Dust to Dust

When night comes creeping My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

[nghtmare-fuel]

NGHTMAREFUEL; Indie & selective. Multi-muse featuring original horror and non-horror muses with canon muses sprinkled through. Canon verses featuring popular fandoms including: Stranger Things, The Walking Dead, DC, and generalized horror/creature.

OC, canon, crossover, and duplicate friendly. Darker and mature themes present and explored.

𝗳𝝰𝗹𝗹 𝙩𝒉𝗿𝞂𝛍𝒈𝒉 𝙩𝒉𝒆 𝐜𝗿𝝰𝐜𝗞𝙨 𝞈𝖏𝙩𝒉 𝙩𝒉𝒆 𝐜𝝰𝙨𝛍𝝰𝗹𝙩𝖏𝒆𝙨 𝞈𝒉𝒆𝗿𝒆 𝗳𝗿𝒆𝒆𝟃𝞂𝒎'𝙨 𝙩𝒉𝗿𝞂𝞈𝛈 𝞂𝛍𝙩 𝞈𝖏𝙩𝒉 𝒎𝞂𝗿𝝰𝗹𝖏𝙩𝛄

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[mcflymemes]

"TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for demanding answers, adjust as necessary

say it again, slower this time.

i don't have much time to explain, but i'll try.

you need to tell me what's going on.

i can't help you if i don't know what's happening.

you said something earlier, but i think i missed it.

i'm not hiding anything. i'm just trying to protect you.

what were you trying to say to me?

there must be more to the story than this.

you're not telling me the full story. you're leaving things out.

why do you have to be so secretive about this?

i wish i could tell you the truth. i really do.

why can't we discuss this now?

what's preventing you from telling me the truth?

you know what happened, yet you're just going to keep it from me.

don't i have a right to know?

i'll never forgive you if you keep this from me.

you're just going to have to find out for yourself.

don't leave me in the dark.

since you don't want to tell me, you leave me no choice.

i want you to talk to me, tell me what happened.

i don't like it when you're evasive.

you're hiding something.

all right, i'll tell you what i know.

you have to promise to take this with a grain of salt.

if i could tell you the truth, i would.

some things are better left unsaid.

you wouldn't believe me if i told you.

i don't know the truth.

i can't remember what they told me.

the last time i tried to explain it, you laughed in my face.

there's no getting through to you, is there?

tell me what's happening. tell me what's going on.

i can't do anything without your information.

you're the only one who knows how to fix this.

there's always something more, isn't there?

what else did they tell you?

what did they whisper to you when you were leaving?

you're keeping something from me.

you've never been a good liar.

look into my eyes and tell me the truth.

i wish you would just be honest with me.

something happened, and i'm going to get to the bottom of it.

if you won't tell me, i'll find someone who will.

that doesn't help me, you know.

you could try to be a little more helpful.

you never answered my question.

were you ever going to tell me the truth?

i'd like you to be honest for once in your life.

if you really loved me, you'd tell me what happened.

i won't judge you. i just need to know what happened.

just let me warn you... you're not going to like what you hear.

[rpmemes-galore]

a small psa that, if you’re writing with me, there’s never any pressure.  you can always take as much time responding to things as you need.  days, weeks, months, it’s fine with me!   you and your well-being come first.   i never want you to feel like i’m expecting you to write, because that’s never the case.  and i never want you to feel rushed for replies.  you, the mun, always come first, full stop.  <3

[beebssources]

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[nghtmare-fuel]

@xseen2muchx asked ❛ come on, it's gonna be fun! ❜ & “You’re out of your mind!” for Dominic (because my brain went wild combining the two)

"Come on, it's gonna be fun." Dominic was doing his best to convince her to get in the car with him. Unconventional? Yeah, probably. But where was the harm. It wasn't like there was going to be any way of wrecking out. Certainly not like the one that had laid him up and nearly taken the use of his legs. He knew Alex was hesitant about it, understandably so. Most people would be. Washed up racer driving on a track without clearance. Yeah, he probably wouldn't get in the car with himself either. But, the thought of showing her even a glimpse had taken hold after they had hung out a couple of times and refused to go quietly into the night. It had taken a little planning and a little time. No, it wasn't a professional car, but close enough to one that she would feel some force once he hit the accelerator. The course was empty, the garage was empty, no one was here that could cause any trouble or get them in trouble.

