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@darkpassengered
And I am myself. And I am another.
Patti Smith, from Birds of Iraq (via wishbzne)
*: ・゚✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”
𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 , 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 , 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝙸'𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁 indie & selective necromancer oc written by fen .
“ you know, you could’ve gotten me out of there sooner.” @daethr
the cold, hard stare dozens of miami cops possessed filled the otherwise warm conference room. smells of black coffee & blue inked pens writing along crisp, white red-lined pieces of paper framed the typical monday morning of the miami metro police department. ( a few yawns, some eye-rolls, as if they had better things to do than listen to a case report on the Drug Store Murders presented by my dear sister. i’d make them all listen if i could, because she’s right on the money. ) the clues, the evidence, it all pointed to a homicide involving two suspects. along with with the drug store clerk victim there was another body whom debra speculated was the other half to the murders. ( a sort of BETRAYAL in the game. the dice rolled and debra played her move ) . with the meeting over, dexter chewed into his sandwich, sweat beading from his forehead.
❛ i think you nailed it. every detail was spot on. you even had la guerta’s attention, she was REELING off every word you said. ❜
Despite having considered myself a monster for as long as I can remember, it still comes as a shock when I’m confronted with the depth of evil that exists in this world. INDIE / SELECTIVE / MULTIVERSE
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𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 , spoken to as if he doesn’t spot the inconsistencies to the other man’s excuses . . . simply expected to go along with it because it would be uncomfortable to say something . impatient mind had grown tired of it & all it took was another excuse by the other male to drag a scoff from his lips , azure irises staying upon dexter . he wonders , for a second , if there was a bigger reason to his coworker’s hesitance to talk , become friends . . . perhaps the rotting corpses that still need to find their way to sea ? donnie wouldn’t have guessed .
❝ what’s your problem ? every time you make an excuse , you’re contradicting ten others . [ . . . ] 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞 , 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 . ❞ / @darkpassengered·
( i’m a very good liar. i’ve mastered the craft for survival. it keeps my priorities at bay, or rather in the bay. i’ve never been good at making friends, let alone being confronted by them ) observing donnie’s frustration, dexter listened. he’s angered his colleague, ditching him constantly. his dark passenger has taken the wheel almost every week, insatiable, with no mercy or thought. empathy keeps him under the radar ; a trait that feels uncomfortable, almost CURSED since rita’s death.
❛ alright ---- that was a dick move. it’s been really ... difficult for me. ❜ ( yes, it has. all i’ve felt is anger and loss. i’ve failed a beautiful, innocent woman and my son. ) ❛ i just wanted to be alone. i could have told you that. ❜ ( but no, because my problems are not the world’s problems, they’re my own. my own personal hell. ) ❛ if you still want to have a drink, i’ll buy. ❜
Despite having considered myself a monster for as long as I can remember, it still comes as a shock when I'm confronted with the depth of evil that exists in this world. INDIE / SELECTIVE / MULTIVERSE
I’m sorry, i was watching dexter and this was apparently young dexter?!!! i’m sorry but yall did him so dirty jkbsksfk
Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
Happy Birthday Travis Barker!
REBLOG IF YOUR MUSE IS A HOT DAD
But it doesn’t matter what I do, what I choose. I’m what’s wrong. This is fate.
Dexter — Season 2 {Sentence Starters}
“I’ll show you evil.”
“I’m, uh… a bad person.“
“It scares the hell out of me.“
“I could have killed you. I didn’t.“
“I really need … to kill somebody.”
“So, how do I make you go away?“
“Why’d you have to go and ruin everything?“
“I think you should give me another chance.“
“What’s really disturbing is that I’m good at it.“
“I knew there was something wrong with you.“
“I am who I am, and nobody’s gonna change that.“
“You finally decided to fight back. I’ve been waiting.“
“Well, if it helps, I can tell you that it’s not your fault.“
“See? You’re lying to yourself if you think you don’t care.“
“You’re going to tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets.“
“Why couldn’t you just leave me to do my work in peace?”
