finish what we started

ind. susie from DBD | Selective | Private | icon by ninecatlives

[fracturedmasktm]

i’m busy for a week and now it’s dark blue. what the fuck, you’re supposed to change it like .2 shades.

[wearethegenesis-deactivated2016]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

[fracturedmasktm]

you know the worst part about the legion? they’re probably basically that one punk group in Letterkenny.

susie vc: *points with both pointer fingers* boulevard of broken dreams

[fracturedmasktm]

Not to get political but

Why exactly is there a tag that wants terfs to interact?

[drewsketchers-deactivated202404]

M!A list: dark/negative

((Edited))

Who am I?: muse doesnt know who they are nor remember anything. lasts for___ (or until they recollect their memories)

The Monster Inside Me: muse is a monster with no control over themselves. their mind is still free, but their bodies they have no control over. lasts for___

The Gift Of A Curse: muse has awesome powers (asker decides what the power is) but its connected to their emotions and it gets extremely dangerous and uncontrollable if they feel the slightest bit scared, sad, mad, or nervous.(basically the same pros and cons of Elsa’s powers)  lasts for___

To The Asylum We Go: muse becomes violently insane and crazy. lasts for___

My Actions Speak For Themselves: muse cant control their actions, words, or thoughts completely. lasts for___

Who Said That?: muse can now hear strange voices in their heads, telling them to do things they wouldnt usually do. lasts for___

Who’s There?: muse feels like someones watching them in the shadows, stalking their every move and making the muse paranoid. lasts for___

My Precious: muse is attracted to (asker decides what) and wont let anyone near it. they would even kill to prevent others from touching it. lasts for___

The Last Man Standing: everyone suddenly disappears to them and its driving the muse crazy. anyone who tries to talk to them will only seem like a whisper in the wind or an imaginary image to them. lasts for___

What Are You?: muse can now see strange and scary images, objects, and people that no one else can see. it starts making them really paranoid. lasts for___

Fear Is All I Am: muse is suddenly afraid of everything. so much fear. no where is safe. lasts for___

Bah, Humbug: muse is very grouchy and negative, no longer caring about other people and wont give a damn if they make others cry. lasts for___

Everything I Touch Dies!: do i really need to explain this one? lasts for___

Unlucky Clover: muse has extremely bad luck to the point where its like everything wants to kill them. lasts for___

Bloody Mary: muse is covered in their own blood and cant wash it off, for it just drips back. lasts for___

Naughty And Nice: muse has a double personality and constantly changes from being nice and sweet to mean and cruel without warning. lasts for___

Fragile Touch: everything the muse touches will break easily. lasts for___

Take Me To My Happy Place, Please?: muse now has horrible nightmares and visions whenever they sleep, close their eyes for more than 3 seconds, or if they cant see anything. lasts for___ 

As Hungry As A Wolf: muse is now hungry and cant be satisfied. they start to have odd cravings, and would even try to eat others. lasts for___

Frostbitten: muse is now freezing cold and cant get warm. whenever they seek warmth, they just get colder. lasts for___

Demon Souls: muse is possessed by an evil deadly demon. lasts for___

((ps for the muses who got these M!As, im so sorry.))

[sallyface-at-hot-topic]

( Send me stuff!!! I’m so sorry Sal… )

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[fracturedmasktm]

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

Susie nods. They all deserved a better ending, despite the sins that brought them here in the first place, almost forgotten after so many years trapped in the entity’s realm. The lodge is quiet, snow falling outside one cracked window to blanket the ground in a smothering layer of quiet. Susie’s head is at one end of the couch, and theirs are at the other side - legs a tangle brought on by idle shifting. It’s something she doesn’t feel like she can pull out of, even if she wanted to. 

The answer? She doesn’t, not really. The position offers an odd sense of familiarity, memories of long nights spent just talking like best friends did. There’s no long nights here, though - it felt like it was night all the time.“We’ll get it,” Susie replies softly, pulling herself to sit up and let her hands rest on their legs. “Somehow.”