It had taken a lot to even get her here. The idea had been brought up as more of a passing thing to toy with initially. When she hadn't bitten, Dominic decided to see if she had any interest at all. The answer had been wishy washy at best, but he took it as not an outright no. Which meant some planning and work had to be done to make everything into a reality. Plus, someone to watch Riley for a night. A minor amount of deceit was required to get her in the car with him in the first place, and when he arrived at the track, he knew it would take more convincing.

"You're out of your mind," Alex shot back with a laugh, and Dominic just grinned. He was leaning against the roof of the car, key turning over in his hand as he patiently waited.

"Maybe a little, but I will say in my defense that it was a well established fact before you agreed to come out." Something about this woman put him at ease in a way that he hadn't had with anyone since his wife. It wasn't the same. No, it wouldn't ever be. He couldn't compare two people like that. It would be unfair to Alex and unfair to the memory of his wife. "Come on. Nothing bad is going to happen and I promise I won't go that fast. You said you wanted to do something that would make you feel alive again. Trust me. This is it. And if you don't, well drinks are on me tonight." He could see her tossing the decision back and forth before the victory came in the form of her shoulders slumping just a bit. She was getting into the car.

Dominic settled behind the wheel and made sure that she was buckled in securely before turning over the engine. Giving it a rev, he listened carefully for anything that might seem out of place before nudging the car forward a bit, checking the brakes. He had promised nothing would happen and it was better safe than sorry to make sure that nothing was outright wrong. Satisfied that everything sounded in working order, the rumble of the engine a fine motored purr that was music to his ears, he shot her a grin.

"Here we go," he offered briefly before punching the gas, mindful give that they didn't have helmets or suits so he couldn't hit it too hard. The car took off, accelerating along the pavement quickly. The familiar feeling settled in almost instantly, Dominic's focus narrowed down to the road and the feel of the car handling underneath his direction. He kept a careful ear for the woman beside him in case it was too much.

[deputyrook]

Dan Stevens as Detective Adam Barrett "Frank" in Abigail (2024)

[acecroft]

LAUREN COHAN as Maggie Rhee in The Walking Dead: Dead City 1.01

[godstrayed]

　It's one of those things that ought to have changed. Rather than slow down it was different now. Any time anyone brought up any challenge to him it was like he couldn't back down. He reacted instinctively; brutally even, a flurry of emotions and fists ready to go. How many times had he gotten kicked out of bars around town? How many fights had it been in the last few months? He doesn't go looking for the trouble, he has better sense than that, however he doesn't fuckin' back down or shy away from it when met with it.

He realizes the burden he would be putting on her by visiting her when she wasn't working. And truthfully, he wouldn't come if he didn't feel like he had no other choice. But he probably needs stiches and the last thing he wants is his face to fuckin' bruise or be permanently fucked up as vain as that might be.

Sheepishly, almost coy; he shifts his weight in her doorstep before moving forward once given permission. Billy sighs slightly, fingers twitching at his side restlessly. Knuckles bruised and bloodied, it had been a particularly nasty fight. The motherfucker brought his friends. "Sorry to disturb your otherwise peaceful night.." He has enough sense of shame to feel bad about it. "I owe you- big time." He slumps in, eyes blinking up at the ceiling light. "Do I look as bad as I fuckin' feel?"

[nghtmare-fuel]

Trouble just seemed to follow certain people more than others. She knew for a fact, at this point, with as many times as she had patched Billy up, that it often found him rather than him actively seeking it out. A level of hostility existed that she could never understand. A demand to constantly prove something. Constance never allowed herself to delve into it. She shook her head when the apology spilled, a softer smile on her face. Compassionate, caring. Natural qualities that were never switched off. And never withheld. Perhaps one day it would get her in trouble. But until then....

