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( y’all i was real ready to start being wicked active but i feel like fuckin shit. like just a big ol pile of it. so idk. )
Send ‘rough touch’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
( iM HERE I SWEAR IM JUST LAZ Y)
My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.
ghostling:
H O R R O R . P R O M P T S
“I just got back from the cemetery.”
“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
“I had a dream that I killed you.”
“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
“P-please… put the knife down.”
“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
“No, no, no – run!”
“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
“The dead are all around us…”
“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
“There’s something breathing under the bed…”
“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
“You’re bleeding…”
“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
“I want to be dead, too.”
“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
“Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
“You played with a Ouija board!?”
“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
“They just don’t believe like they used to…”
“I will haunt you until the end of time.”
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I think you do a pretty fantastic job of portraying Tyrell! You keep small little details in that really make him more human seeming and help pain a picture very easily.
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omfg thank you so ,much i just ? ? / this was so sweet ily <3333
iskall-robot
NAME: Kayla GENDER: Cisgender female EYE COLOR: Very light blue HAIR COLOR: Dyed blonde, but my natural color is brown RELATIONSHIP: Single ZODIAC: Pisces
FAVORITE COLOR: Blue and red FAVORITE SEASON: Fall FAVORITE PLACE: Either Boston or Omaha FAVORITE HOLIDAY: Christmas FAVORITE VIDEO GAME: Zelda, Ocarina of Time LAST SHOW/MOVIE YOU WATCHED: Dr. Phil lmfao WHAT’S YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT YOUR MUSE? I honestly really, really love Tyrell. I think he’s very complex and I have never really considered him to be very villainous- obviously, he’s murdered people, and obviously that’s villainous. But that’s why I like him- he’s neither here nor there. I think his arc is going to be fantastic and I love writing him, although I feel like I’m not really doing him a lot of justice at times.
WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE? Lmfao yeah, I would. But I have shit taste in guys.
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINDS OF THREADS? I love complex, long-lasting threads, especially when I can feel anticipation and feel so in love with their love. I love when I get excited to answer.
ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER? Absolutely; I have issues with writing with people that are incompatible with me. I base all of this on character and ooc interactions ( @oftimelost is a babe and so are @aniillusion and @d1sc0ntent <3 ).
DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE MUSE (IF YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE)? Yes, I love Tyrell. I used to write Tyler Durden, and I loved him, too, but Tyrell has become my favorite.
WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM? @d1sc0ntent and I were hanging out and they told me to watch it with them, so we did. And then I had this big ass muse for Tyrell and bam. Here we are. DO YOU SEE YOURSELF STAYING WITH THE FANDOM FOR A LONG TIME? God I hope so.
TAGGING (only if you guys wanna!): @theyrefollowingme @d1sc0ntent @aniillusion
TAGGED BY: @oftimelost you babe
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“No? No, don’t you understand? I have so much to do.” He gestures with the gun, it feels foreign and awkward in his hand. He switches it to wipe his palm on his jacket. “We need to leave here. Get in your car. We’re going.”
“That makes much less sense to me. If I disappear, you’ve framed me, and you’re off clear. If we both disappear, there could appear to be a struggle, to be something interesting. Imagine the headlines!” Tyrell is frustrated, but he exits the arcade, ignoring casing and all. He doesn’t even think to hold the door open, a little dazed at the whole situation- they’ve just destroyed E Corp. There’s no going back, and the world would soon fall on its unstable pillars.
God, it’s real. He can hardly breathe, can hardly imagine how the world will look while they tower over it. He sits in his Escalade with no real idea of when he actually opened the door and made the motion to sit.
This is real, he reminds himself.
💔
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15. My muse breaks yours muse’s heart.
“No, Elliot. I’m done with whatever the hell you’re doing. This whole revolution has gotten to be too much. I want my life back- I want Joanna and my child back. I have to turn you in.” He doesn’t look upset, and his delivery falls short of emotional. He’s blank, licking his lips and holding what Elliot had given him in his pocket, eyes away from him. “I’m sorry it had to be this way; I’ve really enjoyed working with you, doing what we did and making a name for ourselves. But sometimes, the big picture is worth much, much less than its smaller details.”
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42. Your muse shows up on my muse’s doorstep after several months of being missing, with no memory of the past few years.
When he opens the door of the small apartment, he’s greeted by something familiar and not at all unwelcome. He stares momentarily, brows pulling together. Tyrell has been ruined by the past months- the loss of his wife and child, the sacrifices he made to keep Elliot’s bullshit plan moving- and he’s tired. Elliot is not a refreshing sight, but something that causes his heart to skip a beat with excitement nonetheless. But he does not smile- his face does not change. He merely stares at him a moment longer, silent, jaw clenched, before he says, “Bonsoir, Elliot. What can I help you with tonight?”
“Don’t let me die”
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He’s panicking, eyes wide- is Elliot really dying? He seems alright on the outside, but what if he was internally bleeding? Having a stroke? Massive organ failure? He doesn’t know. Elliot looks panicked, eyes wide while he pushes himself away from something that isn’t there, and Tyrell is nervous.
“Elliot, listen, you’re alright. You are in your own body, and you don’t appear to be bleeding.” No, too awkward and stiff- too cold. “Elliot, come here, you need to come closer to me.”
for you, i would carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. and if i fell, i would be fine knowing that i had died for you.