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[dev1l]

[ DAWN . 红秋昕 ] mc of love & deepspace. reimagined as a horror oc.

UNCANNY WOMAN. you came back wrong, too much death-rot wormed into the marrow. the body is cold but an eerie song keeps swaying like a corpse on a noose & the tinny of flies. they lay eggs on your rigored tongue before crawling out your vessel with the horrible truth. who are you really ? that fugue state in your head persists. YOU CANNOT REST UNTIL YOU KNOW.

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[dev1l]

m.c. of love and deepspace? oh yeah that actually stands for major cunt . ok thank yew.

[co1onel]

@dev1l

The realization didn't dawn so much on Caleb as it denotated; a silent, shattering blast that shifted the world on its axis. One moment, he was endeared by the warmth of their conversation, that familiar, steady hum from his childhood, before everything came apart; yet in the next, an icy, razor-sharp blade cuts through his senses like an animal waiting to be processed, a clarity that said: This person didn't care if he lived or died, she was just using him.

A warm, empty laugh escaped his lips, as void as a black hole.

In a way, he's grateful for Dawn's companionship, he really does. Their reunion had made him smile unwittingly to himself in a long while, one that wasn't defined by what comes after if he didn't do it. He could recall a time in the past, the familiarity of that moment when the Commander issued an official statement. Habitable bridges are live, connecting two space stations. Families, friends, and lovers, united. He'd breathed in deeply, inhaling the cool, dead air of the void. His mind pacing out, feeling the Commander's voice getting further and further until he was deep in the earth's core. Everyone had someone, and he'd thought of Dawn.

His gaze flitted towards the one he'd known for most of his childhood. The one he'd spent years chasing after yet left him feeling overwhelmingly unrewarded.

Look at her, being completely fine. You're drowning in here, and she's checking her social media.

"It must be pretty nice, isn't it?" A soft, cordial hum escapes his lips, barely masked by performative laughter. "... To know that no matter how badly things go, someone will always be there to catch you."

Go on, princess. The voice in his head said autonomously. Pretend that you have no idea that the room is freezing.

Caleb laughs again. His voice trembled with an uneven tone. He can't tell whether it was nervousness or simply the sound of his larynx cracking. He toys with the magnet stones in his palm, its grating, distracting sound filling in the gaps between the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. "You've build the idea that I will always be there, that my loyalty is automatic." A flicker of something cold flashes in his gaze. He clicks his tongue, "Don't assume I won't leave."

[dev1l]

" ... nice? " you scoff, eyes venomous. your index finger keep scrolling , latching onto that automatic behaviour like a lifeline, so that you appear half - okay to the dumbass trying to pick a fight. " like, i know you were prolly dropped on the fucking head as a baby, but you cannot call what you did ' nice. ' "

you're fuming. caleb comes back with a solution to hold over your head, & all of a sudden, you're supposed to forget? that horrible emptiness - the sudden person-shaped hole of your brother / best-friend in your life that was wrenched from you & refixed just as fast - that shit's gonna stick with you forever. somehow, caleb expects things to just be back to normal, like la - dee - dah , we all hold hands and skip into the fucking sunset? no way.

" i think anyone with half a thought about loyalty would have thought twice about playing dead, to be honest. but maybe you're just a little dumb? idk. " you're always meaner when you're scared. " trust me, you don't need to tell me twice. i said i forgave you already, so stop being annoying. "

ever since caleb's fucked off in the name of protecting you, that's all you ever assume. like one day you wake up & walk around the house and it's like he never existed at all. it snaps something fragile in your chest - something you can't really decipher. instead of doing all the mental gymnastics, it's much more satisfying to throw your phone against the wall. yeah. you're satisfied to watch it shatter and die.

