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Currently featuring muses from: Dead by Daylight, Back 4 Blood, Resident Evil, Until Dawn, & more!

[ Last updated: September 18th, 2022 ]

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|| Blah, blah, blah- yadda, yadda, yadda- anyway. I gave my OC Moxie their own blog. I know I haven't been on in a long time but here. Mox has been strangely active out of my muses so- go poke her if you want and read all about her. ||

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// Hi- yes, I need everyone to see my lad that @helianthus-art made for me. He came out wonderfully and I adore him and Kaz [Yes I am referring to Jeff’s moth, his name is Kaz- he brings good luck.] so much. I cannot thank you enough, Helian ♥♥♥♥ You are amazing, not just because of the art but in general and I am always honored to have you in my life! //

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// -Muffled screaming- Helian you never cease to amaze me. Gods I love these so much- you did my lads justice and I am forever grateful. HHHHHH ♥♥♥♥ //

#// Gotta show off //#[ Not My Art ]#[ Musings — Jeff Johansen ]#[ Series - Dead by Daylight ]

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[ … ] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍.

Some things you 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 let go of Others you 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 Views 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 as to which I kept hold of 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, just in case …

──────── 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 .

#[ Promo ]#〚 𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. | 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠 〛#// Please go give them a look //#// They are an amazing mun with an amazing muse and they deserve more love honestly //#// I adore their Leon so much //

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Thoughts wandering ten miles per hour - he had the weird caffeine pills to thank for that - the black-clad mercenary remained as he was, occasionally idly tapping his knife against his bicep as his arms remained crossed over his chest. At times it was hard to ignore the constant whispering ebbing and flowing into his mind, usually helping him in locating his targets even faster as the entity seemed inclined to help him bring the offerings to the weird altar of whatever it was they were feeding here (and frankly, at this point he didn’t even want to know anymore). Giving a snort when the same person that had passed them moments ago with the flashlight (of course it was that girl, Fang or something?) came back, wordlessly stood beside them both for a moment and nodded, even went so far to reach and poke him, before heading off giggling, HUNK rolled his eyes - unseen, but the faintest shake of his head might have been a hint here. Considering the reply he was given, he tilted his head again, same bird-like manner spelling curiosity in a way that could both mean danger and honest interest. Was there really a way to fuck with the entitiy like that? Part of him doubted it. In the end, one of them lost. Sure, he was on the side that at least had nothing like death to fear (ironically, for him), but what they said didn’t seem entirely wrong. There were always ways to exploit a system, to turn things around in one’s favor, but the way these trials were set up, it seemed almost impossible to formulate a true gameplan. The way the entity tossed them into its arenas were too unpredictable, if not in terms of the where then certainly in the with whom. “Don’t wanna burst your bubble, but that sounds like wishful thinking to me,” he murmured - despite privately agreeing with them that mixing things up in ways that were unpredictable certainly made for some modicum of chaos that could break the whole system eventually. “…sounds like you have some sort of plan, though.” The afterthought was added when the generator between them died down entirely, the eerie silence settling in the surrounding area, only disturbed by the occasional cry of one of the crows around the place. By the sound of it all, this one had had a lot of time to ponder the reasons for being here along with any ways or means to get out, and likely they also had seen it all by now. HUNK had resorted to stick to himself (if the teens didn’t try to make him into their leader or something again), and just listen to what the other freaks talked about. Some of them seriously had more than one screw lose, and he would never understand the thrill of hooking your targets in a basement and just standing there. To HUNK, that wasn’t just bad taste but lazy and ineffective to boot, at least most of the time. A chuckle was drawn from the taller one when he heard the suggestion, and he tipped one shoulder in a one-sided shrug by way of signalling he wasn’t entirely against switching things up - although his primary target for now was a certain, flashlight-carrying person. He’d just have to be careful not to focus on her too long, from what he remembered she was an agile one. “Any challenges?” He asked while he glanced about the area again, only to turn and give the generator a smack with his knife for good measure. “Otherwise I suggest you get started. I should probably make sure the others don’t get too cocky.” Hesitating for a moment, he then reached to his belt, unclipping a charm that had miraculously ended in his possession of the first days (or nights? who the fuck knew anymore) in the fog, ironically looking like the logo of the very company he seized working for. “…might be a long shot but you could be onto something. Hand me one of yours, that way we can recognize each other if we end up in the same trial.” His brain was already in the middle of working out a strategy, and if they were down to find a way out of the fog, the both of them might as well make sure they recognized each other, lest a vital chance to plan further would be wasted.

