rp sideblog for Colin from Hellraiser

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[cenobitesurvivor]

indie selective colin from hellraiser || as told by eva

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[cenobitesurvivor]

basstardz​:

@cenobitesurvivor​ / sc

A dude a little bit too shabby. Betelgeuse has seen plenty of them. Usually their shabbiness increases by the end of their contact, but this one seems already shaken enough. The graveyard isn’t a popular place at night if you don’t count satanists or simply goth kids. Perching the tomb like a crow, Betelgeuse calls out to the guy in question.

“Hey kid, you looking for some fun? I can provide some for minimum price. Halloween sale and all that.”

What am I doing here? Matt’s grave is just there, with its useless religious quote chosen by parents who never quite accepted him, and below it the casket is empty. Because no body was found. His thoughts are teetering on the edge of those memories and he doesn’t want to think about it again, he really doesn’t- which is why when his thoughts are interrupted by a gravelly voice, he gladly clings to the distraction.

The guy is crouched on top of a tomb? In the gloom he can’t make out the details, but he sure looks like someone who would jump out at you during the ghost house ride at a carnival. Heh. Always loved Halloween.

“Yeah?” He walks closer, grinning up at the man with, well, frankly an amazing outfit. “Sounds good to me. What you got?” he asks, perhaps a bit more boldly than usual, perhaps a bit more willing to gamble everything for a distraction.

And perhaps it’s just wishful thinking, but his gut feeling says this guy right here, with his striped suit and wild, green hair, is more than capable of keeping him busy.

[cenobitesurvivor]

basstardz​:

@cenobitesurvivor​ / sc

The foul stench of sin attracts the children of Silent Hill like a lamp draws moths in. They flood the corners where the thickest shadow gathers, they crawl under the skin of the town. A newcomer. And among them, he towers. The Executioner, his great knife scraping against the crushed tile of the shopping center.

You never were able to save anyone, but it does not negate your responsibility. It’s the powerlessness that drew you here. Here, God gives what you really desire.

Muscles like steel ropes stiffening, the Punisher swings the weapon at the lost soul.

“It’s time to pay.”

What is this place? How did I get here? Colin’s never had a tendency to sleepwalk, but after Matt died, after the horrors and the nightmares and the constant, seething guilt - sometimes the restlessness makes him move in his sleep. Especially lately, with these dark streets beckoning every time he closed his eyes.

But this is no dream. The place is sick somehow, cold, raw damp seeping into his skin. He shivers, then movement catches his attention. The shadows are alive with scuttling - cockroaches? No something worse - and as revolting as that is, the ominous sound of metal against stone is plenty distracting. And the source of it -

Oh. Oh fuck.

For a heartbeat he’s paralysed at the sight of the massive man, then survival instinct kicks in and he throws himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the giant blade swinging at him. But the words hit him right in the heart.

“Dying isn’t good enough.”

His voice is unsteady but clear as he scrambles to his feet. It’s not that he doesn’t deserve it. But if he’s dead he’ll never be able to help anyone, ever.

[orpheuslament]

i love tragedy i love circular narratives i love ppl who cannot escape their fate & characters that have been dead since the beginning

[helenaferron]

“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”

― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[rpmemesiwanttosee]

Rough Touch Starters

Include context as preferred! Obvious violence implied.

[GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender.

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer.

[FORCE] - Sender forces the receiver to sit in a chair.

[PUSH] - Sender pushes receiver forward roughly.

[PULL] - Sender pulls the receiver’s hair or a part of their body (specify for bald or nonhuman characters).

[CHOKE] - Sender grabs the receiver by the throat.

[PIN] - Sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[RESTRAIN] - Sender forces the receiver’s hands behind their back.

[PIN DOWN] - Sender pins the receiver against the floor or bed.

[CAGE] - Sender shoves the receiver into a cage or cell.

[cenobitesurvivor]

PLOTTING CALL

Smash that ❤️ and I’ll jump into your DMs to plot.

[stabbyresources]

Send ⛈️ to be stuck with my muse during a thunder storm in a cabin in the woods.

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 💋 for my muse to kiss yours

[fountain-of-memes]

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Anything and everything pertaining to your muse and how you depict them.

[vihilum-deactivated20250612]

it’s almost three in the morning. her head’s dropped to Colin’s shoulder since they finished their last movie, his shirt leaving crease marks on her cheek. sometimes, Riley talks all through their shows, pokes fun at the characters, spoils the plot line, rarely does she remain silent. she’s incapable. but something about the softness in the main boy’s eyes reminded her of her brother when they were growing up. it was almost like gazing at a moving image. and it unnerved her to her core. her voice had long since faded. no witty remark. no sarcastic dig at his portrayal. just quiet.

