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§ ──── ❛ I know what you’re doing...❜ His voice is clear & haunting, & his form stands still in the darkness of the room. It is not clear how long he has been there, but something hints to a longer time than just a few moments.
simon is coming back, i just need a wee revamp me thinks.
WELCOME TO WOLF 359
spoilers ahead! this is the audio log of officer doug eiffel, onboard the uss hephaestus station, orbiting the red dwarf wolf 359 in the leo constellation. feel free to change pronouns and modify to your needs.
SUCCULENT RAT KILLING TAR.
“that’s fine, everyone makes mistakes, but if she could stop talking about my, ‘fragile, carbon-based, uncomfortably liquid body,’ it’d be a real breakthrough.”
“i’m still banned from the lab.“
“well, yeah, i guess that’s fair.”
“eat your heart out, you succulent rat killing tar.”
“y’know what, i think i need some coffee.”
“calling it coffee helps.”
“well, clearly this is an important matter that requires my immediate attention.”
“take me away, sweetheart.”
“one-thousand and… ugh, it’s the extra one that’s really annoying.”
“are we seriously blowing up now?”
“not explosion. something… less destructive. a hairdryer, perhaps.”
“i guess we have to break into his lab and make sure he doesn’t die.”
“sweet merciful tap dancing zombie chorus girls.”
“i should probably make sure [name] isn’t burning to death.”
LITTLE REVOLUCIÓN
“we can safely conclude that operation… freaky… deaky… space music is ongoing.”
“yep. super calm. totally uneventful day.”
“i have little to no idea what you’re talking about.”
“actually it seems like pre-meditated caution.”
“—basically i took the entire tube.”
“hostage is such an ugly word.”
“before anyone decides to get clever or heroic, you should know that i’m not above doing something stupid here, alright?”
“radio as entertainment seems to be making a comeback around here.”
“i still have the right to toothpaste.”
“just because i’m crackin’ up doesn’t mean i’m crackin’.”
“i’m here to discuss the terms of your surrender.”
“it’s more orange than red, really.”
“this little revolución is over.”
“i guess there’s nothing to gain by saying how sorry i am?”
DISCOMFORTS, PAINS AND IRREGULARITIES
“this is a day of darkness. low tide. —a half melted fudgsicle of despair.”
“he’s like a friggen shark sniffin’ for chum.”
“i was just trying to be helpful.”
“i like to think i tactically misrepresented the data available.”
“so you ‘tactically’ lied to me.”
“i was wondering what that thing taped to my door was.”
“you might, however, be surprised at what you can live through.”
“i guess your lies get bigger as you go higher up in the ranks.”
“i know we’ve had our ups and downs but i could kiss you right now.”
“i never used the flame thrower before, so this might be fun.”
“with napalm, you moron!”
“this has been a good day.”
CATARACTS AND HURRICANOES
“today, i am not unlike the gods.”
“sorry, i didn’t mean to enjoy the majesty.”
“loud and clear.”
“okay okay, got it. class dismissed.”
“oh god, my eyes.”
“everything’s ‘gimme shelter’ out here.”
“son of a bitch.”
“a hundred feet? jesus christ.”
“i’m gonna drown? in outer space? what kinda sense does that even make!”
“i’ve had enough dramatic irony for one day, thank you.”
“i don’t exactly have breaks on this thing.”
“well, you’re still you. so.. eh?”
“he did have to resuscitate you so you may now qualify as ‘undead’.”
“scouts honor.”
“hey, baby. did you miss me?”
“i have something for you.”
CIGARETTE CANDY
“i feel [coughs] fine.“
“i got this stupid skin rash that’s driving me nuts.”
“you are a great man.”
“you look terrible.”
“theoretical science first, practical medicine… more of a past time.”
“true science mustn’t be so severely hindered.”
“just answer the damn question.”
“don’t worry. you’re in extremely capable hands.”
“i may be in slightly more dire straits than i previously thought.”
“who knows what that maniac’s told them.”
“and then we’ll see how he likes it when someone’s messing around with his internal organs.”
“the fifth amendment says i don’t have to answer that.”
“no, [name], it’s not ‘four-ish’.”
“the only experiment here is the one you are conducting on my patience.”
“i have every intention of seeing this through to the end.”
“i always thought i’d die in a science fair. turns out, i wasn’t that far off.”
“just because i’m a scientist doesn’t mean i am mad ingenious super-villain.”
“i think there’s a lesson here, but it’s kinda lost in all the hallucinations. i’ll get back to it.”
SUPER SAVER ENERGY MODE
(less than enthusiastic noise maker sound)
“and by party, i mean helping me procrastinate my work shift.”
“you’re way overthinking this. it’s just a taste thing, there’s no wrong answer.
“i don’t know what i want but i know how to get it.”
“are you upset? i didn’t know you got upset.”
“did i tell you about that time i thought he was trying to kill me? — any of those times?”
“things don’t ‘get’ to me.”
“score one for old school double-a’s.”
“has this place always been so overlook hotel-y?”
“— or that time you poisoned that liter of water trying to make whiskey.”
