as to exclaiming that the lamp or the extravagant necklace at their shoppe was worn by this or that ancient shuriman.

              ❛ there are days i wonder how you do it, ❜     there is a quiet humor in her tone as she regards her companion with a casual glance. it’s barely that a moment drifts by before a man — in passing — starts telling some tale on how he had ventured deep into the kumungu jungle to gather the honeyfruit splayed at his station. riven offers him a strange smile in turn, caving just enough to buy a few pieces before catching up to sivir. having ensured it was proper honeyfruit, she plucked a piece to pop in her mouth — sweet and lush.          ❛ — you ever gonna tell me why i got dragged along with you this time? ❜

winchestersuggestions:

It’s not over until I can’t fight anymore.

important note:  this blog will pretty much be private / highly selective in the sense that i will start off sharing it with people aware of it and or that i feel comfortable with. also? it will be medium to long prose centric and predominately if not completely iconless roleplay.

how i will be approaching shipping on this blog:

skeptically, at best.

in my honest opinion? romance is one of the last things on her mind a good vast portion of the the time. yes, she may crave touch and be somewhat touch starved… but for romance to enter her mind about your muse? there would probably be trust in place. there would a connect, a deep connection, in play. it would take her a fair bit of time to get there.

essentially? i will be writing her as demisexual. gender won’t matter, but she needs that emotional, mental and deep connection to feel romantic or even sexual inclinations for another person.