ㅤ

𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝐸𝐹𝑇 𝐴 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝐸? ⁽ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵉᵗᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᶤᵐᵃᵍᶤᶰᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˀ ⁾

[deathmarked-a1]

#𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑫.    independent & private  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. blog will contain heavy topics such as  (  but not limited to  ):  murder, gore, cannibalism, stalking, obsessions, etc.  follow at your own discretion. 𝟐𝟎+ 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀.   —   as written by jay  (  28,  he/him  ). est. june 2019. permanently low activity.

 *     𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.    |    𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍.     | 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘. | 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.

𝐶𝑈𝑅𝑅𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐼𝑇𝑌 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸𝑆:

𝑉𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑂 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑆;

arthur morgan: red dead redemption ii. john marston: red dead redemption ii. astarion ancunin: baldur's gate 3. james sunderland: silent hill 2. ellie williams: the last of us I&II. nathan drake: uncharted.

𝑇𝑉 & 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝑀;

hannibal lecter: hannibal.

𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑀𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆;

elliott witt. revenant.

[deathmarked-a1]

hi

[deathmarked-a1]

had to remake! i'm over at @deathmarked like usual.

[deathmarked-a1]

hi

[deathmarked-a1]

had to remake! i'm over at @deathmarked like usual.

[deathmarked-a1]

hi

[dellamuertos-a]

jay's blogroll :^) (aka where to find me now that i've got a bit more energy to do writing):

@dellamuertos — lucanis dellamorte from datv (moderate activity). @weavrot — gale dekarios from bg3 (moderate activity). @fortrauma — leon kennedy from resident evil (low activity). @deathmarked — multimuse (low activity).

[weavrot-a]

* 𝐿𝐸𝑇 𝑀𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝐼𝑅 𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸.

[deathmarked-a1]

starter call, please specify a muse.

[stdismas]

Arthur Morgan in Red Dead Redemption II (2018)  

[deathmarked-a1]

∘ @deathlace ( astarion ancunin ) › It’s a tender, silent gesture, the way a cold hand comes to raise, cradling the face of his beloved. Life was so uncertain, the closer to their destination, the more death and the devil himself seemed to breathe down their necks. Why he would not take such moments for granted, and though the gesture was silent- it spoke louder than any fluffy conversation he could have made up. Instead, his thumb would trail down the wisping lines beneath his eye, along his cheek, admiring the way it moved down his neck. He’d stared at it a hundred times- but if there was one thing he could never tire of, it was admiring the man he held to now. The heart that beat, the warmth he provided, the freckles on his skin, the wrinkles at the edges of his eyes as he’d smile- every detail he would try to memorize, for fear that one day, their dreams of the future would not become reality. Why fingers would curl around his nape, tangles of dark locks trapped between pale fingers- long nails pressing into skin, but never enough to break  nor draw blood. If anything, it brought urgency, enough to make his heart race as he’d pull him in, lips meeting his own with a tenderness that was for his eyes alone. Loving, gentle, as he’d let their brows meet with a gentle sigh.

HANDS FIND PURCHASE 'PON SLENDER HIPS, thumbs brushing ever so gently over the jut of sharp bone there. hard would it be to draw his gaze away from the man that stood before him where he sat; legs resting on either side of the spawn's lithe frame. moments like this, however far & few between they were as of late ( given the circumstances of their predicament ), were ones he could only hope they'd get to see more of once all was said & done. assuming they survived. assuming he survived. hence why he'd CHERISH the quiet they were so scarcely allowed ( what, between the emperor, the bloody devil breathing down their necks, the back and forth demands for alliance ship from gortash & orin ); an opportunity to bask in the attention that astarion granted him when they found themselves alone.

