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@ladygores
#𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒. independent & highly private multi-muse featuring a variety of women from the horror genre. written by ashley, 31, she/her. sporadic activity; main blog is adrenalrun.
PHOEBE BOREHALL-BLAXWORTH. you, season four. YUN-JIN LEE. survivor, dead by daylight. JULIE KOSTENKO. killer, dead by daylight..
@solitarysurvival / spur-of-the-moment chaos
it's the sound of rummaging outside that alerts legion to company, and when she peers over the lodge's second floor balcony she finds him, looking so very out of his element but apparently determined to find something in all of the piles of junk outside of the lodge. it's enough to keep her attention. he didn't come all this way just to see her, she could guess, but that didn't make her any less likely to share in his company.
dirty fingernails tap on the railing before her as she debates just watching him, waiting for the right moment to speak, but girlish impatience and desire for attention win out in the end.
' well, fuck, if i knew you were visiting, i would have CLEANED UP the place. ' she calls down to get his attention, head tilted as she watches him with an interest that's for once not driven by desire to draw blood to appease a god that hummed in her ears. she looks normal, more or less, no mask in sight, with the hood of her jacket pulled up over her head to protect against the windchill.
' going to tell me what you're LOOKING FOR down there, babe? ' she continues. as much fun as it was to watch him scavenge around pathetically, forcing him into her company was even more thrilling. ' maybe i can help. '
Legion - Julie
“There’s no getting out of this now. We’re too good at it.”
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
@dollardeath : i trust that you will be on your best behavior tonight.
was he implying that she was ever anything but on her best behavior? the roll of her eyes into the car's vanity mirror that she has pulled down on her side could go missed if not for the way she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth with an easy answer of ' ALWAYS AM. ' without looking at him, she pushes the vanity mirror back up and pulls leather jacket over her shoulders, ready and eager to head out.
it seems silly, the reminder to behave when there's a pack of matches in her pocket just aching to be used on something - anything outside of this fucking car. anything in this entire fucking town.
pausing just short of reaching for the passenger side door's handle, she seems to get an idea, hums thoughtfully as she leans in close. her eyes search his face, and a slow smile spreads across her lips, something flirty and - if one looked too closely - dangerous. ' but maybe i should ACT UP, huh? make you do something about it. what do you think? ' the smile has stretched into a grin, something that's impossible to contain, before she's pulling away from him all together without so much as a parting kiss and opening the door. interest has shifted already, it seems.
' come on, let's go fucking do something already. '
what if i just.. gently chopped off 2 of the 3 muses on this blog
Though she could not see it, his eyeroll mimicked her own. Petulant annoyance. It was true that Ghostface's ire was quick to light today. A stone of anger had been sitting in his core since waking up, slowly warming as the day progressed. This, only added to by his intense dislike of Ormond. He hated snow. Even tucked away indoors as they were, the biting wind persisted. Its howls through broken windows were enough reminder of how shitty this atmosphere was.
He stood, resolutely unmoving as Julie crossed the distance that yawned between them. She was brazen, he'd give her that, but her audacity was met only with a hard, inky stare. Ghostface was not the man to trifle with.
"You know, this isn't the way to ask people for things. Just tell me what it is you want."
Nobody had taught these fuckin' kids manners, had they?
' what is it with men and thinking we always want something? ' she does, but that's besides the point. getting under his skin, catching the clear annoyance in his tone as she walks a slow, little circle around him, was well worth dragging this out. she stops when she's at his front again, and she gives a girlish roll of her eyes. ' news flash, babe, i can get anything i want. without your help. '
but...-
' but there is something you can do for me, friend to friend. ' now she's finally decided it's worth getting to the point before he high-tails it out of there and she's stuck chasing after him. she finally takes a couple of steps away, enough to give him a bit of personal space back. ' think you can get me a little gift, from myers' place? '
@yrghostie (x) / wannabe, he dares to call her, and her eyes narrow, jaw sets, fingers twitch around the blade in her grip in irritation. she scoffs in disbelief, that anger only fizzling out as he slides nearer. interest is piqued, and how she yearns to play with fire as he leans in impossibly closer. she doesn't notice, doesn't particularly care in the moment, that his fingers inch ever slowly towards her blade, which she starts to forget about all together in favor of her current distraction.