"I was just watching a movie, it's fine." With a practiced ease, the supply kit was grabbed from its spot in the hallway closet before she was making her way back to him. A proper look over was needed. "How bad do you really feel?" It wasn't a mocking statement in response to his question. A slightly probing question aimed at learning if he needed to go to the hospital; a way to subtle assess him and determine if the care needed was far more than she could provide. Constance started with checking out his face first, hands soft as they came up to turn his head left and right.

"What the hell happened, Billy?" This seemed a little worse than usual, and her heart ached for the man before her. Not pity, never pity. Most railed against even thought of someone pitying them. So, Constance did her best to keep that empathetic side of her under control. The small gash shouldn't need any sutures, just some closures with butterflies. His knuckles and hands? A thoroughly cleaning and some bandages. There seemed to be blood from other places though she she had to check everything.

[sgt-dignam]

Archie Madekwe & David Harbour in Gran Turismo (2023) dir. Neill Blomkamp

[nghtmare-fuel]

Looking to get more things going with more people! Below are the muses I'm feeling the most at the moment. But open to others too. Like for a starter. Or even if you want to just plot.

Cian Byrne

Constance Hennessy

Dominic Fowler

Elizabeth Winchester

Mickey Altieri

Simon "Ghost" Riley

[xseen2muchx]

She had to look back at them curiosity winning out. "That they are." She chuckled, knowing that all too well. Her eyes moved back to him though when he mentioned that he had used to be a type of celebrity, surprise on her face. When he continued though she couldn't help the way her lips pulled into a rare, dazzeling smile. "Ah...no wonder I dont know you."

She paused when she realized how that might have come out. "Not that its not great or you weren't great or it wasn't important!" She quickly tried to recover, her own foot fully in her mouth. She wondered if she had gotten even worse over time at interacting with people. "God make me stop." She muttered with a shake of her head.

Her eyebrows rose up as he continued though about how he just didn't want to be bothered and knocked back his drink. She wanted to ask but if anyone could understand that, it was her. Pausing she decided to help, if only to make up for putting her foot in her mouth by insulting his livelihood. "I think I can help with that." She gave him a wink before turing in her seat and pulling down her hood so that they could fully see her face...and the long gash on her collarbone that snaked all the way over her shoulder.

Once the people in the corner saw her face, some of them paused. Even if they didn't know who she was, there was a bit of an eirieness that made them look quickly away.

Turning back she zipped the hoodie up just a bit higher on her shoulder. "I'm kind of a little famous too. They wont come over now." She promised, ordering another drink for herself.

[nghtmare-fuel]

Dominic didn't find any offense in the statement. In fact, it was far more amusing to him than anything else and was probably the highlight of the evening. He wasn't the young kid he had been when he broke onto the scene, too cock-sure of himself and expecting his name to be known. As if he was some big named celebrity. Time had humbled that, along with the abrupt end of his career. Now? He would rather go unnoticed than noticed. Especially when it was just him and his son. Life was just far easier that way. So, when she was backtracking, there wasn't any way for him to stop the chuckle that came. A raspy sound that was genuine.

"Nah, actually sorr of refreshing to hear that someone couldn't give a shit." Half a light tease, half a genuine statement. "Don't take offense to anything like that. My younger self probably would have but, I ain't that kid anymore. Been humbled. Ya don't like racing, ya wouldn't know me. Besides, the rambling is nicer than anything that they are likely to say." Though he watched as she turned and pulled down her hood. He wasn't sure what that was supposed to do before he caught sight of the scars.

Now, Dominic wasn't one to press and in this situation he most certainly wouldn't. She had been kind enough to not send him off like a kicked dog and had done, well whatever it was that she just did to make anyone more leery of coming over. So, really, he owed her. Along with being humbled in his older age, he had learned, for the most part at least, to not stick his foot in his mouth. The man kept himself silent as she turned back around. A drink for each were set down with a silence passing between them, the bartender not saying anything either. Something that Dominic was thankful for and by the reaction of the woman beside him, it was likely a good guess ventured that she would be too.