head remains tilted back as fingers wove through dark strands, his eyes not once leaving the set of PIERCING REDS just above him; his hands grazing their way up to slim waist before rounding their way around to the small of other's back, finding purchase there, instead. & it's with ease that body readily leans closer as he's pulled in, eyelids falling shut as he returns the kiss with fervor ( yet still allowing it to remain just as tender ); a hand rising from prior place to fit itself at the junction of astarion's neck and jaw. & it's with a sigh of his own that he settles his weight into the spawn as foreheads come to meet .. if only temporarily.

hand falling towards his chest, it's with a gentle push that gale creates a space betwixt them both once more; just enough for dark gaze to meet with striking reds above. just enough to search astarion's expression for something. anything. a hint of calm to quell the EVER GROWING DREAD that buried itself within his own heart as time, once so seemingly infinite, seemed to be dwindling by the day. a sign that things would be alright. a reassurance. & despite the worry that would make itself present 'pon his own expression, words that fall betwixt his lips fail to match the feeling that overwhelmed.

❝   —i love you.   ❞ voice remains soft in the otherwise quiet of the inn they temporarily resided in, & the smallest curve of a smile graced the corners of his lips.

[deathmarked-a1]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: jay.

roleplayer pronouns: he / him.

muse name: i got a lot here :') it'll be a long list to name them all. otherwise i got leon kennedy over at @fortrauma & lucanis dellamorte over at @dellamuertos.

preferred communication: discord for sure, given how much i blog hop around or am simply just not on tumblr.

experience: in total? i've been doing this roleplay thing for 14 years since 2010 on some forum website, but i've been on tumblr since 2011.

preferred roleplay type: if we're talking length wise, i definitely prefer to do multi para stuff cause it's really hard for me to get all my thoughts and details out in just a couple of sentences or a paragraph. if we're talking like genre though, man... i'm a real sucker for angst.

pet peeves & dealbreakers: i don't think i have too many? one would be when people don't allow others to treat this like a hobby and hound you or rush you for replies. another would be when people start unnecessary drama on the dash or make unnecessary callouts towards those they had disagreements with rather than keeping that stuff private. deal breakers are the obvious hard no's that i have listed in my rules, and people who give ultimatums to partners because they don't like a certain person (over petty drama) that their partner writes with.

plots or memes: i enjoy both! memes are definitely easiest for first time interactions if ideas are sparse or non-existent at the time, but i also really do love plotting.

are you like your muse?: there are a lot of muses that i write here that i would say i have similarities to, and there are muses here that i write that i don't have anything in common with.

tagged by: @roseguided ( thank you! ) tagging: @transistorized, @sunfate, @embodies, @torntruth, or anyone who sees this :^)

[prkh-archived]

the glance she offers to the hand clasped over hers prompts a squirm behind her optic nerve — when she looks up, the eye contact is short-lived. she’s unsure if she should even give a reason for how she looks away ... if she even had the words for it. ( THERE’S MORE MOVEMENT : now pressing against her temporal lobe ) and if she wasn’t so used to it by now, she might have flinched … instead, it’s a stark, conveniently timed reminder that it needs numbing. it’s subtle, the way ramya turns to face the bar top as deft fingers return to the neck of her cider glass. it’s bold and glacé on her tongue … cold in her throat. easy to drink, and apparently, quick to do its job.

❝ there’s no culprit if there’s no crime, mate. i like company. ❞ typically, on her own terms — but it’s an oxymoron to her to seek solitude in public. as lacking as her company appeared, she fails to equate being alone to loneliness [ … ] and enjoying her passive hobby of people watching tends to take both birds out with a single stone. the tiefling elf laughs and her eyes return to study gale, ❝ i didn’t look like a weirdo though, eh? tell me you’re here cause i’m pretty and not out of pity. ❞

[deathmarked-a1]

IT'S A RELIEF, to say the very least .. knowing company isn't unwarranted ( nor unwanted ). & confirmation of such is enough to bring forth a huffed laugh as said relief washes over him like a wave. sociable as he may seem, he's nothing if not UNWILLING to impose where presence is considered unwelcome ( blame it on the self-chosen solitude he'd been subjected to prior to resent misadventures ). though any residual doubt is dissolved at the sound of gentle laughter by her, his gaze meeting her own as words fall betwixt her lips— & he's half the mind to feign hurt at her comment.