“The secrets, the sneaking around. Now it all makes sense.“
“That’s the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything.“
“I honestly thought I was smarter than that. Rude awakening.“
“My best hope of losing him is to act relentlessly normal. Dull.“
“Hiding such an enormous secret … what burden that’s got to be.“
“They always speak, eventually. Just gotta ask the right question.“
“I’m a little disappointed. But, I know your heart’s in the right place.“
“It has to happen. It’s not what I want. But what I want doesn’t matter.“
“This is the only way I know how to survive. I’m coiled and ready to strike.“
“But when you don’t believe in anything, who do you thank at a time like this?“
“You’re more of a lone wolf. Easier to put down, no one in the pack to miss you.“
“You don’t think there are monsters in this world? You don’t believe that people are evil?”
“You just hop from one lie to the next. No shame, no embarrassment. You just don’t give a shit.“
miscellaneous angst starters.
when were you going to tell me?
you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
that’s…a lot of blood.
can you walk?
please don’t lie to me.
you were supposed to leave.
i’m not going anywhere without you.
shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.
there was nothing more you could have done.
it wasn’t your fault.
this is all my fault.
you aren’t acting like yourself.
i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.
you’re hurting me.
don’t ever do that again.
go to hell.
please don’t cry.
you have to stay awake.
i wish i could take the pain away.
you could have died.
hey – stay with me.
it’ll be over soon.
did you ever love me?
i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.
things won’t always hurt this bad.
you passed out.
how much have you had?
i’m okay. it’s all fine.
it’s not okay! you’re not fine!
let me get you something for the pain.
it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
it’s clearly not nothing.
have you been to the doctor?
i didn’t mean the things i said.
i thought we meant something.
people who are okay don’t act like this.
you don’t have to go through this by yourself.
i don’t want you to be alone.
please don’t regret me.
i heard you crying.
you need to get some rest.
when was the last time you ate something?
i’m worried about you.
did you have another nightmare?
[name], there’s nobody there.
i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.
please talk to me.
why are you mad at me?
alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.
don’t leave me.
did you do this to yourself?
it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.
tell me what’s wrong.
tell me how to make it better.
why don’t you care?
get the hell away from me.
please don’t do this.
i can’t believe that you lied to me.
just…stay for the night.
you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
you can’t die. i won’t let you.
just hang on, okay?
hold my hand if you need to.
i’m sorry.
why do you have a gun?
don’t panic.
just breathe.
you’re bleeding.
i’m trying to stop the bleeding.
you’ve been crying, i can tell.
you should have told me sooner.
i wanted to tell you in person.
a phone call would’ve been nice.
i hate you.
i love you.
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
BLOOD. GLORIOUS BLOOD. plastic sheets stained with deep merlot wrapped inside garbage bags were a marvelous sight. paired with the orchestra of a thousand tiny blood splotches clustered into one large picture of a blemished knife, or two, or three. a butcher blade, a butcher knife, anything molded to a sharp edge. if it could pierce the flesh through layers & layers of tape it was utilized often. the weapon of destruction depends on each kill ; who they are, what they did, time & the severity of my dark passenger. quenching his thirst requires the perfect execution. nothing could be missed, every little detail needed to be in place. THAT’S THE PERFECT KILL. then, he can rest ---- until the hunger strikes again.
into the misty cold weather, a puff of air swirls as he sighs with gratification. another murderer off the streets & into the slides of dexter’s TROPHY BOX. into the woods, into the middle of nowhere, into black bags, & inside the trunk of my car. this is the intermission of the night ; the finale will come soon enough. within the silence of nature & her quiet river streaming in the distance, dexter felt peace.
the kill was messy. blood caked upon his cheeks & all along the confines of his shirt. he’d be able to wash away the blood, but the shirt needed to be discarded as soon as possible. blood is truly thicker than water. evidence hidden away from the world, dexter takes the opportunity to run over to the hidden river. bent down & ready to clean his face, ears catch a rustling inside the wood. he swiftly stands, aware he is alone & unarmed. who could be lurking out there? will you be joining my MASQUERADE of garbage bags?
@ironclad