I smile but I don't know why

Black dirt will stain your feet And when you walk you'll leave Black dirt in the street

[blackdirtinthestreet]

" I've been waiting for the night to fall

When everything is bearable

And there in the still

All that you feel is tranquillity "

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[blackdirtinthestreet]

“ to descend into the unknown alone is extremely brave, or extremely foolish. perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. ” — Marlowe

Shit. These Merfolk recently... Bones could swear they're getting more active. It's their fault for getting a little braver in their nightly sweeps, venturing out a little further. Allured not by Marlowe's song, nor his beauty, but the stench of death he carries. And death Bones found, discovering the merman tenderly ripping flesh from bone. It seems like a lavish meal for such a thin predator. The sight is so sickeningly beautiful, Bones can't look away. Well... That's not really true. They can, and they should - they should absolutely book it, lest the creature hungers for seconds, but... Bones has never flinched in the face of death. Not so foolish as to get any closer, mind you. The view from here will have to do.

" This isn't the unknown, " Bones remains as relaxed as they can, eyes carefully locked onto Marlowe. They... Really are magnificent creatures, aren't they? Anxiety is weaved in their words, but there's no denying the confidence they're spoken with. " This is something we're all familiar with... The circle of life. And something that... I know well. The call of death, " their eyes stray to the lifeless body in Marlowe's grip.

[blackdirtinthestreet]

[ TEND ] (after battle, mayhaps?)

Wendy's hands are so soft, so gentle. It strikes fear in Bones to feel her fingers brush against their skin. The chorus of the dead rings in their head, with nothing but warnings of the Wendy Darling, pleas and plights from those struck down thanks to her. Not by her. Never by her. But the wasp is never so far from the flower. Bones has been steadily growing accustomed to this unease around the lady, learning to live with it. For as long as they know their place, as long as they brush against petals and never pollen, they can enjoy the scent.

" Thanks, Wendy... " Ever so meek under her watch, Bones keeps their head down. The fight was fair, well fought, but a loss is a loss. While Bones didn't carry the dread some others might, a bruise on the ego is a mark on any Lost Boy. They just manage to take solace that Bandit remains unharmed, for now. And really, being out of the battle quick is a blessing in disguise.

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[entiish-deactivated20250618]

    𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜  𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢                            …  𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚜 & 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜

made, as best as possible, gender neutral, taken from ‘the dark pictures anthology: man of medan’ — an interactive survival-horror video game, set on a ship but i have altered it to be location-neutral as best i can.     others from the anthology found here.

“ you think i wanted to hurt anybody? i didn’t get a choice in this, did i? ”

“ you know it’s not polite to ask one about their money?”

“ not a sole survivor!  haha, you weren’t trying to do that, were you? ”

“ you didn’t fucking see that!? … right. no. of course you didn’t. ”

“ we can’t just sit around. we need a plan.”

“ have mercy… no… listen to me, no, don’t do this… ”

“ you’re all in this together! this is a trap and you set us up! ”

“ what the hell was wrong with you back there? ”

“ to descend into the unknown alone is extremely brave, or extremely foolish. perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. ”

“ this whole place is a floating deathtrap. ”

“ i mean it’s - something is fucking with me. it’s fucking with me, man. it’s just - it’s just fucking with me. ”

“ anyway, look to the future, i say. ”

“ that! it-it w-was… didn’t you see it? okay, so i’m seeing things, but you’re not… ”

“ i’m the captain now! ”

“ stories of love and hate… greed and beauty… life… and death. stories such as this one. ”

“ alright! come out! show yourself! ”

“ this fuckin’ place is cursed.”

“ but you shouldn’t fear death. it is after all… inevitable. ”

“ there are always repercussions. ”

“ argh! no. no! i’m not hearing this. I’m not hearing this! ”

“ don’t fight it… it’ll only hurt more if you do. ”

“ you teeter on the edge of an abyss. ”

“ people drown in these waters and you have to respect their resting place. ”

“ i just keep going over it and over it… and it doesn’t make any sense, y'know? it just… and i know what i saw…  i just don’t believe in whatever it was i that i saw. ”

“ you’re responsible for what happens, you’re culpable. ”

“ i guess you could say i lived my greatest nightmare. ”

“ you can go fuck yourself, you piece of shit! ”