❝   i can assure you, my reason for being here is far from being out of pity.   ❞ lest he were to equate solitude with the need for sympathy ( something to which even he would loathe, given his own situation ). ❝   as for pretty,   ❞ a pause, & once more are lips tugging into a smile; soft laughter falling betwixt them as gaze drops away briefly in a show of bashfulness. ❝   i won't deny that you are, though to call it my reason for being here would also be false. i'm here simply out of the desire for good company.   ❞ another pause, & gaze is returning to match her own. ❝   —tell me i'm correct to assume that to be true with you.   ❞

[embodies]

❛ whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. ❜ — @deathmarked. ( arthur morgan / dutch van der linde )

ASK MEME TAG. ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

❛ well, aren't you chipper today, arthur. ❜ his words scream of pleasant surprise, has seen the glimmers of doubt in mr. morgan before today. but if he can just instil a little faith, maybe they will all be alright after all. this declaration of loyalty speaks of promise for a greater world, one where they carry their hope like a torch through the night. he nods his head in sage agreement, reminiscing over the years gone by. ❛ we've had a good run, seen a lot'f good people pass by. you was always there. done a lotta good things, bad things. ❜ like an old man's mumblings, disjointed and riddled with nostalgia for the good old days. ❛ but you was always there over the years. these folks appreciate that, son — i appreciate that. ❜ he lets the weight of that gratitude sit and simmer, steady gaze and a meek smile. humble in a land of western egos.

❛ we'll be alright. ❜

[deathmarked-a1]

HE ALMOST FEELS A GLIMMER OF SORROW, words spoken towards the older holding but a sliver of the truth ( & spoken more so as a means to avoid recent hysterics the gang had bore witness to in the passing weeks ); like lying to an old friend— yet at dutch's reassurance of them being alright .. consider it old habit, but there's a hesitant desire to believe that it could be true, despite knowing things were only on a steep road downhill from here. they were getting sloppier with every move made. they'd been found once before ( more than once ), it was only a matter of time before they were found yet again— & when that time came, he feared there'd be no going back. still, he'd stay true to his word, standing with dutch as he ALWAYS had .. lest the point of no return came sooner than anticipated.

❝   i trust y'er judgement, dutch.   ❞ despite his own. ❝   you've pulled us outta rough spots before,   ❞ a pause, & words are followed by a sigh exhaled through his nose; weight shifting from one side to the next. rough spots, yes. they'd recovered from blackwater perhaps better than they should've— the amount of CASUALITIES SUFFERED, however .. not even then compared to recent times. ❝   i'd like t' believe you'll do it again.   ❞

[edenmemes]

resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this…for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you…but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second… ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn…i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened…i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ ❝ this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. ❞ ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork…doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question…have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[roseguided-arch]

𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. mary shrugs off her sweater to be placed on the back of kitchen chair, shoes slid off of her feet beside the door before walking back into the kitchen, hand already working on taking a few things out of the bags & sat down on the counter. then, a pain right behind her eyes ... something that felt like it'd been building the entire day. a pressure all around her skull, a stabbing ache behind her eyes & in the front of her head. it makes her halt, makes her palms press against the kitchen counter to take a few deep breaths to try & steady herself until the pain passed. what was going on with these headaches, recently ? it had to be the change in the weather, in the ease on of cold & turning leaves. the sound of the front door opening, familiar jingle of keys, makes eyes snap open & her body lean to the side to peak through the door. ❛ james, honey, is that you ? ❜ asked in as up beat, but tired, tone as she could manage for the day. ❛ you're home early. i didn't even get the chance to start cooking yet. ❜

[ * @deathmarked gets a starter ! > for james sunderland. ]