It was hard to describe the emotion that ran through Moxie at that moment, caught somewhere between excited surprise and...anxiety. The kind that liked to crawl up your nerves when you looked over the edge at a particularly tall jump and debated if you should really be doing the thing you had already set out to do. The chill of adrenaline starting to ease its way through their system- they’d have been lying if they said that was the sensation they had been waiting to feel again.

Things were always much clearer in those instances, where other people might panic- Moxie was better under pressure, in the heat of sudden action. The world around them always seemed to slow, or maybe they just moved and thought too fast when that first hit came. Playing to whatever advantage they could, doing whatever was most unexpected- they’d gotten good at scoping out the playing field, at making observations. Seeing who was an obstacle, who was an ally, who was a mark- it didn’t really matter what it was for. Athletics and competitions, mundane odd jobs, a few crimes here and there...the survivor had a colorful history to say the least but adaptability was the bread and butter to every situation. Change out the labels, you could use the basis of those tactics for just about anything.

Perhaps that was why when they got snatched and thrown into the Fog, it didn’t take them long to adjust.

Of course, that also meant that they were quick to try and devise a way out- trapped, was not Moxie’s style.

They gingerly took hold of the extended charm, a thumb sweeping over the red and white exterior, feeling the metal ridges that divided the alternating colors. Their lips curled into a smile as they looked down at it, this must have belonged to that Umbrella thing they had heard passing mention of. That on its own was telling, a little detail that they could pick at later on their own time about just who HUNK really was, or who they were before really- That is, if Moxie wanted to anyway. Curiosity was a damnable thing when it came to the survivor, namely because it was a whim that they always indulged.

An idle thought couldn’t help but cross their mind as they hummed and attached the charm to their own belt, that this trinket- given to them in an unlikely alliance and tied to something dark that they had no knowledge of, would be the starting point for some semblance of hope. Hope in the form of chaos, sure- but it was hope nonetheless when you boiled it down to its essence.

Fucking with the entity, manipulating the system, you could call it having fun just to do something new but what it came down to was the need to escape. Really escape. Not just get out of the trials, but out of the fog. In some strange way- it was like coming full circle. A new path and a new beginning being forged out of something wholly unexpected.

They unclipped one of their own, tossing it in the air and catching it between two painted fingers. The shipping black nail polish glinting with the reflected light off the violently orange jack-o-lantern. Its sinister and admittedly sadistic, jagged grin peeking out from between their fingers as they held out the charm. Truth be told, it was one of their favorites. Reminding them of Autumn before the fog, hauling pumpkins and carving them with sharp knives because the damned plastic tools they gave you always broke and were worthless. It was weird how much they missed that as they offered out the charm.

“Not that I really expect you to remember, but I feel the need to give you a name since I technically know yours. Moxie. Moxie Leigh Rowan. I look forward to seeing where that long shot lands.”

#// Hi yes can I just mention how much I adore HUNK? //#// His thought process and how he works things out and calculates things is just- chef's kiss //#// Absolutely wonderful //#// You write him so well!! //#// I look forward to seeing where this goes and unravelling more about HUNK //#〚 ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣...ℚ𝕦'𝕖𝕤𝕥-𝕔𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕔'𝕖𝕤𝕥? | ℍ𝕏ℕ𝕂 〛#[ Reply ]#[ Interactions ]#[ Muse - Moxie Rowan ]

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Tired azures tracked every movement as his new companion circled around the black motorcycle. All the details he took the time to examine revealed his enthusiasm and total infatuation. Almost like how Leon reacted when he first laid eyes on his new beauty. Kennedy worked very hard to keep this motorcycle in complete and pristine condition. The paint was flawless, with not a single scratch visible, and every component was gleaming. He felt his chest tighten as pride rose within him. It was unusual for him to meet someone who could appreciate even the most insignificant details in automobiles, especially when the vehicle itself meant little to some.