where's the rest of your clowns, he wonders, and the question is enough to get a short laugh out of her. ' you don't see them HERE, do you? ' she returns, delivering his earlier question back to him without missing a beat. truthfully, she has no idea where they are - trials, if she truly had to guess - they'd be back at some point. they always were. ' who the fuck knows? they're out, if that's what you're asking. ' she hums in thought, the sound low in her throat as she tilts her head up at him, as if daring him to make something of this closeness he himself had initiated. but not without first offering a teasing, almost mocking, remark: ' you know i have a boyfriend, right? '
↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ( a collection of various unsorted question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated frequently . )
are you kidding me ?
[ name ] , what just happened ?
hey ! what’d you do that for ?
did you plan on ever telling me ?
do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
did you know about this ?
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
can we talk ? alone ?
why are you doing all of this ?
it can’t be that bad , right ?
haven’t you heard the stories ?
who did this to you ?
what are you insinuating ?
what did you think was gonna happen ?!
you think i could do something like that ?
who do you think you are ?
why won’t you let me help you ?
do you have any evidence of that ?
can we put away our differences for a second ?
where have you been ?
is that … blood ?
what’s your problem ?
are you real ?
where’s your sense of adventure ?
would you kill for me ?
you’re [ name ] , aren’t you ?
why can’t you just let it go ?
do you want me to stay ?
what if we left … ran away ?
what else was i supposed to do ?
how did you get this scar ?
could you give me a hand with this ?
do you ever stop talking ?
you’ve never done this before , have you ?
where do you think you’re going ?
how many fingers am i holding up ?
what can i say to make it better ?
why can’t we all just get along ?
can i stay the night ?
what’s that supposed to mean ?
where did your common sense go ?
you seriously don’t believe me ?
what aren’t you telling me ?
do you have a minute ?
why are you lying ?
you’re gonna walk away from this ?
where am i supposed to go ?
can we stop and think about this rationally ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
why can’t we be civil about this ?
what makes you so special ?
where is all of this coming from ?
how are we gonna get out of here ?
you’ll never leave me , right ?
were you in on this ?
care to join me for a bit ?
shows what you know , doesn’t it ?
do you want to get out of here ?
what were you expecting to happen ?
what are you working on ?
i can tell you’re upset , what happened ?
when can i see you again ?
where do we go from here ?
can you sit up for me ?
how long have you been awake ?
what are you getting out of this ?
can we put this behind us ?
where are you ? nobody’s heard from you .
how can i make this go away ?
were you following me ?
where does it hurt ? show me .
[ name ] , what the hell ?
hey … can i ask you something ?
you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?
really ? you’re gonna do that right here ?
are you even listening to me ?
we can help each other , right ?
hey … did you hear that ?
you have no idea who i am , do you ?
how long have you known ?
what exactly are you asking me to do ?
how was i supposed to know that ?
are you new around here ?
can you stop and listen to me for a second ?
do you think there’s something wrong with me ?
what , you think i’m not qualified ?
why did you help me ?
can you just look at me , please ?
what can i do to convince you ?
where did we go wrong ?
oh my god , are you bleeding ?
why the long face ?
are you trying to get yourself killed ?
what do you make of this ?
how much do you wanna bet ?
you’re sure this will work ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
what are you trying to prove ?
did you ever care about me ?
are you drunk ?
isn’t this amazing ?
how long have you been standing there ?
what are you suggesting ?
why are you such a pessimist ?
did you know them ?
can we call it a day ?
where did you come from ?
