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just a plot / title / quote / lyric / whatever dump feel free to add anything idc

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plot idea #001 - dystopian pokemon rp because i'm f iv e that needs to get stored bc it'd make a darn good fan game if i never use it for a rp

[spoiler=world as we know it]it's been almost three decades since pokemon trainers everywhere roamed around the world, helping the professors of each region gather information about the pokemon living there and creating lasting bonds with their pokemon as they tried to reach whatever goals they've put in place. it's been decades since red himself became the champion of the kanto region, looking down upon it from mount silver with his hat creating a shadow over his eyes, and it's been decades since alola was shook to it's very core as the ultra beasts unleashed its power onto the region. who knew that within just a couple of short decades, that everything in the pokemon world would completely change.


a small group that referred to themselves as the genesis project started up in the midst of the kalos region. nobody took them seriously, or really perceived them as a threat. to those who would look into the organization, all they would find is a group lead by a women who simply went by enyo, who put most of their time and energy into the research of pokemon conservation and the mega-stones that were scattered throughout the region. they were the first to reveal what exactly the mega evolutions were doing to the pokemon who underwent them, such as the bloodlust that mega metagross and mega lucario try to indulge in and the worries that the mother kangaskhan has towards it's child. they showed the pokemon professors the error of their ways when it came to mega evolution, and as a result were granted permission from every region to go around and gather each megastone, locking it up within their own laboratory for safekeeping.


enyo eventually fell ill from chronic illness, to the likes of which no one had seen before. on her death bed, she wished for her son to take over as the head, knowing that he would have the same compassion for pokemon and thirst for knowledge so they could improve life as all knew it as she did. her second in command, crynn, who stayed by her side through it all, promised to withhold that request as she took in her dying breath, a promise he would never be able to keep. the son mysteriously went missing after that, as well as the two other admins for the genesis project who were in the room as she spoke. crynn stepped up as the head of the organization, tears in his eyes as he regretfully spoke to his members and told them the woes of the fallen and the lost.


things began to change after that. crynn funded more research into helping the professors with the pokedex, and even funded his own academy to help give pokemon to trainers to help them jumpstart their adventures and encouraged most trainers to take the ultimate challenge by going to each region and conquering their pokemon gyms before attempting to face the champion, and when they hit the age of 18 they could without a doubt get enlisted into the genesis project to help with their research and continue to be around pokemon as some of their lower-staff members. as the years passed on, however, the less he funded in both of those. the organization became more reclusive, only letting in the trainers in which it had funded throughout their journeys through the region. eventually, many stopped hearing of it altogether and figured they were busy on other things and simply offered friendly smiles when they'd see members in their uniforms walking down paths with pokemon at their sides. the genesis project was an organization in which people trusted, an organization that often got donations from many, such as gym leaders to simple pokeball factory employees.


little did the world know that it had become an extremely powerful tyranny, what was to be a revolution that was already past the makings. a force to be reckoned with. one by one, crynn gave each admin of the team a megastone for whatever pokemon they felt would be the strongest in battle. they began to preach to the regions the idea of a world where there would be no danger or threats of groups trying to disrupt their way of life for their own good. they painted pictures of a peaceful place where all could live with their pokemon in harmony, a place where no one would dare try to crush the very fabric of their own existences. they swore of prosperity, wealth, and dreams to the regions who decided to be run by the genesis project, promising that no bad would come of it. all of the regions agreed, though some trainers were appalled by this. they were appalled by the ideas of all being controlled under one command, all of them insisting that this was not the way to go to be protected against teams such as team rocket, team galactic, team plasma, and team skull. those who argued eventually just disappeared, and seized to exist.


they took the regions, and they shaped it into their own version of what they felt the world should be. within ten years they revamped everything; they first made cities and towns stand on stilts over the forests, their roads and buildings leaving the trees below in an eternal shadow. train tracks and highways stand above over old travel routes, and the most memorable sites now have been tarnished by pollution or ripped up for mining, such as lake garyados and mount moon. pokemon trainers are almost extinct now, as the pokedex has no more pokemon data to collect and most parents just don't see the benefits of having their kids go out to a world that they've been told is dangerous. it's more profitable to send your child to an academy to get a proper education and to buy a pokemon bred to be in use of city maintenance and jobs rather than give them companions to travel to wretched lands with. wild pokemon have hidden away from humanity, and since the pokedex is complete, there isn't much use for most of them anyway.


