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@kittpaddon
𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒? 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐒? 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖! ------- independent original character. 18+ only. by annie. est. 2020. themes include: when is a monster not a monster?, running from grief, wanderlust, morbid curiosity.
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PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS * assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)
did you really call the police?
there is no death.
i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.
i just can't take no pleasure in killing.
i don't really believe in motives.
there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.
if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.
you must renounce this power. you must give it up.
there is something horrible happening in my house.
do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?
you're going to die up there.
i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.
they're opening that place again?
at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.
my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.
you listen to me, you little bitch.
you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.
come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!
oh, that gun's no good.
you're such a sucker for it.
i've never sensed anything like it.
they die better that way.
you still haven't told me your name.
i was the killer!
somebody's there!
what are you doing out in this mess?
that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.
if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!
i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.
the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.
you're doomed! you're all doomed!
what's your favorite scary movie?
shut your mouth!
hold me. please hold me.
you damn fool! you ruined the door!
i was at the slaughterhouse.
a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.
there's no need to do that.
what's that stench?
you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?
please help me!
you can't just let them kill me!
you never paid any attention!
i'll do anything!
sin never dies.
oh, that's blood all right.
you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.
are you alone in the house?
what an excellent day for an exorcism.
it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.
the power of christ compels you.
there's someone in this fucking room!
next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.
they're all gonna laugh at you!
we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.
hear that?
i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.
is there someone inside you?
don't go anywhere.
talk louder, i can't hear you!
you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!
you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!
oh my god, i thought you were dead.
we all go a little mad sometimes.
this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.
don't call me that!
you wanna get us killed!
come on, there's something you're not telling me.
you'll never come back again.
wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.
his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.
help me tie this around my waist.
you've never done this before.
when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.
it did that to your face?
everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.
watch it, you stupid shit.
kitt won't steal clothes but she will steal ur wallet
@10ccs: “ you’re getting blood on the carpet. ” / accepting.
you look down, seeing the rug under your shoes. deadpan, you hold up your index finger before stepping backwards a few times till you're off the carpet. then, jazz hands. "not on the carpet! ta-daa!" your knees buckle, if only slightly. okay. you're fine.
PROMPTS FOR THE DRAMATIC SACRIFICE * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
go! i'll be fine! just go!
it's too late for me!
we'll find another way to do this!
you'd better get out of here!
i'll come back for you. i promise.
one of us has to survive this.
i'm not leaving you here!
no, no, no! not like this!
leave me here. it's all right.
go! live another day!
i'll carry you! get up!
there has to be another way!
i'm the only one that can do this.
do me a favor, will you? tell [name] i love them.
i'll only slow you down.
this isn't funny. wake up. please.
it's no use. i have to stay here.
listen to me! this is your last chance!
i always loved you.
get up! please get up!
i'll find another way!
i love you! please! don't go!
i can't lose you!
this is it, then.
i'll hold them off!
it was supposed to be me.
i'm going back for it!
keep running! i'll catch up!
if you stay, you'll die. do you understand?
no! i'm not leaving you here!
i'm not letting you die!
please wake up. please.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ shot ] sender takes a bullet meant for receiver
[ punch ] sender takes a punch meant for receiver
[ arrow ] sender takes an arrow meant for receiver
[ sword ] sender takes an attack with a sword meant for receiver
[ poison ] sender drinks a poisoned drink meant for receiver
[ magic ] sender takes a spell meant for receiver
[ push ] sender pushes receiver to safety, sacrificing themselves
[ stay ] sender stays behind to fight the enemy, allowing receiver to escape
[ injured ] sender is too hurt to flee, so receiver is forced to leave them and keep moving in order to survive
[ replacement ] sender offers to be killed in place of receiver
[ captured ] sender offers to be taken captive in place of receiver
[ realization ] the battle is over, and right as sender and receiver begin their celebration, they realize sender is mortally wounded
[ door ] a trap doors is about to close. sender shoves receiver to safety in the nick of time before the door shuts forever
[ game ] during a high-stakes game, sender loses on purpose in order to let receiver win
thinking about how kitt refuses to stay anywhere for too long because then instead of focusing on a case/etc she'd have to look inward & before anything else, behind the jokes & the bravado, she cannot fucking stand herself. she also won't let people go with her when she goes on her little research excursions. at most, they have to wait in the van. the idea of someone else getting hurt on her watch is unbearable. she'd absolutely sacrifice / endanger herself for others, even if she gives off the energy of being selfish. sure, kitt gives off knowledgable genre awareness, but ultimately her own guilt would be her downfall
@imperide: " what the hell happened ? " / accepting.
a busted face sitting in the driver's seat of your orange van, eating mcdonald's chicken nuggets in between stretches of holding the mcflurry up to your nose. to be fair, it's a valid question. you won't begrudge this guy that. plus, you've got your window rolled down, too. practically inviting these questions. your instinct is to joke, so you do. "got one'a them fuckin', uh ... grimm's shakes, r' whatever." a grin, before you wince. "nah, jus' um ... tough night at th' office, i guess. no worries, holmes. i'll be good, no sweat."