When the agent saw such great admiration, a puff of air escaped his nostrils and his expression was adorned with the shadow of a smile. He moved in closer, a hand hidden beneath the material of fingerless, leather gloves on the other man’s shoulder. Soon after, he gave a slight nod of his head as his gaze rested on the Ducati in all its glory under the sun’s rays.

The voice that came with the question elicited a low hum from the agent’s chest. The compliment was well received as Leon rested his hand on the motorcycle’s handlebars, removing it from Jeff’s shoulder.

❝ I’m not particularly good at coming up with names. If you have suggestions go ahead. Do the honors and give my girl a lovely name. ❞ Leon told the truth, as amusing as it sounded. He had never given his Ducati a name, so he could rely on an artist’s imagination to begin the acquaintance. His fingers slid across the windscreen’s edge.

❝ She’d already seen a lot of Colorado. will need to take her on a longer ride ❞ Leon now grabbed the helmet and offered it to the artist. ❝ Do you want to take her for a ride ? I’ll take the seat behind you. ❞ He hadn’t expected Jeff to accept such an offer, but he wanted to give him a taste of what sparked in his brown eyes. He was calm about it, not pushing just silently making the good moments last longer. It almost felt like the usual coldness within Leon’s baby blue eyes managed to vanish for a while. He felt good, relaxed. Something he missed along the way of leading such a destroyed life to bits.

The warmth of a hand on his shoulder drags his attention sharply away from the Ducati, following after the man’s movements when he sees himself reflected back within the mirrored gaze of azure. The artist watches the other’s hands trail along metal with a surprising amount of gentleness for the rough edge those same hands seemed to have.

But its the words that greet him that have him holding his breath, an odd swell forming beneath his sternum.

He was being the honor of naming the bike?

Jeff blinked several times, his brows rising as he looked from one to the other, still trying to wrap his head around that privilege being just...handed to him. A name was a sacred thing in the artist’s eyes, at least when it came to important things like instruments and vehicles- they were mediums, extensions of yourself, they were equal parts a tool to use and a partner. It was damn near impossible to name something for someone else, but at the same time...could he really resist the opportunity?

He let the other continue, surprise still settling on his features as he absorbed Leon’s words- only to be metaphorically backhanded into yet another wall at the sight of a helmet being offered to him. His mouth fell upon slightly, lips parting in breathless wonder. His hands reacted on their own, sending even more deeper ripples of shock along the pools of his mind. He saw the familiar swirls of black ink that made up the tattoos on his arms peaking out past the leather as he took hold of the helmet, an idle thought of how they had come to be surfacing passively.

The artist had done them himself, both arms- it had taken a fair amount of dexterity and more than one case of beers to ease the tremble that uncertainty brought. Ink on flesh only had so much room for a ‘do-over’ before it just looked like shit and you had to go through extensive removal or just suck it up and deal with it for the rest of your life. Being ambidextrous did help though, a skill that he had gone through great lengths to practice and hone to the point that whatever he could do with one hand- he could replicate perfectly with the other. At first, he had been worried, having sketched out designs several times and changed them repeatedly, unsure of if it was quite right until eventually he decided there was no right way to do it so long as it was his, so long as it was a reflection and extension of him in some capacity that could speak where he could not. He was more than aware of the fact that few people would be able to read it, see it for what it was, but it was another opportunity...another door. And when you were as anxious and intimidating as Jeff Johansen was, you could never have too many of those.

That sensation made the corner of his lips twitch upward in amusement-

Not much had changed. Even now, he supposed that in some ways showing the Ducati, allowing him to name it...to ride it...it was the same thing as if he were to show his art or tattoos, if he were to play a song on his dad’s guitar. It was allowing someone the chance to see- the chance to be close and maybe even understand, to bridge a connection.