“ what the fuck is going on with this place? because i gotta be honest it feels like there’s some, like… like, evil, like literal evil going on down there. ”

“uh… you are not always going to be there to protect me, big guy. i can handle this, trust me. ”

“ i saw [NAME], and it wasn’t [NAME], it was… someone else. but they looked just like [NAME]. ”

“ let’s just stay calm, and relatively sane about this, okay? ”

“ you know what i like to hear? nothing. that’s right. nada. complete fucking silence. get it? ”

“ we’ll have the opportunity to account for all the actions that you’ve taken… or whatever mess you’ve made. ”

[reapdheir]

— BONES !

" bones looks after the graveyard on the island with deep, somber affection.

they see to it that not only fallen lost boys are put to rest, but any creature is taken care of respectfully.  "

penned by VINCE. happy ( belated ) birthday <3

[blackdirtinthestreet]

❝ i didn’t know that you could sing. ❞

could be sarcastic if she heard bones shouting/yelping, or could be sincere if she overheard them as she walked up to the boneyard.

They startle, looking over to Echo with a bit of a frown, rather embarrassed. " I... Sing to the dead. " Holding onto their shovel, they poke at the ground beneath them, avoiding Echo's eyes. " Just 'cus they're dead doesn't mean they don't deserve a little song. And sometimes I sing at the bonfires, but... Well, only sometimes. "

[blackdirtinthestreet]

books are a way to live a thousand lives, or to find strength in a very long one. ( wendy showing bones the small collection she brought from the other place. maybe letting them pick one for their first lesson lol <3 )

Bones is very attentive as Wendy shares with them her little pile of books. Though they have little memory of the Other Place, they recall they didn't have the time or means of reading, despite wanting to. Their skill in reading in writing is on the better side amongst the Lost Boys, however they've always been a bit frustrated that their carvings for the dead are so messy and likely misspelled.

They listen to her with big, curious eyes, seemingly quite happy to spend a bit of time with Wendy like this. " Oh yeah? " Their head tilts, considering her words. " Well... We live a long time here. Sounds good. "

With a short hum, they point to what seems to be the shortest of her collection, bound in leather. " Maybe we can start with this one? 'Cus I don't reckon I'd be able to do the bigger ones... Not yet, anyway, " they say with a smile.

[littlenin-archive]

Perhaps it's the greatest compliment for the legged-folk that for a moment, Nin thought she was hearing another merfolk - and not a mermaid, this time. How odd, she'd thought, drawing closer to the source - surely not Marlowe, but were there any others?

She wondered until she realised that it came from... above. She's never been here before, this small alcove past a tunnel, with a small patch of surface water over her. It seemed to be glowing, like it was daylight up there, but it wasn't.

Was she feeling bold? Who was it? One of those pirates, or perhaps a lost boy? What should she do?

She looks over her shoulder, and then wiggles up a bit, poking just the top of her head out from the water. What manner of beast might she find? Honestly, it's a bit hard to see at first, but the figure becomes clear in her view shortly. She watches them, wondering if they're likely to see her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but the fear gets the better of her. She shifts a bit closer, resting a dainty hand on the harsh stone beside her.

"What song is that?" The words escape her lips before she realises she's made a decision. Her eyes widen - she looks just as surprised as they probably will when they see her.

[blackdirtinthestreet]

And surprised they were. Eyes darting to the mermaid, Bones was very quick to bring their toes away from the water. That could have been very unfortunate... They had no idea there was a way for the merfolk to reach this place, though they supposed the water here was so deep it could lead to anywhere for all they knew.

Their heart was thumping in their chest as they blinked at her, completely failing to think of what to say. The beauty of the Merfolk could have anyone speechless, especially that of one glowing in the soft light of the bioluminescent flora. Bones didn't really know where to look - her big glistening eyes, her slender hand, her shining hair slick with water that trailed down to her... Bare chest. They had to tear their eyes away quickly, hoping the bright red on their cheeks wasn't too visible in the low light. Certainly not something they see everyday.