anyway thinking about julie's serial killer obsession really has me... huh
❝ … then you stabbed me, ❞ there’s a small quirk at the corner of his lips; ❝ sorry, i’m getting mixed signals. ❞ he says, voice a deadpan rumble against the bite of the her weapon. of course, he had underestimated her, and that had been her plan. and now she wanted to play with him — had all the time in the world to.
her tone returns more dangerous — and it is without fanfare that she brings the knife down, and pushes the blade into him hard. sound elicited is low, choked, as his eyes level with hers behind the mask. hands clutch around hers where she’s buried the knife deep in his abdomen. the kind of wound that made for a slow, painful bleed out. slower — when you were in the entity’s realm.
eyebrows furrow into a baleful look; ❝ you don’t get it, yet, do you?❞ jake grits out, strained through the pressure of his heartbeat in his ears; ❝that’s why you’re here. because the spider bitch wanted you to be.❞ he says, grip tightening on the hilt of the knife. ❝this is your life. now you’re trapped, just like the rest of us. ❞
dimly, he registers; the knife is in him, which means it’s not a threat to his throat, just now. which means he can push back, using momentum from the wall to drive a headbutt against that smiling plaster mask.
' spider bitch doesn't own me. ' she reiterates, in a tone tone growing increasingly bored with his insistence, bored with this interaction - and boredom with the legion was almost as dangerous as the knife buried in the survivor's abdomen to the hilt. ' the only one who's trapped here, babe, is you - '
sharp cry cuts off her next step - and the noise escapes her equal parts surprised and pissed off - as his head makes contact. she staggers back from him, dizzied from the sudden impact, hand slipping from her blade while the other one reaches up to assess the damage done to her mask. the plaster is knocked out of place just enough to reveal glimpses of human underneath: blonde bangs and pale, dirty skin. it's only a few seconds, but a few seconds felt like an eternity in a place where time had no meaning.
' FUCK IT, if you really want to go to third base already... ' her tone is low and angry, something more driven by bloodlust than girlish boredom. she tears off the mask as though to prove a point, and with her lips curving into a scowl, she tosses it into the snow and blood-splattered ground at her side. it's then that it dawns on her that her knife isn't in her hand and in a split second she lunges towards him in an attempt to retrieve it, in an attempt to force him back against the wall. ' i'll make sure you fucking bleed to death, nice and slow. '
✂ - - - JULIE.
' what if i am? ' she feigns offense, speaks sharply, like a girl scorned. as if the fellow masked killer has truly offended her. SHE'S NOT MAD, but he doesn't need to know that. in fact, she can think of more than her fair share of ways to work this to her advantage. and so she does, as she lifts her gaze from the rusty hunting knife she'd busied herself with twirling between her fingers to seek out her company. she's not even sure at what point the lurking fuck invited himself over, but it's nice to have company at the lodge for once. THRILLING, EVEN!
her lips press together in a pout, easy for company to see with her mask discarded beside her where she sits. he's not one for taking the mask off, it seems. whatever the fuck he was into, she guessed. it didn't matter to her. ' are you going to make it up to me? '
Ghostface makes like his namesake. The Entity doesn't mind, granted he doesn't stir up any Trial troubles: something isolated from a happenstance of finding a killer in their own empty Realm, looking fixed with a boredom that he knows he can make himself a cure to. He approaches with a theatrical gait. It'll spruce up this boring expanse, filled to the brim with nothing but greys and dull blues. His cloak wisps behind him.
“Oh, sure. If you'll give me a second to grab my boot polish, I'll get started right away.” He loses his swank with a swift hunch and a jagged head tilt, moving forth in a burst of speed to swipe up her unloved mask in the palm of a now-filled glove. His human body twitches itself into normalcy as he spurns it from darkness itself. He holds the crude mask in front of his own elongated one.