[rpmemesource]

a list of don’t sentence starters :

❝ don’t you dare touch him/her. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

❝ i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. ❞

❝ don’t say that to me, [NAME]. not you, of all people. ❞

❝ what i don’t understand is how you can be so nonchalant in this situation. ❞

❝ please don’t make me go. ❞

❝ i don’t want to leave yet. ❞

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

❝ don’t you love me anymore ? ❞

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞

❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, don’t forget about me. ❞

❝ don’t say that you love me. ❞

❝ how can i live with myself if i don’t at least try to save you ? ❞

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞

❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to happen to you. ❞

❝ please don’t miss me once i’m gone. ❞

❝ don’t go breaking my heart. ❞

❝ i don’t think anyone could love you the way i do. ❞

❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞

❝ i don’t want to die. ❞

❝ now don’t assume that this suddenly means we’re friends. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to be with anyone else. ❞

❝ don’t touch that, it’s valuable ! ❞

❝ ’ just friends ’ don’t look at each other like that. ❞

❝ please don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

[fracturedmasktm]

hey so i feel real crappy and sad, like this post for a starter or send a meme or something so i can continue to ignore my drafts and bury myself in more drafts pls

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evil-vvithin‌:

Cont from X 

@fracturedmasktm  His head sags off to the side at her statement, if she thought *anything* here belonged to her, she was severely mistaken. Everything belonged to the entity, even him, and even her. In an act of defiance, he took a solid step forward and planted his foot firmly into the soft soil. The black void that made up the eyes of his mask observed her and calculated in silence with only the sound of his breathing between them, and advances another step forward. She was small, he’d broken people larger than her, he’d only ever know what kind of person she was if he could look into her eyes and see if that Dying light was there. Laurie’s burned hot and fierce, more so than most. She was a fighter, this one he’s not as sure of… he advances yet another step forward. He can’t wait to find out. 

There’s a certain sureness in his actions that makes her skin crawl, almost tangible malice rolling off of limbs like the blackened limbs of the entity. She can’t back down, though - there’s no backing off without giving him the sense that he can just waltz in whenever he wants. If it were anyone besides her, he would’ve had multiple knives in that hulking form of his before he would have noticed the presence of anyone else.

Frank, what would Frank do?

Well, Frank would kill him, and she’s not sure if any of them can die. Best case scenario, one of them gets tired and gives up. Both gazes concealed, she can feel the way his eyes seem to bore into her own just the same. Dirtied digits grip the handle of her makeshift blade, going white in the knuckles and despite the fact that he can’t see it, her teeth are bared.

(After all, an animal, when cornered, is the most vicious opposition.

Susie doesn’t back off, but she doesn’t move either. Instead, she holds her ground. No more words fall from her lips, and her stance shifts into something ready. She dares him to come closer.

[vhsmeme]

* pick-a-fight meme

‘ could you shut up for five minutes? ’

‘ i have a better idea. why don’t you walk home? ’

‘ so what? ’

‘ i don’t give a shit. ’

‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’

‘ are you serious! ’

‘ how could you let this happen! ’

‘ kiss. my. ass. ’

‘ oh, did i do that? silly me. ’

‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’

‘ admit it. i was right. ’

‘ get out. ’

‘ you’re wrong and you know it. ’

‘ yeah? make me. ’

‘ better let an expert handle this one. ’

‘ i hope you get sunburn! ’ 

‘ i hope you get frostbite! ’

‘ have fun getting home. ’

‘ hope you’re happy, asshole. ’

‘ get your hands out of my face. ’

‘ sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you over the bullshit. ’

‘ un-fucking-believable. ’ 

‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’

‘ hey, fuck you! ’

‘ jesus, it was a joke. get over yourself. ’

‘ i hope you step on a lego. ’

‘ you’re leaving. right now. ’

‘ eat my shorts. ’

‘ this blows! ’ 

‘ don’t tempt me. ’ 

[fracturedmasktm]

[ stare ]

She can feel the gaze on her, but it’s not the entity — it does come from the fog all the same. There’s a figure, tall and pale there; that much she can make out through the crack in her own mask. It was a mask for him, wasn’t it? That is, unless he was truly as impassive as he seemed.

Her first thought is to grab her blade; she doesn’t know this killer, and she doesn’t know his intentions. He could be here to harm her, after all. Dirty digits wrap around the beat up ruler that serves as her knife, and she turns to face the killer staring her down.

Her terf. Ormond was hers, all she knew, the only link she had left to the world outside the realm. Small stature aside, she takes a few steps forward. Masked gaze meets masked gaze — one facing upward and one tilted downward in a way that part of her immediately assumes is condescending. Then again, as he can’t see her true face, she can’t see his. She feels safer, and yet somehow very unsafe.

Finally, Susie breaks the silence. Her voice is soft, unsure — feigned bravery if he doesn’t note the anxious little crack — but it’s better than he’s offered up.

“What do you want? This is Legion terf.”