most pokemon you see nowadays are electric, water, steel, normal, psychic, or poison type. any other pokemon type requires a special pass, respectively called the pokepass, to show that you are allowed to have that specific pokemon type. the reason for the implication of it was for the people, as crynn swore that the pokemon of various types such as fire, ghost, and rock type had the capabilities of being used for evil if given to the wrong hands with their type of power and that they should only be given to trainers who go under a special training in order to withhold the pokemon and use them for good only, as well as putting all trainers of that type into an index to make sure that it is know.


the genesis organization has been known for taking various citizens who don't agree with their methods and just letting them "disappear", as if they never existed. officers often walk down the street and along the boarders of cities with pokemon such as garchomp, lucario, and metagross, all holding megastones to mega evolve if the time were right and they needed to use the extra force. many of the citizens are okay with it all too, all having forgotten what the old days had been like or feeling completely safe in their new environment. few still do hate it though, looking deeply into the shadows below the stilts as they whisper to their children and tell them of a time when they had their own pokemon journey and filling their heads with memories that they'd crave to have themselves.[/spoiler]

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plot #002 - dewmire kingdom plot

[spoiler=straight for the castle] the kingdom of dewmire. it's a relatively famous name, with the world's current largest castle being the forechester palace located in the heart of the land, where the king and his family reside. the overall terrain of the land is majestic, withholding things such as unicorns and small dragons and what-not under their own version of the black forest; picture-esque views everywhere you turn, like you'd see right out of a story book. the overlying towns and villages are small but powerful, all close-knit communities that praise one man: king roulant.

king roulant has always been seen as a man with passion. he felt everything with every bone in his body, something that many wanted in a king. his own father had been stoic, and often was seen as lacking empathy and being as dull as a wooden plank to the citizens of dewmire. king roulant, though? king roulant was different. in fact, many of those living in dewmire did not even realize king roulant was still alive until suddenly he came back out, fifteen years of being hid by his father due to something the boy could not control: the monster cursed upon him

he wasn't a monster though, not at all. he came out, speaking of horrors that he encountered. he was the victim of a wolf in sheep's clothing, a mage who was supposed to be nothing more than a house keeper, who decided to try to shut the then three year old roulant up as to stop him from crying for his mother. it was an ideal thing to do if you were to be trying to kidnap the next air of dewmire for your own, as a way to seek vengeance on the king who had done nothing for you. it didn't work, though, by the time she had made it down the winding stairs of the castle, the queen had realized her baby was gone and the entire castle went into a lockdown. when the mage realized she was going to be cornered as she hid in that dim, dark room, she put a curse upon him. the boy would be a prince by day, yes, but by the time the first star had begun to twinkle in the sky, he was bound to become a wicked beast. it would continue until his twenty-first birthday, something she put in as she did love the young prince like he was her own, and never wished any harm to come of him.

she surrendered herself, stepping out and letting the three year old go free before being seized by guards. she was hung that next day, for crimes against humanity, but by then the gruesome changes had already begun. the boy was to be a beast by the time the first star would come, and would become back to a prince when the last star in the sky finally disappeared by dawn. his father was absolutely ashamed by it, demanding that they hide him in the basement until they figured out a cure.

the thing about it is, they never did. the prince spent his childhood in that basement, his mother coming down to teach him during the day and being left to claw at the walls and cry out for the mercy of a god who he no longer believed even existed as he spent his life in isolation. wizard after wizard came in, trying to reverse the curse but nothing could give, and instead they were left being hung by the king out of sheer anger and frustration, as he assumed they were all up to no good. eventually, the people who studied magic refused to go, as they knew if they failed, it would mean death.