" dude. shut the fuck up for one second, i can't stand you. if you wanna leave, just leave already - maybe kill yourself for real while you're at it, so i don't have to your ugly ass face again. "

[dev1l]

[ DITCHED ] for my muse's friends to ditch them at the party & your muse finds them [ caleb ]

☠️ @co1onel .

you pivot on your heel as pool - grey eyes land on familiar features . a smirk carves your lips as you eye the man of the hour , isolated among the crowd . a performative snicker slips past glossed lips , drawing his attention right before you splay down next to him , all sweat slicked & out of breath from the dance floor. deliberately , you shove him with a bony knee to edge out his sofa space. " aww. what happened to all of your cronies ? they ditch you or something ? " you poke his uniformed arm, amused by the lack of response, " i told you, you should've come with me instead . it would've been way more fun - we could have coordinated outfits and everything. "

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ college party scenarios.

feel free to combine prompts! add ' reverse ' to switch roles! warnings for: alcohol, weed, drugs, sex.

[ SHOT ] my muse takes a shot with your muse

[ CRASHING ] for my muse to crash the party & yours to find them

[ ROOFTOP ] for my muse to find yours on the rooftop taking a breather

[ SMOKE ] for my muse to offers yours a cigarette ( or a blunt )

[ TOAST ] for my muse to make a toast to yours

[ EDIBLE ] for our muses to both ingest weed via an edible someone else brought ( with or without knowing! )

[ BOTTLE ] for my muse to spin the bottle & it lands on yours

[ WASTED ] for my muse to stumble into yours while wasted

[ BEDROOM ] for my muse to invite yours to the bedroom for a quiet spot... for whatever reason!

[ ENVY ] for my muse to see yours dancing with someone else

[ PONG ] for our muses to play beer pong

[ SHOVE ] for my muse to, literally, shove yours

[ DANCE ] for my muse to ask yours to dance

[ MIX ] for my muse to accidentally grab your muse's drink

[ REGRET ] for our muses to make a bad decision together ( up to you what kind! )

[ FLASH ] for my muse to take an embarrassing photo of your muse

[ DITCHED ] for my muse's friends to ditch them at the party & your muse finds them

[ HIGH ] for my muse to be in an altered state ( euphoric, overwhelmed, tripping, or otherwise vulnerable ) & yours to help them out

[ AUX ] for my muse to hijack the music to dedicate a song to your muse

[ COUCH ] for my muse to crash on the couch next to yours

[ SPILL ] for my muse to spill their drink on yours

[ FIGHT ] for our muses to get into a public shout-fest at the party

[ MISTAKE ] for our muses to have a drunken hook-up

[ LOST ] for my muse to lose their friends & run into yours

[ STASH ] for our muses to find someone's hidden supply ( of drugs, liquor, or maybe just snacks? )

[ AVOID ] for my muse to attempt to avoid your muse at the party & fail miserably

[ SHIRTLESS ] for my muse to walk in on yours without their shirt on ( maybe a dare, maybe something else? ;) )

[ WITNESS ] for my muse to witness yours doing something embarrassing, naughty, or worse!

[ DARE ] for my muse to dare yours to do something at the party

[ CRYING ] for my muse to be crying in the bathroom & yours to find them there

[ LINE ] for our muses to meet in line ( for drinks or the bathroom! )

[ DIAL ] for my muse to drunk dial yours

[ STRIP ] for my muse to have to strip down because of a party game ( strip poker? truth or dare? )

[ HEATED ] for our muses to have a heated moment in the midst of the party

[ DRIVER ] for my muse to be playing designated driver & not drinking for your muse

[ BLACKOUT ] for my muse to black out & interact with your muse without any memory of it the next day

[ CLOTHING ] for my muse to need to borrow clothes from yours

[ SNACKS ] for my muse to find snacks for your muse

[ TEXT ] for my muse to send a text to yours while at the party

[ 3 AM ] for our muses to slip out after the party & grab food

[dev1l]

[ HEATED ] for our muses to have a heated moment in the midst of the party

@muraenide / jade. 🔪

tongue clicks as you down the rest, gait tad uneven as you find that highlighter - blue head in the crowd. just a sight of that smug face gets you pissed. right beside him, you toss the mostly empty beer bottle onto the table, watching it bounce & roll off with an arterial spray of fizzy liquid across the wood grain. lazily, your eyes return, getting all up in his face to say, " leech, scared i'll ruin your kill streak or what? you gotta problem with sending me on missions? the paperwork is killing me, dude. i trained to fight , not to tick boxes. " grabs him by the shoulders & shakes him slightly, as if to channel all the frustration into him. " what the hell do you have against me huh?! " tsks. " can't believe they put you in fuckin' management, shit's soo unfair. "