IF YOU WERE A DEITY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE GOD OF?
------ wisdom & knowledge.
intelligent & trusted, there is rarely a soul who doesn’t hear & value your voice. you act as a guiding light in an array of situations. calm & wise, you offer the deepest & sincerest insights regarding the world’s problems.
@doefied: " that looks like it hurts. " / accepting.
"oh! fuckin' does it?" you really don't mean to snap, or maybe you do, but in all fairness, it looks like a goddamn mountain lion tried to shred off your thigh. it burns in the air, still bleeding, & you've only just been able to take your weight off it. at least the creature shredded practically the whole leg of your pants, so you can bare-handed rip it off. "feels like a summer breeze t'me -- fuck -- pass me th'first aid kit, i gotta tourniquet in there & i gotta get this shit together. don' matter if it hurts if i bleed out."
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
❝ sure, you’d think like coyotes. maybe a couple diamondbacks. ❞ he frowns seriously, like he's deciding if he regrets this encounter yet. her eccentricism isn’t deterring him, it’s just — you're not sure she can help you. you're not sure anyone can, if you're being honest.
❝ ... my friends were kidnapped, and murdered. it was this old slaughterhouse. s'where i woke up. there were bones, everywhere. not just animal bones, but... ❞ he trails off, wringing his hands. ❝ it's like... it's like they'd been doing this for a long time? this whole fucked up family, that makes people disappear. ❞ he slides her the newspaper under his hands — the front page contained another article that read "LAST SEEN: NEWT, TEXAS". another picture of some missing girl. just like maria. just like countless others.
leland hesitates, ❝ i... i didn't know who to call, anymore. the cops act like there's nothin' they can do. it's like they're scared. ❞ he has half the mind to elaborate; and they're absolutely right to be scared.
hopefully he forgives the way your eyes light up as he explains, dark gaze quickly flitting down to look at the newspaper. another in a long line of mysterious disappearances, it says. newt? texas is kinda dry for newts, you think, but maybe it's named after a person. "cops never do shit, they're all fuckin' pussies." bit of personal venom laced in there, but you stand by it. "either that or they're complacent."
probably complacent. you know they usually are, with their piggy thumbs on the pulse of any horrors in their jurisdiction. sometimes they're the ones who do it, like in wisconsin. you crack your knuckles, running your tongue over your teeth. "so, murderous, maybe cannibal, butcher family out in the sticks -- cops're useless, they're established, yadda yadda --" you nod. "sounds fun," you remark with no lack of sarcasm.
"d'you know how many there are? like, in th'family? 'cause while m'definitely interested in the case i gotta know how many people might be tryna kill me. if i gotta get backup 'r somethin'. but i'd like t'take your case."
𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒, said the lady of shalott. ( independent original character. est. 2014, blog made 2022. 18+, mutuals only. dark themes will be present. written by annie. )
@ultescape: "i got your back." / accepting.
you are a bad influence. that thought crosses your mind briefly as you pull on your gloves, hunting knife clamped between your teeth. "oh yeah?" you take the knife from your mouth, setting it down to put your dorky-looking forehead flashlight on. "while i appreciate it, really, jules, y'see --" you crack your knuckles, placing your knife in its sheath at your hip. "s'not just th'thing we're lookin' for out there, s'like ... bears & stuff, too. can y' handle a bear?"
im manifesting more arg characters in the rpc (my favorite ones are always the ones w no discernible characters)
@lifesver: “where are you going? it’s not safe out there!” / accepting.
you're crouched to climb out of the hidden space you've been confined to, baseball bat in one hand & taser strapped to your belt. (your personal creed is not to kill creatures. the thing about that is, these are people. so your rules aren't really as applicable.) despite the grime & scrapes that litter your body, that dark lipstick smile remains plastered on your face, almost crazed. "what, lee, like s'safe in here? i dunno where you've been, buddy, but it ain't safe anywhere. b'sides ..."
you pull the taser from its holster, twirling it slightly before waving it in his line of vision. "you'd be shocked how well i handle m'self." weapon is returned to its spot. you raise dark eyebrows, as if looking for approval. you know you won't get it. he's a little too safety-first for your methodology, less charge & more don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes. "so y'can stay here if y'want, or we can go kick ass. up t'you."
@lifesver: is this normal for you? going out of your way like this? / accepting.
you wiggle one flat hand out. meh. usually, yeah. this case is a little more real life than you prefer, but you're already here. strength in numbers, right? you kick your feet up, black work boots thunk-thunking in response. "hones'ly? like, yeah. usually s'for, like, research, y'know? kinda my job." you rock back on the chair's back legs, arms folded behind your head. tempting fate, like always. "lotsa times m'hired, or called, but sometimes i get lucky." a shrug.
"th'story's fuckin' wild, though, & i'd love t'know more. i mean, christ, it's like a real horror movie!"
