(( would anyone want to plot something? i need to get back into this but i don’t know where to start. message me if you’re interested! ))
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if i look back, i am lost
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(( would anyone want to plot something? i need to get back into this but i don’t know where to start. message me if you’re interested! ))
(( like for a long starter? ))
open rp ||
John drug his hand over his face before letting out an exasperated sigh. He lifted his mug to his lips and took another sip.
“ I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong. ”
He sighed.
“ I mean, I thought that I’d done everything right. And it’s --I’m just so tired. What else am I supposed to do? ”
After a moment and another sip of his tea, he met the gaze of the one sitting next to him.
" I'm sorry I'm unloading all this right now. Um...what was your name again? "
" I really hate to ask, but what the hell is going on? "
i’m just a man, but i know that i’m damned —– all the dead seem to know where i am
i survived because i had to
there was nothing || B R A V E || about it
Reblog this post if you are part of the BBC Sherlock RPC. Please list whether you are canon, oc or verse as well as if you are single muse or multi muse and you will be added to the list! If you do not follow the instructions listed, you will not be added to the list.
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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise
⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red
💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
Platonic Requests for Affection
“I’m so tired… ”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“My hands are shaking.”
“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”
“Please stay. I’d like some company.”
“Could I get a hug?”
“Would you pet my hair?”
“Will you sing something for me?”
“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”
“Can I lay my head in your lap?”
“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”
“Here, lay down in my lap.”
“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”
“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”
“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”
“I’m not letting go.”
“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”
“It’s okay to stay, you know.”
“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”
“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”
hurry up and get your clothes on.
Johns eyes were still fuzzy from sleep as he heard Mina tell him to get his clothes on. At first he was confused. Where was he? How had he gotten here? What happened?
The questions did not become any clearer as his head did.
“Where am I?” he asked, trying to quell the panic that was building up inside him. “What happened?”
Send 📎 and an AU you'd like to see my muse in, and I'll say if I'd do it!
i want a “i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset” plot and angst
mostly dead things, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from mostly dead things by kristen arnett.
there’s too many bodies in this house, as it is.
it’s not going well.
i can’t stand being helpless.
you wanna hold [pronoun]?
could you please stop?
who was the girl?
i’m never doing this again.
i just want a break.
hurry up and get your clothes on.
i’ll buy you new ones.
let me talk to you about it.
there’s a lot you should know.
would you like to sit down?
this is your office?
it really bothers you that much?
i just wish everything would stop being so fucking weird all the time.
let me take you to dinner.
you haven’t dated a lot of women, have you?
you never talk to anybody.
tell me your best childhood memory.
what was your favorite food growing up?
you don’t like taking your work home?
i don’t want it to feel like home.
everybody needs a place they feel safe.
you know i’m here for you. all you have to do is ask.
i’m too much for one person.
i was only gone for twenty minutes.
you can ask, you know.
people all handle shit different, i guess.
christ jesus almighty.
you’re doing real good.
are we gonna get in trouble for this?
isn’t that something you should have asked earlier?
Send me “confession” + something that your muse would never say to mine’s face but would love to get it off their chest. My muse will forget about it right after
Send ヾ(。◕ฺ∀◕ฺ)ノ if we haven’t rped yet and you want to change that!
threats from every side
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Gray clouds seemed to roll into the sky faster than usual on the day John realised what had been happening. He had always been observant, liked to think he was always aware of what was going on around him. And he had felt that something had been off, sure. He’d had suspicions. But now he was certain. Someone was following him.
The sky opened and it began to drizzle as he walked to nowhere in particular, forcing himself to keep a normal pace. The man -was it a man? It could just as well be a woman, the figure was so shrouded- had been tailing him for several blocks now. He'd noticed the same figure following close behind several days prior, and had kept tabs on them during his daily walks ever since. And, undeniably, the same covered figure -was it the same figure? Or was it a different person each day, all working toward the same cause?- had been following him. They kept a close distance, but never too close. John could tell that they were professional.
His first thought had been government. Mycroft had sent for him in similar overtly mysterious ways many times before. But since Sherlock's funeral, he hadn't heard word from Mycroft or any of his accomplices. Besides, whenever Mycroft had sent for him in the past, it had always been immediate, and never lasted over the course of several days.
It was impossible to tell how long these people had been watching John. He'd only noticed them a few days ago, but how long had they been at it before then? He hadn't exactly been in the best state of mind lately. It would have been easy to be so lost in his own head that he neglected to watch the world around him. Regardless of how long it had been, he knew that it was something, well, not good. He had a feeling, and his feelings were usually right on matters such as these.
As the rain began to pick up, John quickly made his way off the sidewalk and found shelter under a nearby tree. He thought through his options, flipping through the possibilities and which would be the best way to handle this. If it was just the one person, John may be able to take them. But he knew it wouldn't just be the one. Surely there would be others around, others that he could not see. Yet he was in public, around other people, possible witnesses, so the likelihood of an ambush was unlikely. That possibility, however, was never zero.
Fishing his mobile out of his pocket, he did the only thing he thought feasible. Was it foolish, bringing someone else into what could possibly be so dangerous? Perhaps. But he did it anyway. He knew he could trust her, knew she could handle herself. And he knew she could help.
The line rang twice before a voice came through on the other end. He did his best to sound casual, unassuming.
" Mina? "
[ i need to get back into the swing of things. like for a random starter? ]