“When's the last time you made a good kill? It's like this place never saw the industrial era. Where's all the iron?” He drops the mask. It was fun for a bit, now he scoots himself to sit beside her and lean in close. “Need some tips?”
she finds herself fixated on him - or perhaps it's just the idea of him, mysterious and exciting and something fresh, something new, something that wasn't the same three fucking people that knew her inside and out. MAYBE IT WAS JUST BOREDOM. it doesn't stop her from scoffing, rolling her eyes when he picks up her discarded mask - her own hand too slow to reach for it before he can. she lets him have his fun, that hand dropping to the counter at her side, the other still gingerly holding her knife as though it were the most prized possession in the room.
' what, do you think i don't know how to KILL? ' she answers in challenge, shoulder to shoulder with her newfound company. and as he dares to lean in close, so does she. the closeness would seem almost intimate if not for the next time she opens her mouth: ' mmm, let's see, babe. ask me about bundy, wayne gracy, ed kemper.... ' thrill runs up her spine that's made clear by the way her lips curve into a slow grin. it could almost be mistaken as flirting before she laughs and pulls back, creating more space between them yet again. ' FUCK, i probably know more than you. ' youthful confidence, arrogance, hangs on each word.
@solitarysurvival : it’s gonna be fine. we’ll get through this. / haha… for julie before we Knew
he must be an idiot, is the first observation she's made, notes how eager he's been to help her, someone that looks entirely out of their element. little to his knowledge, this is a place she knows all too well: all of its snowy paths and where they lead, every crevice of the old lodge in the distance, but there was no need to share her little secret yet. NO, after hearing about how much fun her boyfriend had, she was eager to try for a little game of surprise herself, wondered if she could get one of them to play along. when she had stumbled into the survivor, all wide-eyed and terrified, it was almost too easy to get him to take a chance on her.
and the fun wasn't over yet. when he speaks, tries to calm her down, she almost has to fight with herself to keep from grinning. instead, she shakes her head, redirects her gaze ahead of them, exhales and forces a good shiver for show as she hugs herself. ' we're going to get through WHAT, exactly? what is this place? ' she asks, and her voice sounds soft, small and feminine, something easy to trust as its carried on the wind between them. ' where are we supposed to go?! i don't even know you. ' a NAME would be a good starting point.
would you rather (2013) rp meme.
tw: drinking, death, violence. change pronouns as necessary.
i had no place to turn.
you mad at me or something?
why would i be mad at you?
i feel like i let you down.
you can’t always be the hero.
i could really use the quiet.
it’s gonna be fine. we’ll get through this.
i trust that you will be on your best behavior tonight.
i mean, really. what’s the point?
why are you doing this?
i want to help you.
you have no idea how hard i’ve worked.
is all this necessary?
there’s no better window into a person’s character than the decisions that they make while under duress.
what the hell is this?
i knew this was too good to be true.
someone’s had a little too much to drink.
you go to hell, you sick motherfucker.
i don’t think i can do this.
you’re fucking crazy.
the least you could do is show a little fucking respect.
psycho little bitch.
you heard me, bitch.
opening your mouth was a big mistake.
i will fuck that guy up if i get the chance.
they want us to turn on each other.
yeah, we’re fucked.
they’re gonna kill us.
i’ve been through worse.
let’s just get it over with.
what the fuck is the matter with you people?
what did i ever do to you?
it’s just like life, isn’t it? no do-overs.
he needs medical attention.
can i stab her anywhere?
put some pressure on it.
can you breathe?
she’s not unconscious. she’s dead.
i tried to help her.
you made a decision and there’s a consequence.
keep your sarcasm to yourself.
they shot him.
is there a way out?
you’re lucky you didn’t get us all killed.
keep your petulant mouth shut.
why are you pointing a gun in my face?
now he’s dead.
i can’t do it.
that isn’t possible.
it’s over. we’re done. we can go home.
i think we have some things in common.
you’re here for someone else, right?
i’ll bet you’d do anything for him.
i know exactly how you feel.
i believe a “thank you” is in order.
oh my god, what did you do?