He had to be sure then that whatever name he did chose would be that reflection for Leon, that connection-

No pressure.

Dark eyes flicked down to the helmet in his hands thoughtfully. The agent had been through a lot, and that wasn’t even touching the surface- the most he knew was the look in the other’s eyes. That dark shadow that rested there, the familiar hollowness that lingered, the reluctance in muscles until some outside force spurred it into action only to be followed by the wonder of what there even is left to lose and how to keep going. He didn’t know a single thing about Leon’s past, he knew that the man had worked with some fucked up shit- had to play savior more than once in impossible situations where his hands were tied... but he didn’t know the details.

He breathes slowly through his nose, long inhales and exhales as he flips through names from books he had read, songs he heard and listened to, the occasional movie that he liked. From the sounds of it, the Ducati had gotten him through a lot, and it was obvious how precious it was to him. Even more reason why this entire thing was still a complete shock to him.

“Selene.” The name felt heavy on his tongue, too quiet within the space that hung between them, prompting him to wet his lips and try again with gaze flicking to Leon’s face. “I think Selene might be best.”

He shifted his weight from side to side, turning the helmet slowly in his hands and preparing to put it on as he continued, feeling the need to explain himself. “The name comes from the Greek Goddess- she wasn’t just of the moon like Artemis or even Hecate, she was the moon. Cutting light through the darkness of night, hiding within the shadows slowly but ever present- always there where you see her or not. She feared abandonment, even being surrounded by the light of stars because there was only ever her and an entire world filled with mortals who saw her but didn’t know her. Who knew only of her power and strength but nothing beyond that.”

Jeff swallows softly, removing a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and looking down into the shaded innards of the helmet. “There’ve been many poems about her, a lot of them go on about isolation and loneliness- the strength of her. But there’s one that talks about a mortal who fell in love with her, who saw her as a beacon to a home he had never been to, that he never knew existed to prior to seeing her, but had always known. The way that he chased after her, regardless of everything in the way- to reach that home, that sanctuary, that love that he saw reflected back in the moon’s guiding light. I dunno that the love was returned really- but I like to think that between the pair of them, there was a connection in the loneliness that no one else could really understand. One that other people would think is absurd, maybe even crazy. But for all of that mortal’s days, he still had a companion, and Selene had someone who saw her as more than just the moon.”

Warmth spreads over his cheeks, realizing that this was probably the most he had ever ventured to say out loud to anyone in...well, maybe ever. Preferring to be a quiet presence and speak through any other means. He slots the helmet over his head immediately, carefully holding the Ducati as he slings a leg over and settles on top. Allowing his body to get used to the curve of the vehicle before looking expectantly at Leon.

Waiting.

For approval, or reaction- for further permission-

His nerves beginning to kick up in his system as his grasp tightened slightly on the handles. Some part of him already regretting the name and wondering if he could choose a better one, if it was too late- if Leon even liked it.

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HI HELLO- Probably should have posted this sooner but I am going to be busy until the 13th or so [have been since the 6th, hence the- ‘should have posted this sooner.’]

But! I am very excited to reply to threads that I have and am planning- I’ll get to them as soon as I can, promise. I just want to be able to give it my proper attention. So don’t panic or think I’m uninterested in it because it’s taking me a bit, I swear I am very interested.

There are- many thoughts in this head. Trust.

- Crowe

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Slight update? Busy time extended until Tuesday, the 18th.

May be able to get replies in between, I will try my best.

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HI HELLO- Probably should have posted this sooner but I am going to be busy until the 13th or so [have been since the 6th, hence the- ‘should have posted this sooner.’]

There are- many thoughts in this head. Trust.