" I-It, err, um... " Bones retreated into their blanket a little, holding it tighter to their shoulders. A merfolk, of all things, heard their song? How embarrassing. The creatures known for their amazing singing... She was probably amused by their voice, if anything, they thought. " Well... I don't really know. I heard it a long time ago, far away, and... " Alright, deep breath. Merfolk thrived on flustering their prey. If Bones just kept their cool, they should be fine. " ...I've been tryin' to remember how it ends. " It wasn't all that often Bones encountered the Merfolk, if that wasn't obvious by now. They had a friend of sorts with one of them, but even then it was rare they would meet...

Despite knowing better, Bones kept glancing at her periodically as they spoke. Merfolk are pretty cut and dry, so why are they this curious?

[crimsonbathed]

Participating: @blackdirtinthestreet​ Location: The Forest, very, very near The Tree.

Bitter cold nights were no more. Piles upon piles of pelts and petals no longer needed to stay warm within her own home. Delicate digits shook off the numbing sensation that had been holding them prisoner. Outside frozen creeks had thawed, the music of the waters never ending life returned to fill the air. Crickets chirping along with the islands natural music. Humming that traveled through the ground and up through the small folks soles, to her very core. Electrifying. War drums being played could not produce such a soul striking sound. To hear the islands life returning, was to experience the rebirth of something grand. A second coming of a prophet. The giants tended to overlook the sounds of the island, at least, the ones that weren’t made by wolves. It seemed as though their minds were always far too preoccupied to drink in the beauty, the voice of the island as it communicated, going to waste on the gangling creatures. Such beautiful music, missed out on. Tonight, the forest surrounding the tree was abuzz with such lovely melodies. Chaotic, unorganized and clambering together. Giants banging things together just for the sake of making noise. It wasn’t always the best, but they certainly infused the air with a special, delicious energy. The Lost Boys were having a fire, and it could be heard by those who dared venture close enough to share in their pleasant tunes.

Carrion had set up her own pit. Oh how long it had been since she listened to the boys playing their music. Pan’s pipes were always the best part. Easy on the ears and enchanting. Drums thumped, causing the night to feel more alive than it had in so very long. Warmth enveloped the hunters body, greeting her like a lost lover with how it clung to her. Discovering each and every inch of her being as Carrion began to dance around her flame. The music of the Lost Boys guiding her through the motions. For a moment, she could almost remember what it felt like to dance with her old colony back in ‘The Other Place’, before their weak natures took control, spiraling them in to a horrid, delicate state. But here? Oh, here, the island begged for the wild to answer its call, and she was not one to ignore the whispers on the wind.

[blackdirtinthestreet]

Oh how they had missed it. The fire seemed just as much of a Lost Boy as anyone else here, wild and flickering as it dances along to the chaotic symphony. Everyone had something to contribute. A celebration of life, of those who survived to see the end of the harsh Winter.

Everyone seemed so carefree. Bones just couldn't... Quite get there. Not tonight. The first dance they joined in happily, but by the fifth, they seemed to be stepping further away. After all, they had to make room. In the shadows cast by flame, Bones saw them, wisps of the dead. They danced just as merrily... The pale faces of those laid to rest with wide smiles. To Bones, this was just as much a celebration of the dead. Of the list of names they kept in their mind, belonging to the less fortunate.

Those who starved, those who froze over out in the night, the sick and the weak...

Dizziness overcame Bones, shadows merged as the clashing of skin drums and metal rang in their head. It was unlikely that anyone would know if Bones were to slip away just for a bit...

Bones breathed in the fresh night's air - it still had a bit of a chill that bit at their nose. They would be lying if they didn't enjoy that just a touch. Looking out over the trees, Bones clearly had a lot on their mind, a distant expression on their face.

However, they couldn't help but have their eye caught by something small to their side. A smallfolk! They were a clearly a little surprised, stuttering over words a bit. " O-Oh, err, my bad. This your spot? Didn't mean to butt in... " They hadn't seen this one before. Considering how few there seemed to be these days, it struck their curiosity a touch. A strange feeling stirred in their chest as they looked over her - there's an unmistakable smell on her... The smell of blood.

[shadowedbyrd]

Helen did not like this island. She wasn't going to go so far as to say that she hated it, though the small embers of such a feeling did burn. They flickered, though, only occasionally catching enough air to flare bright for a few moments before returning to their silent, slow burn. It was enough to keep her going. It barely sufficed at the time to compel her to particular actions.