@cenobitesurvivor asked, “you want to talk about it?”

his shirt is wet when she lifts her face up, wiping at her cheeks. she hadn’t noticed she was crying. at first she shakes her head, instinctual to ignore the question, pass it on. but colin is undeserving of being disregarded. when she meets his gaze, her lips purse, her features twist. “do you?” they haven’t talked about it. the elephant they mourn absent from the room. “I’m not good at it,” he knows this about her, her avoidant personality, how she evades the truth, “but I can try.”

[cenobitesurvivor]

"I'm not sure I'm great at it either." Colin gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go, shifting on the couch to face her better. "But I think we ought to try."

He honestly doesn't know where to begin. They lost the same person, but wildly different relationships. But the most fucked up part is how they lost him. It still feels like a nightmare, there's a disconnect to reality that he can't shake. He's lost count of the number of days he's stood in front of the bathroom mirror at four in the morning, tracing the scars on his body to verify reality.

"Sometimes I wake up thinking he's still out there, somewhere." He blurts it out, tossing his guilty, silly hope to hang awkwardly in the air between them. "I know it's impossible", he adds hastily. Is it? a treacherous inner voice pipes up. You never saw his body...

He clears his throat, restlessly picking at a loose threat on his sleeve.

"What about you?"

[stabbyresources]

Send 🕯️to spend the night with my muse in a creepy possibly haunted hotel

[cenobitesurvivor]

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

Effects of having survived the cenobites

Surviving the events in Hellraiser (2022) not only left Colin with scars across his body (from the wires, and one big scar from the blade), but also with a few other effects as a result.

Because being touched by Hell comes with consequences.

Hell vibe. In the sense that creatures/people from Hell will definitely sense that he's got a connection somehow. Other supernatural people/creatures/entities might sense that something is slightly off or different, and may or may not be able to recognize it as Hell related specifically (up to you with your muse ofc)

Supernatural potential. Let's just say the cenobites kicked the door open for supernatural influences. This might take different forms depending on the verse, but it's a very vague potential. A strong intuition? Or perhaps he just notices things that were already there? Who knows.

Now, Colin has no idea.

He'll try very hard to pretend that 🔥everything's fine🔥

[cenobitesurvivor]

‘ i don’t care why it happened. why do you? ’ (from kirsty!)

santa clarita diet sentence starters || @finalgrrrls

He's appalled, at first, at the callousness. Of course I want to know why! I need to know! But as he examines his own thoughts and motivations, so much of them are steeped in fear.

"Because if we don't know why it happened..." He swallows hard. "It can happen to anyone. At any time. And that's terrifying."

He shifts awkwardly, rubbing his neck and looking away as he considers how to explain it.

"I suppose asking 'why' is how I cope with fear." A helpless shrug. "Why did it happen to them? Why did it happen to us - or rather, why did we survive? I don't understand, maybe I never will. Maybe it doesn't matter."

[cenobitesurvivor]

continued from here || @eyeless-smiles

Not being able to sleep is a bitch, but Colin has developed some neat tricks over the years to cope. One of them is late night walks. He knows enough of monsters now, he thinks, to know they give exactly zero fucks about daytime or nighttime. If they're there, they're there, whether you can see them or not. The only reason he's now making his way through darkness of the forest is that nighttime generally means sleep, and sleeping is tricky because... well, nightmares can be persistent, and fucking unreasonable, and even though he's developed a knack for waking up before they start cutting, and even though he knows it's not real -

- he still much prefers walking the quiet streets of the city. Or, in this case, the forest. Although - and he trips on a root as he ponders this - he can't see much in the dark.

To get a bit more space, he moves towards the lake, and the soft sand is much better. He toes off his shoes and socks and rolls up the legs of his trousers so that he can wade out into the blissfully cool water. In the moonlight he can see a tiny bit more than outlines, although not a lot. It allows his thoughts to wander...

"Enjoying the show?"

Fuck!!

"Fuck!" He does an awkward sidestep, arms up protectively until he sees the person in the dark. Not too difficult to make out, actually, not with the pale skin reflecting the moonlight so perfectly. He lowers his hands with a huffed, nervous laugh. Grinning, embarrassed. "If your show had better lighting, I would."

Not a lie. From what he can make out in the darkness, the stranger is frankly ridiculously handsome. He looks away, his smile turning wry.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt any, um, late night skinny dipping."