- Crowe

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He couldn’t even really disagree with that one, considering that yes, he was very much bored from the whole thing they had going on here. Not knowing how he had ended in the fog in the first place, nor what the ultimate goal of it all was, it had soon and quickly turned out to be utterly frustrating. Yes, of course, he would still do what was expected of him, considering there wasn’t much else to do and it went strongly against his principles to not fulfill his missions in a successful manner, but doing the same thing again, and again, and again…? No wonder some of the people or creatures around here seemed to go mad from it. He glanced over when he could hear a distant explosion from a failed generator that misfired, heaving another sigh that came out muffled from beneath his mask, his hand starting to idly play with the knife as he glanced back to the survivor who was now leaning on the machine between the both of them, both taunting an attack and similarly bored as he seemed to be. “Would give you a lil’ star sticker for being right about that,” he retorted, huffing through his nose as he caught the knife again, pondering if this time was worth him running like a madman across the area the fog hat placed them in. Certainly, the powers he had gained made it so he could cross distances more swiftly than he remembered ever moving in the field before, but as much fun as that might sound, he still didn’t see the sense in it all. After all, it was not like he had fun dismembering people like some of those that were on his side of the fog. “Can always just let you run,” he mused quietly, glancing around and grunting when the flashing light of a runner-by hit him, unexpectedly, so he had to look down and shake his head in order to make the brightness go away again. God-fucking-damn-it! Maybe that one he should hunt down and hang, just to get back at him. Or her. It had all been too quick for him to see who it was. A onesided shrug followed the words the other spoke then, as he didn’t much care for anyone to know him. The teens that followed him and were part of The Legion seemed to know each other, and they had tried to pry some personal information from him at first, but he had taught them soon enough to leave him alone. He did not ask to babysit any of them and he certainly would not become their friend. Clicking his tongue, he stopped the ongoing throw-and-catch he had played with his knife, instead crossing his arms over his chest as he considered them, the way they stood and seemed just as unbothered by the ruckus around them as he was. Sometimes he felt like he landed on the wrong side of the fog. “You could always just hide? Why get close and personal with someone that would have to make you go through this again?”

Blinding light, the kind that makes them have an urge to throw Amontillado at their own teammate- they wonder for a moment if that would be considered ‘helping the killer’ but then again, what difference would it have made? They get shunned at the campfire? Oooooo- big deal, they swapped campfires so fast it wasn’t even funny. Different faces all the time, Moxie counted themself lucky any time they actually managed to get one that had Topher in it, or Jeff, or even that Dwight that had a habit of wearing jester pants into trial complete with little jingling bells. Beyond that though? They couldn’t give a flying rat’s ass about most anyone else.

Don’t get them wrong, they’d save someone off hook, take the brunt of the aggression if a situation called for it, but if someone was an asshole? They’d sooner fuck with them than fuck around with them. Blinding the guy when he was just standing there and talking to them over a gen was a cheap shot. Maybe the other survivor thought they were doing some sort of tag team there with that one- but Mox was hardly the type. They liked to think they were more creative than that and flashlights were predictable, boring. Not to mention, if Moxie were going to team up with someone then they were going to do it with a bit more flare.

Their attention snags on the clicking sound, gaze flickering back to the man before them that had stopped flipping his knife. They considered his question, chewing on the words carefully for a moment- they supposed they could run, or hide, do anything other than this. It would have made sense for them to.

Getting close to a killer spelled trouble. Even if you managed it, there was still the aftermath. Emotions were messier than whatever blood ended up being spilled. So why try at all?

“Because when shit gets old you have to find a way to spice it up a little and what better way to do that to give a big old fuck you to the thing that brought us here? You could refuse to play by the rules, but that’s a dumb move. Seen it already- you somehow end up with less than what you started with. But find some loopholes and still get to the endgame? Entity can’t do shit.” They begin, fingers pressed into the edge of the generator and straightening, mirroring their head tilt from earlier.

“Blur the line a little and things get all kinds of messy. You’ll probably still kill me because that’s what you have to do and I’m not about to talk you out of that or play the guilt card later on because what would even be the point? Its gonna happen either way. But!” They slap the top of the gen, which by now hardly even has a chug to it, the first piston churning pathetically. “No reason why the shared suffering has to be so continuously doom and gloom- can have a little fun in between. Maybe even work together on getting out of the fog entirely- and if we do get out? Hey. All the better right?”

