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@fellghost
⠴ FELLGHOST ⠦ - a multi - muse blog by ghost . featuring muses from house of the dragon, the arcana, dragon age, and originals.
i am creation, both haunted and holy . carved within the beauty, the darkness in between .
[ CARRD ] ㅤ [ ALEX ╱ SHE THEY ╱ 32 ╱ PST ]
“And if nothing else, I hope the change was kind to you.”
|ㅤ|ㅤ| ㅤ⁽ * ⁾ ㅤ𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗤𝗨𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦, ft. @fellghost.
𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒
(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆
“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”
“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”
“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”
“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”
“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”
“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”
“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”
“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”
“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”
“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓
“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”
“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”
“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”
“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”
“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”
“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”
“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”
“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”
“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”
“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”
𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”
“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”
“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”
“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”
“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”
“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”
“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”
“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”
“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”
“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things
“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”
“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”
“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”
“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”
“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”
“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”
“Stay until the city forgets our names.”
“You look different under the streetlights.”
“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”
“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”
“And their echoes sit alone in a prison made of bone”
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so hear me out: roleplaying is a collaborative effort that relies on improv to move a story forward and A LOT of yall are NOT ready to admit how painfully unwilling you are to improv/adjust/adapt. both in the indie and the rpg scene a lot of yall are so mfing rigid when it comes to your vision and allow room for NO (or very, very minimal) improv to happen and thats literally so boring ????!!?? like, who would want to write in a space/setting they dont feel welcome to explore their muse ???????
if you want to write something so specific, where both muses (not just yours) are true to what you want/like/envision thats perfectly fine but i fear the rpc is not for you. i kindly suggest you get into ao3 and give writing fanfics a try, that way theres no room for improv, for another mun/partner to add to the story in a way you might not like/might not know how to adjust or adapt, and you can write on your own in your perfect little echo chamber world and have the story move in a direction that’s satisfactory to you without having to make it an awful experience for other players who just want to come online and play barbies online for fcks sake.
just be honest with yourself and do some creative writing on your own if you cannot adjust/adapt/improv as you should in the rpc. / tldr; allow your rp partners to add to the story, explore their muses, make it fun/weird/uncomfortable for yours, allow your own muse to grow through these scenarios, explore different sides of the plot and have ! fun ! we ! are ! literally ! adults ! playing ! digital ! barbies ! at ! the ! end ! of ! a ! very ! long ! work ! day !!!!!!!
[ ✉️ ]ㅤ What kind of letter would they write but never send? / For Isaac!
there are two letters, sitting tucked away in the back of a notebook that his therapist gifted to him during their first - and only - session.
the first is unaddressed, and spans the front and back of a page. nearly every sentence has been crossed out, written over, or erased so many times that the paper is worn down and torn in some places.
there are only a few sentences left unmarked:
You left before I found the courage to tell you how I felt. If you ever come back, my door is open. I'll leave the light on for you.
the second is a loose postcard tucked away between the pages. the skyline of los angeles adorns the front. there are only two sentences written across the back.
came here to find you. but you don't want to be found.
he meant to throw the journal away, but it found its way into the bottom drawer of his desk. he can't bring himself to look at it anymore.
don’t mind me freaking tf out about him this
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
nothing, null, hollow, hole
[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back. / From Star, to Aleks!
[ 1:13PM 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃: любимая ] I was asleep. [ 1:13PM 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃: любимая ] but do your worst, I guess, idc.