[dev1l]

more verses. ( going to refine these for my verse page but just word vomit for now. bear with it )

vamp ver: basically 1600s verse to match zayne's priest verse??? >:3 new vamp who doesn't know who turned her. does not have a coven but she hunts & hides well enough so she doesn't get targeted by humans or other vamps. tattoo artist by day but she uses the store as her hunting grounds at night.

breaking bad: similar to jane. would be a user, growing up in a family who didn't provide her any support / understand her need for support during her addiction. runs away from her family to join the gangs & gets involved in dealing.

outlast: part of the outlast 2 satanic splinter group 'heretics' & a follower of val. falls pregnant with child & harbours the delusion of hastening judgment day by giving birth to the antichrist.

[dev1l]

Something sails through the air, a fussy, round-ish item with a blend of grey and peach. Harold's eyes watch as it fly with clear amusement, his faint, signature smirk on his lips. He expects her to catch it. "One of my patrons presented this to me in today's meeting." A laugh, loud, mocking, and piercing, as he gestures with a hand when it lands on her lap with clear intention: it's a 'gift' for her, or as close as a gift a Revivian would offer a lowly human being. "And hence, I am suddenly made aware this is how you humans court humour. Look at the little beast. I have no use for it, so you can have it. I believe my patron called it.... Labubu?" He shrugs. "Whatever that means. It's an awful tongue twister." [ from harold ]

" the hell ... ? " you catch the errant object in a fist, turning it around to look at the doll. innocuous little thing; wide eyes and jagged teeth - though you can never be too sure with harold. eyes narrow, " 's this a trick? did you put a tracking device in it or something? " shakes it, as if that'd reveal some device within. harold would be craftier than that. " ... it's cute though, so thanks. i guess. " even if it's useless to the revivian, it's cute trash. you're keeping it.

[dev1l]

starter call.

[ofcerberus]

moby draws out a soft and playful gasp, mouth open and corners drawing into a proud smile. "did you just admit you think i'm cute, dawnsy?" she closes in again, body snapping forward to eat up the little distance between them until she's caging her in between her arms and the wall. moby feels the barrel against her chest and hardly minds, can't easily focus on anything else besides grinning at her girl with sharp teeth and a competitive fire in her eyes. gaze sweeps up and down over the other's face, taking in those pretty eyes, that cute nose and monstrous grin befitting a devil.

if it weren't for her scent, moby would be sure she was facing kin in a pretty meat suit. "and lose to you? i'll eat you up, sweet heart." pupils widen, ink spilling in blue water. blackened tongue traces over her teeth and drips with want for flesh and blood and maybe, she's also wondering what dawn tastes like, too. "let's go. i'm hungry or do you want to keep stalling your inevitable loss~?"

[dev1l]

" i have eyes, duh. " you say, about to walk off; nothing more satisfying than ignoring her in times like these. like fish on a lure, moby retaliates, bullying you into a corner. dark eyes graze over your silhouette like a caress, & you can't quel the self-satisfied smirk. barrel of your gun traces the soft line of moby's throat, pressing down into the divot of her chest. " down girl. are you done fishing for compliments or do you need more? "

" ... please, save the eating for later. " you say, reluctantly dragging your fantasizing gaze from her lips to tug at her hair, a brief instigation to test the waters. " let's go. don't cry when i wipe the floor with you, m'kay. "

[dev1l]

❝You aren't very well-liked here, aren you?❞ His long and slender fingers curl around her throat, he lifts her into the air, grimacing when her toes leave the ground, ignoring her protests. Not like she can speak with her windpipe squeezes to non-existence. ❝Shall I release you from that pain? Maybe in your reincarnation, you might be born a princess, that would be a happy-ending for us both, don't you think ~ ?❞ Well, it's a shame. He thought she might be someone who sticks, but he's already bored and she knows a little too much. He can't really let someone like this to fester into a loose end of their own, can he?