Water, though. Water was always water and she, a Londoner by birth if not always by choice, knew better than to disregard its influence. There was food by the water, and if worst came to worst, an option to track backwards a source of clean water. Helen knew the Shadow had her back. She simply doubted its intentions. Of course, she had no doubt that it doubted hers. Perhaps it all balanced in the end. If it didn't, that wasn't exactly going to be her problem, now would it?

The song that greeted her as she approached the water... That was a surprise. Music didn't suit her, but it suited this voice and she found herself listening, eyes partially closed and head tilted to the side, as if by exposing that right side, she could somehow hear the sound better. It was very nice. Even Helen could admit that and she usually admitted to so little being beautiful.

She couldn't stop herself from taking a few steps forward and a branch cracked under her foot. Helen didn't have the natural grace of step that came so naturally to those that had been on this island for a while, but for once this didn't bother her. "Unless the denizens of the sea can grow legs now," she commented, "you have a singular talent. Why do you waste it on the water?"

[blackdirtinthestreet]

So attuned to the echoes of the cave, Bones is quick to react to the harsh snap of the branch, turning their head and hand quickly finding their dagger snuggly hidden away under the blanket. Wide eyes landing on the stranger, conflicting thoughts cancel each other out, leaving Bones still sitting by the water.

There had been whispers around the tree of a woman in Neverland, seemingly belonging to no one. She sure didn't seem like a Pirate, so... That was the best guess Bones had here. What that meant for this meeting was still unclear. They allowed her the first word out of curiosity.

It wasn't something they expected to hear. Glancing away, they hope the soft light isn't enough to reveal the slight pink on their cheeks. " It's not wasted, " they reply calmly. Though quiet, the echo picks up their words just fine. " There's always someone listenin'. Clearly, " they look over at the stranger curiously. " My regular audience just... Can't really reply. "

Bones shifts awkwardly, taking the risk of turning their head so they can look back down at the ripples in the water they create with their toes. " You're... Not a Pirate, not a Lost Boy. So, who are you? " They seem to be talking to themself more than her, but it's an open question nonetheless.

[blackdirtinthestreet]

dine with me. - rufio

The bluntness of the request was only fitting for Rufio, however it still managed to stir some anxiety in Bones. Rufio is certainly the most... Unpredictable of the Lost Boys. Bones knows him to just be another boy at heart, however his vision is clouded, he finds a way to see red amongst all the lovely greenery of Neverland. Fighting for the attention of Peter... A game Bones is not absolved from playing, however they never take it further than needed for their position.

Being on Rufio's good side is preferable, but more than that, Bones would like to consider him a friend. There is a moment of hesitation before they move, but they do take a seat next to Rufio with their bowl of soup, offering Rufio a friendly smile.

" What's up, my guy? " They shuffle, getting comfortable, acting casual though they're monitoring Rufio quite closely. " You got plans after this? I need to head down to the waterfall, 'n it's best not to go alone, so... "

[blackdirtinthestreet]

❝ are you busy ? i need to talk to you.❞ It's hard to read his expression, since he usually has a stoic, serious look on his face. "It's about the upcoming Battle."

Bones perks up from cleaning up their beloved shovel, wiping away dirt and blood. Their head tilts, wild hair drooping over their shoulder. Beady eyes that seem to descent into infinite darkness meet Bandit as they try to read him. All they can really get is that serious tone, though.

" Yeah? What about it? " They return to trying to rub away some particularly stubborn dirt, attention divided, but present.

[blackdirtinthestreet]

💀 ⟦ STARTER ⟧ 💀

Open to: Anyone! Time: Night Location: Small cave on the side of some hill... Yeah

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As nightfall sweeps a blanket of stars over Neverland, most of the boys bundle up in their respective places in the tree. However, very rarely does Bones go to sleep with the others. Some of the boys joke about how Bones seems nocturnal, others must wonder if they sleep at all with how they seem absent at night and busy during the day. It's of no mind to them, though. If anything, they follow along with it all if it means getting a giggle out of someone.

A thin blanket made of patches of animal furs crudely stitched together drapes their shoulders as they walk in the soft breeze, silhouette barely lit the small torch they carry. The gentle sounds of the night soothe them - crickets chirping, lightly rustling leaves, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline, and the dirt crunching beneath their feet.