[fracturedmasktm]

vigil-dreamer‌:

   It was a strain–he had to slowly work the spring out of the meat of his palm. It lifted the pale skin and flayed it open, creating a flap of broken skin over the ruby wound. To his credit, there was little noise. It was really nothing in compared to everything else. Quentin stills the injured hand with his other–thumb keeping pressure, fingers curled tersely.

   “Help?” He echoes. It falls slowly like the snow. If he looked up, he could see where it was coming from. The large, clumsy hole in the ceiling. A makeshift skylight, iced with white, broken with rot. Everything from his hair to her’s to the floorboards was dazzled in it. There’s a wooden groan upstairs–the lodge settling, or another resident moving.

   “You want to…help.” Disbelief robs it out of a question. It settles as a statement of confirmation. He was just going to have to live with that.

The knife pushed through the air, the sharp nose of a shark, and he slants further against the seat. Hands clasped over his beating heart, blood drooling down his shirt. He watches her sleeve rip, and he realizes she was committed. A shift in his fear, something that nudges a door open to look. She’s brought him something peculiar.

Quentin doesn’t loosen up, but he also doesn’t move. He waits.

It was alien to be scared of her. Somewhere else here, there were ghosts and there were witches and there were men over seven feet tall. This girl was just a makeshift mask and sharpened ruler, hair dyed the color of a rave. High school violence. She was so much smaller than him.

   “Why?”

The sleeve would be restored come next trial - right now, he needed it more. There were no chests, just as there were no hooks or generators scattered around the lodge, because at present, there was no trial. There was no mania, no rush to appease the entity. It was just the two of them, a soft blanket of iced over snow, and the wrathful intent of the entity honing on her like a moth to a flame. It’s an intent she pointedly ignores, deft fingers wrapping the dingy green cotton scrap around his arm and knotting it tight. It should be enough to stop the bleeding.

“We’re all in this shitty situation,” Susie comments, offering a shrug of slight shoulders. “You don’t need to bleed out here too.” Her tone remains soft, one final tug given to the material. It might sting a little, but it’s just for the sake of making absolutely certain that there would be enough pressure to stop the bleeding. It’s like she knows what she’s doing.

With the wound patched up as much as she can manage, she stands, grabbing for his uninjured arm and guiding him further into the lodge and close to the facsimile of warmth in the center.

“I’m-” she pauses, considering. He knows who she is. A killer, Legion. Behind her mask, her mouth forms a little grimace. Susie shakes her head, a lost cause. “Your name?”

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[thestolenarchive-deactivated201]

send ‘❤’ for my muse’s reaction to a New Years Eve kiss.

[vaememes]

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Alternatively, send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve.

[fracturedmasktm]

discordantmadness‌:

The soft grip on their jacket is met with their fingers brushing over her cheek. This semblance of acceptance and gentle need was almost foreign after all the time spent in this Realm. It may be jarring to have Susie apart from them now, an eternal form of torment just by having her out of their mental grasp. However, it leaves a different avenue to explore. One where they can still accept her but they will have to relearn all of her innate behavior through experience, expression, and sound.

Her kiss was more than enough for them to understand. Their eyes close and they return the gesture, firm but gentle. Simple. It is held for as long as they are allowed but there’s a pressure there from pulling away by a fraction and returning. A repeated motion, hoping to coax her into the same and perhaps they could have more than a chaste mistletoe kiss.

While they are still together, their hand pushes further up into her hood and threads fingers through her hair. Fingertips follow the contours of her head and down the back of her neck to trace over the soft bumps of her spine. These are the physical aspects of things which have been forgotten.

The kisses are returned in part, lips parted for the sake of air and a little shiver rolling down her spine at the digits tracing it. It’s so nice to be touched, some part of her mind remarks, a content little sigh passing through her nose before she makes the conscious decision to take it one step further. Her torso presses up against theirs a little more, as if trying to be one once more — and gently, ever so gently, she catches their lower lip with her teeth, giving it a little tug before she presses her lips to theirs once more.

All the while Susie listens for their reactions; it’s been just as long for her as it has for them, and if she’s going to feel them, she’s really going to feel them.

Her hands trail down, clumsily trying to find a jacket zipper. It’s too thick, it’s in her way. Once she can find it, she’s quick to pull it down — a noise in contrast to the sounds of two mouths together. The thick leather had been far too much of a barrier, but with the zipper undone, she lets it rest there. She’d do the same for hers, but for a long second, she’s unsure if she’s wearing anything under her hoodie. (In her defense, it had been something like 20 years of stagnant time.)