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[larmoyante]

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via larmoyante)

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

Text messages from my muse to your muse

☠- for an angry text

?- for a confused text

!?- for an excited text

➳- for a fearful text

✉- for a normal text

☂- for a “are you serious?” text

✌- for a happy text

✘- for a text that was meant for someone else

ツ- for an envious text

✿- for a gossipy text

❤- for a heartfelt text

[groovebones]

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New blog is up! If any of you wanna go ahead and follow before tomorrow, its current url is @merccnarynew - again, the shift will officially happen tomorrow.

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Gonna be spending the day moving this blog to a new one. My tags are all messy and clogged and I just want everything to be neat and organized. However, the move won’t be official until tomorrow when I can properly follow people.

[therussianandthefinn]

[roleplayers-ink]

Send 📱 for a late night text from my muse.

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angst sentence starters yay

i have used my satan powers to make another one of these, angst list 2.0

"You're not welcome here anymore."

"Could you tell the truth for once?"

"Don't touch me!"

"I've always hated you."

"Don't go where I can't follow."

"N-no... anything b-but that... p-please..."

"You sicken me."

"Why should I believe you?"

"You're a monster!"

"If you beg I might have mercy on you."

"I will kill you slowly and laugh as I watch the light leave your eyes."

"I thought you loved me."

"Why should I care about you?"

"Get away from me!"

"I have three months to live."

"I don't need your pity."

"No... No! NO! STOP!"

"I will cut you to pieces bit by bit until there's nothing left."

"Go ahead and cry, see if I care."

"I'm dying."

"You have two months to live."

"You don't love me."

"Don't think you can escape me."

"The buyers will go crazy over you."

"I will kill your family and make you watch."

"How could anyone love a monster like me?"

"Are you drunk again?"

"Don't shoot!"

"What am I living for anymore?"

"I can't... not anymore..."

"Pick a god and pray."

"Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."

"I will do anything for you."

"You killed my family."

"It's all your fault."

"Disgusting."

"Don't forget that I own you."

"I can't breathe."

"You've been crying haven't you?"

"Who could ever love a monster like you?"

"I will bring you unimaginable pain until death comes as a blessing."

"Let's see... boiling water or red hot iron next..."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

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                                                Murder, Inc.*

                                                                                                *2k16

                                          DESTRUCTION, DEMISE                                         CORRUPTION IN DISGUISE                                          FROM THIS ENTERPRISE

Murder, Inc. Cute little idea, wasn’t it? Surely successful for its time, the cradle of organized crime — but regretfully, times change. Law-enforcement agencies grow wiser, more sophisticated and advanced — and, with them, the underbelly of society must develop accordingly, always stay just one step ahead.

So, think Murder, Inc. Think modern. Think an organization of spies, assassins and mercenaries, all brought together under one roof; an anonymous entity binding them to one another. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses — right? NO. Think of one force which, in the unity of its members, if capable of a n y t h i n g .

THE ORGANIZATION, bearing the symbol of the Eye of Providence, is known only as MURDER, INC.; a nod of sorts to its predecessors; a small bit of dry humor. Its director, never seen or heard from other than short, encrypted messages, is known solely as MANAGEMENT. Its MEMBERS; the only persons aware of its existence. Membership to the organization is by invitation only - and those invited are the best in their field. Information, clientele and profits are shared; assuring accomplishment and satisfaction to those who seek out their services.

THE GUIDELINES

✕ We aspire for this to be as realistic a verse as possible within its theme, and so we ask: no superpowers and no all-capable operatives. We all have our weaknesses and our fields of expertise. No one is perfect. Broad research is not a must, but preferred. ✕ One does not have to be over eighteen to join, though given the content, graphic NSFW and triggering themes are bound to occur. Join at your own risk. ✕ All starters, starter calls, applications (once approved) and any other announcement regarding this verse are to be tagged as v: murder inc 2k16. Obviously, tracking said tag is advised. ✕ The obvious: no godmodding, no OOC drama, no hate. This must be stressed, particularly with muses who are clearly capable of plenty. Respect your fellow writers; treat them as you’d like to be treated. ✕ We would prefer no duplicate FCs. Please either check the bios linked below or the verse tag for taken FCs. ✕ Feel free to approach the mods about anything – within good reason.

APPLICATIONS

Please fill in the following information and submit the application either or here (though the first is preferable). Once your application has been approved, please post it as a new post under the appropriate tag as instructed in the guidelines section.

Mun’s name (/nickname/alias etc.) and Age: Muse: Name: (optional) Alias(es): Age: Faceclaim: Occupation/Field of Expertise: (mercenary/assassin/spy/hacker/drug lord; the list goes on. This essentially consists of any high-profile criminal occupation that could use the varied services of the organization’s members or offer any services of their own.) Strengths: Weaknesses: Short Dossier: (minimum one paragraph; mostly professional. If there’s any personal information about your muse you’d rather keep to yourself, that’s entirely acceptable.)

THE MEMBERS

✕ MANAGEMENT ✕ Currently Anonymous ✕ To Be Announced ✕ CIRCE ✕ Assassin ✕ Torturer ✕ THE MERCENARY ✕ Mercenary Combat Operative ✕ Special Ops ✕ ROU ✕ Assassin ✕ Demolition Expert

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an extensive prompt masterlist pt. 2

( SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE. )

"Are we really just friends, then?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I can't believe you!"