They had followed this same path for quite a few nights now, it was becoming one of their favourite spots, though that title would always belong to the graveyard. Twin trees tilting right, a stack of rocks with one fallen to the north... All sorts of little things they remembered that lead to here, a small opening on the side of a hill. Pushing aside some vine, they crawl through a tight passage. It gradually opens up to reveal a small water hole. At night, the bioluminescent fauna light up the water, casting the patterns of the swaying water onto the rocky surroundings.

Bones lets out a long sigh as they seat themselves on the edge between stone and water, sliding off their boots to cast their toes into the water. It's cold, bites at their toes, but it makes them feel alive. As their movement creates ripples, the reflections become a show of mystical waves, almost hypnotic.

Wrapping the blanket around themselves a little tighter, Bones watches the stone ceiling, a light musical hum rising out of them. They're not sure where this melody came from... Leading them to believe it must be from their time in the other place. What does it mean that it has stuck with them? They don't remember any lyrics, just the tune. Their soft voice echoes through the cave, into the stone itself, reciting it back to them almost in a harmony. Their brows crease as their voice picks up a little, driven by emotion - forlorn, yearning.

The song always ends the same. It fades out, unfinished. They've never been able to remember how it ends, and they're quite sure they never will.

In their crooning, they failed to detect their audience...

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[blackdirtinthestreet]

❝ if you’re always looking for the darkness, you’ll never find the light. ❞

Something in that tone, so preachy... It manages to knick a nerve, a narrow set of eyes steadily on Sawyer. "What're you sayin'?" They're unable to really read what the goal is here. "Maybe if you started looking where you're walkin' instead of up in the sky, blinded by daylight, you won't trip over your own feet as much."

[blackdirtinthestreet]

" But when the cold,

the dark,

and the silence come,

it's like a sudden rush of water,

through your heart and lungs. "

[fadedpagesandworldstages]

╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Random Dialogue Prompts a set of original, generic, random dialogue starter prompts !

❝ sorry, i didn’t realize you could hear me. ❞ ❝ you need to stop interrupting my monologues. ❞ ❝ i didn’t realize you could hear my inner monologues. ❞ ❝ who invited them ? ❞ ❝ who invited you ? ❞ ❝ well, well, look what the cat dragged in. ❞ ❝ you look dreadful. ❞ ❝ this is probably a terrible idea. ❞ ❝ who came up with this idea ? i have some strong words for them. ❞ ❝ that sounds like a ‘ you ’ problem. ❞ ❝ you’ve got to be joking. ❞ ❝ complaints are to be sent to the complaints department. no, that’s not the trash can, what are you talking about ? ❞ ❝ if you ask me, i’m a very trustworthy person. ❞ ❝ have i ever steered you wrong ? ❞ ❝ what could possibly go wrong ? ❞ ❝ how does getting ice cream sound right now ? ❞ ❝ no, we’re not getting takeout on the way home. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how much ice cream it will take to drown my sorrows, but it will probably be a lot. ❞ ❝ do you hear yourself ? ❞ ❝ do you have any idea what time it is ? ❞ ❝ if i wake up to find that every cabinet and door in the house is open, that probably means it’s haunted, right ? ❞ ❝ i told myself not to spend all my money in one place, yet here i am. ❞ ❝ i saw the plushie and i had to have it, i’m sorry. would you like to give them a hug ? ❞ ❝ if a mysterious voice gave me an ominous warning, i’d probably listen to it. ❞ ❝ if a mysterious voice gave me an ominous warning, i probably wouldn’t listen to it. ❞ ❝ daisy chain making is so much harder than the stories make it seem. ❞ ❝ do you believe in miracles ? ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting for so long to hear you say that. ❞ ❝ i missed you, you know. ❞ ❝ were you always this ( handsome / beautiful ) ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ ❝ if you’re always looking for the darkness, you’ll never find the light. ❞ ❝ magic is all around us. it always has been. ❞ ❝ shh. do you hear that ? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you. ❞ ❝ are you busy ? i need to talk to you. ❞ ❝ here, let me hold you. i’ll protect you. ❞ ❝ look, a shooting star ! did you make a wish ? ❞ ❝ i’m here, okay ? i’m here. it’s alright. you’re safe with me. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know that you could sing. ❞