It was a long shot and they knew it- they all had a better chance of finding the holy grail in one of the maps than they did of actually getting out of there but it wasn’t like the possibility didn’t exist at all.

A few years ago Moxie would have thought you were batshit if you told them that Freddie Krueger and Sadako were real and not just slashers from movies that they happened to love. Yet, here they were. And you know what they say about meeting your heroes-

Still, what harm could it really do? Work it from both angles enough and it could work, or maybe they end up not hating their time in a trial if HUNK’s around. If he went along with any of it. Alternative? Moxie dies again. Shit would suck sure but, wouldn’t stop them from trying- and try they would, over and over just to see what would happen.

“How about a game within a game- like a dream within a dream but a little less complicated and inception-y. Even let you pick, but- whoever loses, has to answer a question. Not so bad right? ‘Sides, you look all special military type anyway- you can think of it like intel or something.”

#〚 ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣...ℚ𝕦'𝕖𝕤𝕥-𝕔𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕔'𝕖𝕤𝕥? | ℍ𝕏ℕ𝕂 〛#// Moxie doesn't make plans- they wing everything and hope for the best //#// If it works out- they act like it was planned //#// Also totally not an excuse to see more of HUNK because I love how much depth you give them //#// So this is like- chance to whittle away at him slowly and find out more about him and how he works/thinks //#// You know- if he goes along with it pffft //#[ Muse - Moxie Rowan ]#[ Reply ]#[ Interactions ]

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She was something else - the other Survivor well known to be a cheeky wildcard around the group, willing to take risks & tempt fate like an old lover in her familiarity with it. Ballsy as hell - something Chris admired & respected overall. But… he had to admit that he couldn’t help but feel lightly on edge being on the receiving end of her attention.

Something about how she carried herself - it left him feeling like she could hit him with anything as far as conversation went. Cheshire-like & playful, there’s a hint of something mischievous glittering in her eyes as she glances up to better face him. Skillfully, she continues her generator repairs, able to focus solely on him without so much as needing to turn & look down at where she was moving her wires. Definitely a sign she’d been here for as long as she had been - the comfortable ease with which she found herself going through the practiced motions.

There’s a telltale silence that follows Dwight’s earlier screeching, though it doesn’t last - not before they hear the colourful vocabulary being creatively tossed whoever’s way. Before long, there’s the sound off of a scream - a sign he’d been the first hooked. Thankfully? Guy had one hell of a skill when it came to running these assholes - something equally as fearless ( or just plain stupid… ) given his choice in wardrobe. Bright eye catching colours that stung when he looked for too long were his choice in trial-wear.

In his words; ‘They’re a pain in my ass - I’ll be a pain in their eyes. Eye for an eye - all that jazz. ’

At the snort of laughter he hears, accompanied by the sharpened grin tossed his way, Chris can’t help but mirror it with one of his own. Only his was a poor mimicry of theirs when it lacked the curved edges laced & ready to cut at a moments notice. More amicable, there’s a softness there that further relays his amusement as he glances up from where his hands continued about their business.

❝ Oh, a challenge huh? Guess it’s only fair. Hope you know you got off easy with Topher. Still - thanks for that. Weirdly that’s the first actual ’surprise’ that caught me off guard. ❞

Comes the teasing banter balled up & swatted back her way. It wasn’t hard to fall into an easy peace with her - something he takes a small amount of joy in as he glances up to the pistons chugging away above. Nearly done.

When Moxie chimes in next, he pauses his own movements, head twitching to the side in some bewilderment, all before a laugh sputters free.

❝ Amontillado? Like that old story…? Oh my god - you… named the brick Amontillado. Clever. ❞

He accepts the offered brick, removing his hands from the machine as his companion continued about fussing with the final bits within the roaring machine. He gives 'Amontillado’ a light toss into the air, a gesture borne more from unease than anything else. When she makes her offer, just a single wire before she’s ready to pop the gen, impish sights catch on his, snagging them & drawing forth something he hadn’t felt in a long time. kindred chaos.