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  nsfw  !  just  another  assortment  of random  sentences  that  can  be  used  for  smutty  situations.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  relax, and just let me kiss you.  ❜ ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ ❛  i wanna do bad things to you.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna beg for it, baby.  ❜ ❛  me. you. bed. now.  ❜ ❛  i want to taste you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this all day.  ❜ ❛  ready for round two ?  ❜ ❛  you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.  ❜ ❛  do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜ ❛  my words can do a better job of teasing you than my words can.  ❜ ❛  tell me where you want me to touch you first.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ ❛  just looking at you is making me horny.  ❜ ❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me ?  ❜ ❛  you’re not wearing any underwear.  ❜ ❛  it’s not that i’m horny all the time. it’s just that you’re always sexy.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to feel you inside me.  ❜ ❛  tonight, i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  i want you in my mouth.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜ ❛  how does this feel ?  ❜ ❛  you’re not allowed to cum until i say so.  ❜ ❛  tease me until i am begging for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been very bad. i think i need to be punished.  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.  ❜ ❛  you are the biggest turn on.  ❜ ❛  i love it when you put your hands on me.  ❜ ❛  no one makes me as horny as you do.  ❜ ❛  first, i want you to undress me. then i want you to kiss every part of my body.  ❜ ❛  i get so turned on just thinking about last time.  ❜ ❛  just wait till we get home …  ❜ ❛  do you like that ?  ❜ ❛  just lie back and let me take care of you.  ❜ ❛  i love when you talk to me like that.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  i feel so weak and turned on at the same time when i’m in your arms.  ❜

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   THE SANTA CLARITA DIET (PT 1) .   」   * change pronouns as needed .

‘ i feel like my life could still have meaning. ’

‘ if you guys want to kill me, i can’t stop you. ’

‘ good morning, adults! ’

‘ i don’t just run around biting people! ’

‘ destroying the brain is literally the one thing people know about the undead. ’

‘ i always dreamed of being a slower, duller person… ’

‘ i don’t care why it happened. why do you? ’

‘ i used to be high strung and judgy like you. ’

‘ what the fuckity fuck is that!? ’

‘ i decided i need you back in my life. ’

‘ that sounded less great. ’

‘ i don’t want to open a finishing school for the undead. ’

‘ i’m fucking the queen of england! ’

‘ oh, what a cute, weird couple you make! ’

‘ i don’t want to do this alone anymore! ’

‘ i liked not killing people. i’ve always liked it. just forgot how much. ’

‘ killing people is hard. i used to think that was a good thing. ’

‘ good morning, outlaws. ’

‘ i promise not to make a habit out of choking people, okay? ’

‘ we have been erring at the side of incompetence… some of us more than others… ’

‘ i love you. we don’t say that enough. ’ 

‘ thanks, dad. that was uncharacteristically good parenting. ’

‘ that’s kinda my jiggity-jam.’ 

‘ unless they come at you with a knife, you can’t attack them! ’

 ‘ yes, we’re not good at murder. i happen to find that a positive quality. ’

‘ he’s fine. he just saw something on television and is now living his life by it. ’

 ‘ sometimes i slap asses to make a point. ’

‘ so many people place it safe, but not you. ’

‘ there’s a 3% chance we might become lovers. her words. ’

‘ killing and eating people can’t be the only thing that i do. ’

‘ yeah, fuck your dad!’ 

‘ hotcha!’ 

[finalgrrrls]

@cenobitesurvivor​ said:  ❝ Yes, ooo, ahh, it always starts out that way, and then comes all the running and screaming. ❞ (for Kirsty from Colin @cenobitesurvivor - hii!)

❝ you’re telling me, ❞  she murmurs bitterly. the golden edges of the puzzle box glint tantalizingly as she turns it gently in her hands. it’s daring her to mess with it, but kirsty knows better.

her eyes raise to meet his, brows furrowing in concern.  ❝ it didn’t stick you too, did it? ❞

horror media starters | ACCEPTING

[cenobitesurvivor]

He meets her level gaze, giving the serious question the honesty it deserved. 

“No.” He pauses, absentmindedly scratching the scar on his side where Voight stabbed him once. “No, not this time.” He’d hoped he’d never have to see that box again.

“Look, how about we dunk that fucking thing in a vat of concrete and go get a beer?” He hates being this close to it. Not that he thinks for one second that she’d cut him with it, no... it’s just that if they show up. Well. He hopes their memory is as shitty as their social skills.

“Unless... did it get you? Careful!”  He empties his tote bag and offers it to her, sticking his copy of The Mortal Immortal under his arm instead.