"I swear it won't happen again."

"What did you say?"

"I'm not jealous, why would you say that?"

"Why are you smiling so much today?"

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"They were just a friend, okay? Nothing more."

"When you said you loved me, I thought it was going to be forever."

"I'm sorry I called you at 3AM. I needed you."

"Maybe I was wrong. I don't need you in my life."

"We can't keep doing this."

"I don't want to be your secret, anymore."

"I have the right to know what's going on!"

"The police are coming."

"I might have had a few shots."

"Are you sure this is legal?"

"Isn't this amazing?"

"I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"I don't need your sympathy."

"I'll miss you when you leave."

"You have to believe me."

"I'm a monster."

"You shouldn't love me."

"Stay the night. Please."

"You can't die. Please don't die."

"Run away with me."

"It's about the baby. It's yours."

"I wish this could last forever, don't you?"

( SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE/AU ABOUT OUR MUSES. )

❤: the morning after.

♛: my muse finds your muse after they ran away.

✎: a journal entry about your muse written by my muse.

▲: my muse is dying in your muse's arms.

▼: your muse is dying in my muse's arms.

★: our muses go stargazing.

✌: our muses spending christmas together.

☯: our muses share a new years' kiss.

✿: my muse gives yours a gift.

☠: your muse comes back to my muse's doorstep 5 years after their death was announced.

♒: our muses spend a day at the beach.

➳: your muse says their first "i love you" to my muse.

☁: my muse says their first "i love you" to your muse.

☏: my muse's voicemail to your muse after a huge fight.

💍: our muse's wedding day.

( SEND ME A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE. )

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: So that wasn't you leaving the bar with another person?

[text]: Goodnight, I love you.

[text]: This is why you're my best friend.

[text]: Help, I'm lost.

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now.

[text]: So... I just broke up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.

[text]: We're breaking up.

[text]: We can't keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I can't believe I wasted my first kiss on you.

[text]: I overheard what you said. I didn't know that's what you thought of me.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn't you?

[text]: There's nothing you can do to get me back.

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"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."

Dark Sentence Starters

            He had contemplated, several times, whether he should explain to her that he was not a babysitter and, hence, not willing to tend to bratty little children and their tantrums. On the one hand, it seemed as though it needed to be said – the same attitude that had been demonstrated in their initial meeting seemed only to repeat itself over and over, this unnecessary, near exaggerated anger and overbearing sense of entitlement --- the way a child would think to assert control.

            He had contemplated --- but given up on the idea. There was no use in talking to brick walls and, if anything, she would only accuse him on mansplaining. He’d rather save up on energy for more important tasks. The look he gives her as he tears his gaze away from the small stack of papers in his hands is the same as before, as it had always been; stoicism mixed with just the slightest tinge of disinterest. Best way to deal with a brat was simply not to engage them – was it not?

                        ”Looking forward to it, pet. I’m sure you’ll do a fine job.”

            With that, he let out a low, long sigh, keeping his attention directed at her for another short moment before turning back to his files.

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CHLOE: No, it's best to just declare defeat.

CHLOE: And promise to order me extra food.

GALWAY: Shrimp crisps, got it. I'm getting a green curry. Anything in particular you want?

[beatsiebcy]

   “ oi no one were sayin’ nothin’ bou’ no  freak  shit – “

 say what you want about his friends but one thing they’re not is cruel without reason. well, most of the time. if you give them a funny look or even breathe in their general direction then all hell could break loose – it really just depends on the day. besides, if anything the stranger’s size was something for the pack to admire. they pride themselves on their physiques – well, all except nox.

      the boy is fairly weedy – barely hitting 5′3 in his airmax and weighing 95 pounds  if he’s soaking wet.  fighting was never his strong point. sure, he throws a mean left hook but that’s about it unless he can use his blade. fairly nifty with a butterfly knife, but it’s bad form to start swinging in public, especially if your target looks like the family share pack compared to your tiny little bite size.

       as he’s shoved away the kid loses his balance, almost goes flying into an empty table. manages to stumble his way back to stability, though, nodding like a bobble head.

               “ yeah — yeh, sure, yeah. go si’ down, i’ll bring it over! “

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      Whichever way --- he would not, in fact, had gotten punched in his fucking face if he were just another ordinary guy. With the bartender having pointed out the trickle of blood running down his face, he turned his attention away from the much younger man, retrieving a paper napkin as to wipe the mess away.

      The handgun stuffed in the back of his trousers, trench knife strapped to his ankle and brass knuckles in his pocket were, really, more of a last resort. Just in case. One could never be too safe, and it would be foolish of him to assume otherwise. Still --- he would never dream of using them in a simple bar brawl. The brass knuckles, maybe, if he could be arsed. But in such cases, his aim was not to kill --- simply hurt. Badly. Maybe hospitalize, if he were angry enough.

      Either way, he thought, giving the bartender a simple nod as he returned with his order --- the snot-nosed little brat should consider himself lucky. Watching him from over his shoulder, he held the glass up as though to give toast; a dry smile on his lips, near entirely devoid of humor.

                  ”Cheers.”