"Can't argue against that working well...." He murmured as he took a smaller sip this time of the second glass. It was all he was going to offer on the subject. "And guess we can call it even, since I have no idea who you are either. Just a friendly face at the bar." Maybe that would make her feel better about it all.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  alright, you’ve won. happy now?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you’re okay?  ❜ ❛  can you say that again?  ❜ ❛  come on, are you serious?  ❜ ❛  do you come here often?  ❜ ❛  don’t do this to me.  ❜ ❛  don’t leave me alone again.  ❜ ❛  forgive me. just this once.  ❜ ❛  go and never come back.  ❜ ❛  have you lost your mind?  ❜ ❛  i already knew about that.  ❜ ❛  i can’t trust you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i did it for you.  ❜ ❛  i have to do this.  ❜ ❛  i think i’m in love.  ❜ ❛  i will wait for you.  ❜ ❛  i won’t let you down.  ❜ ❛  i’m always here for you.  ❜ ❛  is now a bad time?  ❜ ❛  it’s okay. i’ve got you.  ❜ ❛  just pretend to be happy.  ❜ ❛  now what do we do?  ❜ ❛  oh, don’t pretend you care.  ❜ ❛  please believe me for once.  ❜ ❛  probably not, but who knows?  ❜ ❛  sometimes, you can be infuriating.  ❜ ❛  stop! we can’t do this!  ❜ ❛  tell me what’s going on.  ❜ ❛  there’s nothing left to say.  ❜ ❛  this’ll be the last time.  ❜ ❛  we can’t keep doing this.  ❜ ❛  well, are you ready then?  ❜ ❛  what are you talking about?  ❜ ❛  what are you waiting for?  ❜ ❛  where should we go next?  ❜ ❛  why did you do it?  ❜ ❛  will you go with me?  ❜ ❛  you are everything to me.  ❜ ❛  you can talk to me.  ❜ ❛  you deserve to be happy.  ❜ ❛  you really have no idea.  ❜ ❛  you’re hot when you’re mad.  ❜ ❛  you’re going to be okay.  ❜ ❛  you’re out of your mind!  ❜ ❛  you’re stronger than you think.  ❜

[nghtmare-fuel]

Closed starter for @godstrayed

Hawkins had always been known as a quiet little town, something that no one could deny. Constance had her share of excitement every so often, given her work as a paramedic. But it wasn't exactly that of a big city and she was thankful. It generally meant that her nights off were what most would consider boring. She tended stay in, catch up on things that she didn't get to while she worked, or just having a lazy night. That was how it had always been. At least up until she had met one Billy Hargrove. Ever the compassionate individual, Constance was often quick to develop a soft spot for those that seemed to have the world against them. Billy was not an exception to that rule. A few calls, patching him up, and chatting resulted in something that was akin to a friendship. Maybe.

It looked more like Billy showing up at her small place when he got into a fight and didn't want to deal with anyone else. Not a single word against it was ever uttered on her half. She just ushered him in, cleaned up whatever injuries he had, and occasionally patched him up. There wasn't any sort of pattern to the times he showed up. A random nature just kept her on her toes.

Tonight apparently was one of those nights. No one ever knocked on her door after nine at night except one person. Constance got to her feet, abandoning the popcorn and movie she had been watching to look out the peephole of the door to see Billy. A small sigh accompanied her opening the door.

"Can't have one quiet night?" The words weren't accusing, instead a gentle nature as they often were when she dealt with the man. She could set aside all the bluster and macho shit that came. "Come on. I'll get you cleaned up. Looks like you might need some stitches. Lucky for you, I just replenished my supplies."

[nghtmare-fuel]

@thecounci1 asked "❛ you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile. ❜

It has been a trying week, to say the least. And that might have been an understatement. Her father had fallen ill, serious enough to be hospitalized, though he would get better. One of the ranch hands had up and quit without notice. To top it all off? She had gotten into a spat with one of the witches that often stayed at the ranch over something ridiculous silly. She was suffering the consequences of such, the burns on her back a result of uttering a ban to the witch. Elizabeth had always put on a brave face, not letting anyone else know just how stressed she was or how bad she may have felt. It wasn't part of the gig, something she learned at an early age from her dad. Normally, it was fairly easy to maintain. A level head meant fewer altercations and less trouble around the between. The times where she hadn't been able to keep such composure was few and far between. Chances of being caught by someone else? Even fewer than that. Anyone seeing even a single crack in the armor was a noted weakness. Most wouldn't see it as such, something Elizabeth knew on a logical level. But she was a human surrounded by beings that very much weren't the majority of the time. That strong front was a necessity.