just like the mage had promised though, that curse ended at 21. roulant then ran upstairs that night, beating on the door as he begged to get let into the castle. he was him, no beast, no monster, but nobody listened to his cries. it wasn't until morning, when his mother went to bring him breakfast that he broke free, rushing past her as he went to find his father. his father was astound, not believing him at first until later that night when they sat outside of the door, listening and waiting until they heard him beat on the door once more, his voice ringing out with joy.

a wave of relief hit the king, as his only heir would live to be king. that week, they had an official crowning for the prince, and the entire kingdom celebrated the life that would be his.

his father then began to tell him the stories of what happened, the memories that roulant did not remember himself. he gave in detail the day in which everything went wrong, and told him of how they tried to help him for many years. this did nothing but make a lump in the prince's throat, his stomach in knots. those lumps and those knots, they'd eventually turn into an anger that he could not simply sweat out.

his father passed away a few years afterwards, from a cough that was more red than anything. the queen insisted that roulant have his coronation soon, as she did not believe she could run the kingdom on her own with her own illness eating the life out of her every day. his coronation would be later that week, and the next day, his first declaration as king was to send all of those who were fluent in magic to the outer islands of dewmire, that were nothing but inhabited with the criminals of the kingdom.

there was an outcry from those who he had forced out, and eventually citizens started to turn on them, outing their neighbors and friends who they knew had been involved in magic. they all were put onto ships, one by one, bringing absolutely nothing with them as they were forced across the calden sea to the northern isles of candre. only a few remained, all working under king roulant himself, though they were to give up their spellbooks and wands as those items were only to be used at times of war.

it's been 50 years since those events, and the king's own son, dominic, has come of age. the king and queen offered to let dominic make one decree on his own, as prince, stating that they would stand by his decision. the prince said he would like to bring those who were banished to the northern isles back, a statement that made the king and queen go silent before unleashing a spew of anger. it wasn't until the prince shushed him themselves, and begged them to listen to his reasoning, that they finally cracked.

reluctantly, at that. dominic swore that those who were not involved in that particular incident over all of this time should have never been punished. the king and queen bit their tongues, as they did give their son their word, and agreed. they swore that if it went downwards, though, they would never allow the boy to make that decision again, except for when they were finally dead.

now, dewmire's ports have opened up as the prince looks onwards, watching and waiting as the ships begin to make their way to the shore...[/spoiler]

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lyrics #001 - HALSEY
[spoiler=character lyrics]ALREADY CHOKING ON MY PRIDE
so there's no use crying about it

and now my neck is open wide --
begging for a fist around it

SAYING THAT I WANT MORE
this is what i live for

sick and full of pride.

WOULD IT REALLY KILL YOU IF WE KISSED?
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[spoiler=thread titles]straight for the castle
all we do is drive / drive.
roman holiday
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1x1 plot dump #001

none of these are mine they're all from tagged/1x1 rp on tumblr

[spoiler=idk what to title this as so hi]
1.) i know lots of people get all hot and heavy for the ‘rebel/bad influence who goes after the goody goody/nerd to corrupt them’ but what about the reverse? what if the rebel was the one minding their own business when the goody goody suddenly started approaching them, asking them out, trying to get to know them. constant pestering and cute little quips that leave the rebel flustered (and a little flattered but don’t tell the goody goody shhh).

just picture it. initially people think the rebel is the one giving the goody goody a hard time but instead the rebel’s trying to avoid getting seen with the other a lot bc no you’re too pure and sweet you’re gonna ruin my punk rock image sTOP. but the goody goody just doesn’t care about image or labels they just know that they want the rebel and dammit they’re gonna get the rebel.

2.) romeo and juliet but it’s an f/f plot and they’re cheerleaders from rival teams

3.) Give me a vampire couple that’s been on and off again for like hundreds of years. Like they fight like crazy and break up and not see each other again for a long time but then come back together like nothing has changed and are all over each other in love. They won’t admit it but they’ll love each other forever no matter what, even if they’re not always together.

4.) ‘popular wealthy bitch who owns the school and intimidates everybody but is secretly crushing on the soft boy with the puppy dog eyes who’s totally so unaware of it’ plot pls. [but gayer so either popular wealthy bitch s in love w it h soft girl or opposite but with guys or NONBINARY idc literally anything]

5.) ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want