A brow arches, he leans back on his heels, readjusting his hold on the reddish brick gifted over with some growing amusement.

❝ All ears, Rox-a-Mox. ❞

Comes the cheeky reply as his eyes gain a crescent-like narrow.

“Bet your ass I did. Grew up on Poe stories believe it or not, see most kids’ parents read like...fairytales or something to their child but my mom gave me only the best, first. Poe, Stoker, Wilde, Shelley- the classics and bare essentials of all things gothic.” She nods sagely, as though this made perfect sense and wasn’t a slightly strange thing at all. Of course, if it was- she probably didn’t care. Having heard all about it before from damn near anyone who decided they couldn’t keep their tongue to themselves and let words assault her as though she hadn’t grown a thick enough skin to them. Paper cuts sucked and they stung, even more so when you went to clean them, but at the end of the day? The words did little to sway her from life, if anything, they gave her more to push against. Taking each one like a challenge and personal invitation.

Her gaze tracks to where she senses Dwight hanging in the distance, some part of her infinitely glad that she wasn’t around to hear him be properly chased. His commentary had been her undoing on more than one occasion, his string of words and choice of phrasing making her bark out laughter as he ran past. Her reaction time being a hair too slow to properly stop herself, hand slapping over mouth but failing to slow the trickling sound until she’s practically keeled over before the killer even turns to take her instead.

Worth it though. Not that Dwight would agree- probably.

She jerks a chin in the other’s direction, spotting the killer still milling around the area. Typical. A lazy hunter if you asked her, let the prey come to him and tunnel them down if they manage to get the unhook.

“Pride rock’s not far off from where our boy is hanging out. I theorize that if you perch yourself up on top and I snag the killer’s attention- we can looney toons the bastard, grab Dwight, and be on our merry little way.” Hands shove themselves into her jacket pockets, rolling her head to the side to grin at Topher lopsidedly, “You play Wile E. Coyote and I’ll be Road Runner- always thought they’d get more down if they worked together anyway.”

#〚 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕. | 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 〛#[ Reply ]#[ Interactions ]#[ Muse - Moxie Rowan ]#[ Series - Dead by Daylight ]

— @destallo || Muse - Jeff Johansen ;

『 ❛ Like what you see? ❜ | (Leon about the motorcycle. To Jeff!) 』

Sleek black that curved to the wind itself, bowing only enough to slice straight through it and disappear into the fold of night. The gleam of silver a promise of something tangible through the haze, metal that encased the purring engine, life that vibrated through bones enough to ground you to the present. Streaks of crimson, taillights in slices that made a glowing trail when lit, their grace in the fluid movement likely producing a tail like that of butterfly wings in the gloom- an eager and playful call of; ‘catch me if you can.’

Jeff didn’t just like what he saw-

He was in awe of it.

Circling around the motorcycle with eyes glittering, flicking toward each part in admiration. The tires looked as though they could handle damn near any terrain if pressed and the exhausts were no joke either. Aerodynamic, a deadly beast that spoke of escape and saving in the same breath.

His fingers hovered but didn’t touch, dark eyes spotting his own reflection in the paint of the bike. The split scar over his left eye glared back at him, tired bags hanging beneath pools of already burnt charcoal that made up his irises. Once upon a time, he might have joked about the fire that could appear there; brilliant and full of heat ready to burn through anything that stood before him as an extension of his will. A refusal to cower or stop existing just because it would have been more convenient had he not. He found his niche, and he stayed in it, making a home of it-

Up until the fog.

Now the bright flicker that brought out the warmer tones in the sharp peaks of his irises had become dull, dark- more black than brown at all.

His fingers curled inward and he drew his hand away, straightening slowly. The artist’s attention turning back to the motorcycle itself as he lets a slight huff that sounded like a chuckle escape from him, a small smile lingering.

“She’s a beauty. Got a name?” He asks, his gaze flitting to meet Leon’s face questioningly, “Bet she’s seen half the world by now- can’t have a bike like that and not want to show her off or travel everywhere.”