[deathmarked-a1]

HE'S QUIET 'PON ENTERING SHARED HOME, easing the door shut behind himself with a soft click as keys absent-mindedly jingle off his finger; hazel eyes peering 'round the entry way before their attention is directed towards the kitchen at the sound of her voice. & it's with leisure steps that he walks towards the room, his voice projected just so as he calls out in return, ❝   —yeah, it's me.   ❞ eyes meet mary's gaze, then; lips curving ever so slightly upward in SILENT GREETING as he moves forth to set keys down 'pon the counter; hands immediately busying themselves with the bags placed on its surface & unpacking their contents.

❝   we managed to finish things earlier than expected, so rather than starting something new, the boss decided to let us leave for the day—   ❞ a pause, his hands then gesturing between himself & the room they stood within. ❝   so, here i am.   ❞ a soft huff of a laugh is exhaled out, his attention turning from the groceries back towards her once more. ❝   at least now i can help you with dinner preparations .. unless you're planning to shoo me out.  ❞

[serialcannibal]

goodbye. ; for @writinghannibal

[embodies]

❛ we should feel something. we've killed and it's murder. ❜ — @deathmarked. ( amélie lacroix / genji shimada )

BONES AND ALL PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

he gives pause to her statement, never one to reply brashly and without adequate thought and reflection. his journey has been a poignant one : from the shimada clan to near death, blackwatch to talon. sometimes he queries whether his life could have turned out differently, then envisages the whirlwind he has always been caught up in. he is the eye of the storm. but to feel something, an impossible task. he is cyborg, destined to kill — until all things turn to rust. to be enhanced and modified to talon's needs, an unstoppable agent the same as she. for they are two humans made unto weapons, he the blade and she the scope. together, their force is limitless. who would have guessed their idle coffee talks consisted of this ? they have killed, this is fact. but feeling, that is an ever more subjective thought he is not necessarily privy to. not anymore. hasn't felt for a long time.

❛ since when are you concerned with anything we should do ? ❜

quirk of his brow is not visible beneath his visor but he likes to think the cant of his head that accompanies betrays his idle curiosity. the infamous widowmaker, surely not experiencing guilt ? it is tantalising to consider though, for if she is capable of emotions ( she who killed her own husband, ever so similar to the shimada that left his brother for dead ) then perhaps he is, too. these musings may be revisited later however, in private. he'll be damned to reveal such vulnerabilities to another agent.

❛ don't tell me you're going soft. after all we've done. ❜

[deathmarked-a1]

POSTURE REMAINS LAX WHERE SHE SITS, perched, with one leg crossed over the other ( giving way to what would likely be seen as unlikely casual conversation between the pair to any onlookers ); her expression unreadable. unimpressed. save for the minute twitch of a brow that could've been read as curiosity of her own, by those who knew her well— a miniscule response in kind to the cant of his head; to the question asked. SHE WASN'T CONCERNED. maybe that was the problem. it's enough to provoke a train of thought at the idea .. if only for a moment.

❝   it's not a concern, merely an observation.   ❞ her voice quiet, monotone; her words spoken quick between minute pause. body shifts, then. glove-clad hands bracing against the surface of makeshift perch as she moves to stand; heels clicking 'pon the floor to mark her decent. the two of them were more alike than she would ever care to admit aloud. just two people, made into weapons. CONDITIONED TO STRAY FROM EMOTIONS. still, she isn't unaware of where he began— where he came from. her prior statement wasn't intended as a means to show concern on her own behalf, but rather see if she could PROVOKE such a reaction out of him. she's almost thrilled to see it's failed.

❝   no, never.   ❞ that would go against the meticulously crafted design intended for her. ❝   —but we were not always this way.   ❞ vibrant yellows hold a steady, scrutinizing gaze 'pon him, a quiet hum filling the brief silence between them. ❝   as i said .. it was merely an observation.   ❞