But the week had caught up to her and the front wasn't exactly held. She had been short with most, unintentionally but unable to control the reactions. John wasn't a stranger to the ranch but it wasn't often that she actually saw him. Their interactions had been extremely limited up until now. So, when he caught her giving herself a small pep talk and trying not to cry, it had thrown her off her game even more. The comment had come and she couldn't tell if he had been serious or if he was attempting to lighten the mood. Either way, she found that it was appreciated rather than making things worse. A genuine compliment. Something that felt few and far between these days. Right then, Elizabeth decided that she didn't have the energy to guess the intentions of the other and decided to take it at face value. Perhaps the intended result was what he got anyway. A smile, albeit it small appeared on her face.

"Does that line ever actually work on someone?" As if it hadn't just caused her to smile. Elizabeth relaxed back against the counter and took in the man that stood there at the entrance to the room. Seemingly pleased with himself if his own smile was anything to go by.

For all the shit that could occur around her and all the hard work that it was to maintain a safe haven for all beings, there were little moments that made it worth it, beings that reminded her of just why she did what she did. A little kindness often went a long way, something that seemed to be forgotten about by those that really shouldn't have let the words leave their heads. But there were those that made up for it. Moments exactly like this one where Elizabeth was reminded that it was all worth it in the end. It might not have taken care of the stress that came from such a week but it was a little light that would allow her to keep pushing forward.

[xseen2muchx]

"No problem. Its the girl thing." She assured him when he thanked her for the intervention with the bar tender. Even though she would hardly call herself that anymore. Other people appeared to sometimes see it that way. At least when she was fully covered and they ddin't play CNN in the bar.

She cocked at eyebrow at him when she felt him move closer and he spoke low so that no one else could hear. She looked at him curiously at the explination. Turning her head she watched as people seemed to move with energy for a moment, a stirring curiousity moving through them as if people were saying,

"Thats him." "Are you sure?"

She looked back at him again, studying his face but there was no recognistion in her eyes, just a curiosity as to what the whispering was about if it wasn't about her. Hypocritical but she couldn't help it.

"Why would they come over?" She asked.

[nghtmare-fuel]

No shit. The thought swirled, but thankfully, the muffler between brain and mouth actually worked this time, and it didn't come sliding out into the open, making him look like a giant ass. Then again, it could only be a matter of time. His foot was rather comfy in his mouth ninety percent of the time. He'd prefer less, but sometimes his mouth worked faster than he could process what he was about to say or even saying in the moment.

There wasn't any missing the fact that she peeked over towards the potential troublemakers. When there wasn't any recognition on her part, he wasn't sure to feel relieved or something else. Relieved won out. Especially since he wanted to avoid those in the corner. It took a second to form a response that didn't make him sound conceited or too washed up. Why did he care? He wasn't sure. But the urge was there and obeyed.

"Because some people can't keep to themselves," he offered wryly, the hints of a smile starting to form on his lips. The rest of the drink was tossed back and finished in one go. Familiar burn relished for a moment. "Amd because I used to race cars professionally. Years ago, though, I work as a mechanic and occasionally in the pit crew now, so I guess my mug is still recognizable." She didn't seem like the sort of care. Hopefully, that assessment was correct.

"Normally, I wouldn't mind but it hasn't been the best day and I just don't have it in me. Hoping if I look busy they won't come over...." A weak deflection method but it was the one that had been on hand. The bartender was paying attention this time and Dominic couldn't help it. Another was ordered. "Just need to bother you long enough for them to hesitate so I can head out."

[mellaisdangerous]

how can he still be hot while covered in blood

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