His heart flutters when he hears her choke on her own spit, both of her hands wrapped tightly around his, but a human can never beat an alien when it comes to raw strength. He regrets to tell her that struggling is pointless. It's not until he meets her eye with the intention to send her off, something strikes back at him. Something that felt like heated iron rods puncturing through his eye. Something in Harold panics — an emotion a Revivian should never have felt by right of birth. Fear? He feels a shiver through his hand and that his right eye is burning. He drops her to the ground to clasp a hand over his eye. What the hell was that? He thinks. ❝Ugh, it hurts.❞ Not even when he was torn apart and incinerated did he felt so much pain. That's impossible! ❝W-what are you? You are not really human... are you?❞ [ from Harold ! ]

there's no air. you can barely see with the red in your eyes, blood vessels burst from the pressure, flowery veins like the growth & decay of fungi, spreading all over your consciousness & making it difficult to think. he's speaking, mouth moving around syllables with that ever-present smirk, but you can't hear beyond the ringing of your ears. he meets your eyes, flinches, before gravity, weightless to weighted, pulls you into a heap onto the floor, a smack into reality as you see stars.

a cough, forceful exhales of blood flecks onto the floor. you don't know what possessed him to stop, but there's a new wariness in the hunch of his posture. that lapse in motion is enough, & you scrabble backwards like an animal, putting space between the two of you. still clutching your neck shakily, you croak out, " what are you saying? " & despite the mix of emotions, all the resentment that's building in you from the violence, you have no other option but him. you ask with shards lingering in throat, " what did you see ? "

[dev1l]

@wh0rehome / AMARANTH🔪

the trip back from the facility had been a blur. you remember cleaning yourself up of grime & blood then going to bed, but that all felt like a fugue - a bad dream. ten hours later, still not full-rested, you find amaranth idling near the fireplace, the chill of outside frost starting to seep into the mansion. wordlessly, you hand a weapon to her: an olive branch. maybe there needs to be a greater push before the shakiness between the two of you crumble like a stack of cards. " ... train with me? "

[dev1l]

starter call.

[dev1l]

don't leave me alone, even if you die. follow me as a ghost. haunt me. - Viper

@misericordiis / VIPER🔪

" you're the one who's going to die first. " words emerge bitter & vaguely threatening, but mostly ugly-sounding because it's none other than the truth. does he remember? or are you the one with the false impression? days on the run blur into one another, a fugue dream splotched by emotional impressions, barely enough for a silhouette to form. you reach out to grab him, collar / neck / palm, it doesn't matter. he feels solid & tangible under the your grasp, the only thing you know is real. " but that doesn't matter; you'd follow me anyway, like an annoying stalker ghost. "

[noviadigital]

lexie liu “FFFFF” 5/28

[dev1l]

❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜ [ from harold ]

@revivianne / HAROLD🔪

" you always do, hal. " a barely there touch on his cheek. all the power's gone his head; he doesn't remember what he took from you to get there. pearlescent jewels snaking around your head, figure-head queen & yet, all of you is his to control, heritage indubitably setting you apart. you have clawed a space for yourself in this unfamiliar landscape but there is never enough. you will not be enough. still, hand cups around your stomach, at unholy life taking root like a hydra. your trump card. settles back into the plush velvet of the lounge chair with your feet landing on the ottoman, " that's never stopped me. "

for a moment, the bubble of tranquility in the room almost feels almost real. domestic. you know better than that. " once i have him ... " you mull over the words. you don't know how to feel about being kept here, nor about being set free. leaving a caged animal to their own devices would be no different from committing it to slow death. the walls of the cage are closing in. at the end of the tunnel, harold's wide, ambitious maw is there waiting. you've never been this reluctant to die. " what are you going to do with me? am i another loose end, another item to cross of your list on your path to dictatorship? "

[dev1l]

wait for me? i think i'm getting better.

@kckuhaku / MADDIE🔪

you're impressed. to be honest, she's better at melee than you are. diligence has her improving in leaps & bounds, & you suppose that the difficulty of mastering this weapon made it all the more attractive to challenge. you, on the other hand, are too impatient. would rather eat the blows clean than use precious time to predict & dodge the movements to maximize your damage output. after all, what's the fun in staying clean & full health when you're caught up in the grit of a fight? head inclines towards the claymore. " are you thinking about using that for your final exam? you're good at it. "