#〚 𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. | 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠 〛#// I am so ready you have no idea //#[ Answered Ask ]#[ Reply ]#[ Interactions ]#[ Muse - Jeff Johansen ]#[ Series - Dead by Daylight ]

queenmoriarty

*first autumnal leaf falls to the ground*

me: i must spook

#|| Crowe Noises ||#|| OOC Tag ||#// Honestly goes for just about all of my muses- Happy spooky month //

slowlikehoney1996

t shirt that says “i used to be worse”

#[ Musings — Moxie Rowan ]

nightprompts

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( a mix of angst, fluff, and plot focused dialogue prompts in the form of questions. feel free to change how you seem fit. )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ did it hurt? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfy? ❜

❛ do you promise? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

#[ Ask Prompt ]

nightprompts

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( an assortment of dialogue prompts for various crime / mafia / detective / criminal underworld scenarios. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ i always get paid in the end, one way or another. ❜

❛ maybe you just need someone to tell you what to do. ❜

❛ i don’t think you fully understand the situation you’re in. ❜

❛ rule one: don’t get caught. ❜

❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜

❛ consider this a professional courtesy. ❜

❛ i want us to be friends. i want us to trust each other. ❜

❛ you thought you could just fuck with us, and we wouldn’t fuck with you? ❜

❛ can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me? ❜

❛ the detective’s life isn’t an easy one. but it rarely lacks for excitement. ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ tell me, what was life like on the other side? ❜

❛ so, to what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ how many fights have you been in this week? ❜

❛ you want a silencer pistol? sure, if one’s on sale. ❜

❛ go ahead. you might as well finish the job. ❜

❛ can i at least buy you a drink? ❜

❛ you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up. you know that, right? ❜

❛ we’re not all savages here, sweetheart. ❜

❛ the only thing that’s gonna keep you safe in this world is that gun. ❜

❛ i’ll teach you something about punishment. ❜

❛ do we have your allegiance or not? ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you wanted the truth. i’ve given it to you. it’s up to you what you do with it. ❜

❛ you’re playing nurse to a killer, you know. ❜

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜

❛ looks like you could use a bodyguard. ❜

❛ you look great. like a million bucks of real money. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ drink all you want, but we need to stay focused. ❜

❛ you’re like a cockroach i can’t kill. i mean it in a good way. ❜

❛ you eat, or you get eaten. animals call it survival. humans call it business. ❜

❛ i could teach you how to fight, but i wasn’t equipped to take care of you. ❜

❛ i wanted to hurt them for the way they hurt you. ❜

❛ no one’s worth a bullet between the eyes. ❜

❛ may i have my gun back? ❜

❛ who taught you how to do that? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make you an offer. one time only. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ you still have to keep up appearances. ❜

❛ the bodies he buried laid the foundation of what we are now. ❜

❛ imagine how quickly you can succeed if you just take what you want. ❜

❛ that wasn’t a punch. if i’d punched you, you’d be on the floor. ❜

❛ the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option for me. ❜

❛ i need you to focus on this case. not on me. can you do that? ❜

❛ you’re still an honest person. it’s the rest of the world that’s gone crooked. ❜

❛ all you need to do is exactly what i tell you to do. ❜

❛ i’ve done things i’m not proud of. i’ve hurt people and i’m going to hurt more. ❜

❛ blood money buys the best art. ❜

❛ everyone who ever helped me is dead. i don’t want that to happen to you. ❜

❛ i don’t kill people. not even scumbags like you who deserve it. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ you’re not very good at retiring. ❜

❛ remember who the real enemy is. ❜

❛ you’re one of us now. nobody ever tell you that? ❜

❛ i’m the lucky one who pulled you out of the garbage. ❜

❛ if it were up to me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago. ❜

❛ everyone in that room has lived far worse than anything you’ve ever done. ❜

❛ if you’re doing it to help someone, doesn’t that make it okay? ❜

❛ you don’t get to be at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down. ❜

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