“why are you underneath that table?”
“i’m guessing it’s not one of those ‘gets better by itself’ situations.”
“basically we’re barreling toward certain death. that’s all you gotta say. ‘barreling toward certain death’.”
“oh, it’s spooktastic in here, baby.”
“okay, i swear to god somebody’s talking to me.”
“whooaa, what just happened? did… did everything just kind of blink around for a second there?”
THE SOUND AND THE FURY
“god, they’re still at it.”
“in the meantime, that means we gotta make our own fun.”
“on friday we’ll have mustard. umm… that’s all it says for friday. im not sure what that means.”
“[name] does pigheaded obstinacy like it’s an olympic sport.”
“i think we might have a situation on our hands.”
“sit your swiss ass down and pick a side.”
“you’re both utterly useless.”
“oh, stop. do you know how condescending that is?”
“you can’t hold that against me. you were practically wire tapping.”
“why am i not surprised.”
“oh, right, like i actually care enough about what you do to try and sabotage you.”
“that’s exactly what i was afraid you would say.”
“our rating on the peril-o-meter just went from ‘spidey-sense is tingling’ to ‘bat signal in the sky’.”
“and, just in case it wasn’t already obvious, i am absolutely terrified of both of you.”
“the fact that i’m trying to get the two of you to do the responsible thing is scary enough.”
“she’s just taking out her insecurities on you.”
“just say what you really think!”
“you stay here. i’ll deal with you later.”
BOX 953
“it’s either not smoking OR sylvia plath’s ‘lady lazarus,’ not both of them together.”
“already i don’t like where this is going.”
“that, however, will be a clever lie.”
“you can’t solve all your problems by knocking people out.”
“i never really paid attention to this room before.”
“only. um. none of them have eyes.”
“holy crap! you guys—there’s a canon in here! why is there a canon in here?!”
“why would anyone want that many l-shaped blocks? l-blocks are useless.”
“this is some raiders of the lost ark level stuff here.”
“no. it is not cool. it’s diametrically opposed to cool.”
“you don’t understand. there is SINGING.”
“so, yknow. ew.”
“i’m not sure if it was a warning shot or if she just missed.”
“i’m always multitasking.”
“i’ll see you on the other side.”
“in lieu of super human strength, i went to get a crow bar.”
“once again, our quarterly talent shows have taken something away from me.”
THE EMPTY MAN COMETH
“uugh. balls.”
“can we really be ready for anything?”
“riders on the storm, man. riders on the storm.”
“whatever happened to those weekly calls from mom and dad?”
“we’d be looking at- i dunno- random strings of ampersands and sevens .”
“but it makes no sense.”
“what the hell are we supposed to do with this?”
“un momento por favor.”
“what happens when we run out of numbers?”
“we should be… pretty safe? based on our limited perception of safety.”
“you had to say something you had to open your mouth.”
“okay. officially, now. what the hell.”
“’mathematically unlikely’? that’s the best we can do right now?”
“there are a lot of ‘could’s in that explanation.”
“i like the sound of my voice a lot better than the sounds of what’s going on out there.”
“oh, god damn it.”
“well, following that, this is gonna sound a lot less sexy.”
“it’s cruel! and sick! and… other adjectives!”
“i think we need a proper nights sleep to really let our anger reach its full potential.”
“hint: IT. WAS. AWFUL.”
EXTREME DANGER BUG.
“i’m gonna be a little less npr and a little more national geographic.”
“— or, it’s scientific name, ‘stick-iss up the ass-us’.”
“you say that like it’s supposed to mean somethin’ to me.”
“is that ‘yes, i did it’ or ‘yes, i have no idea what you’re talking about but i don’t want to get in trouble’?”
“god damn it, [ name ].”
“so. um. yay? i’m s- i’m really not sure what’s happening here.”
“i have an alternative theory, but i don’t think you’ll like it.”
“where did the spider go?”
“it’s just a bug.”
”it’s an EXTREME. DANGER. BUG.”
“i can’t do this.”
“what if we just shoot it off?:
“i’m gonna sneeze.”
“how is this gonna work again?”
“if i die, [ name ] gets all my toys.”
“is it dead?”
“i also brought a gun. just in case.”
“if the two of you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna faint.”
“i’m gonna go— not sleep. no sleep. never again sleep.”
AM I ALONE NOW?
“why are we so afraid of being alone?”
“we make big bomb. now everybody is afraid of us.”
“nothing in the dark that isn’t there in the light, yes?
“there must be monsters underneath someone’s bed.
“open only when you are alone.
“is anyone laughing now?”
“can you hear me? hello?”
“— whoopsies.”
“you’ve used the word ‘basically’ thirteen times in the last five minutes.”
“them’s the rules.”
“i’ve never been great at proverbs.”
“it wouldn’t be hard, either.”
“i doubt it, but you never know. i can be full of surprises.”
“is anybody in here?”
“do you ever feel like you are ot where you are supposed to be?”
“yes. in fact, can we like… underline that yes? and bold it? and put like a bunch of stars and arrows and a drawing of a scary plant monster next to it?”
“oooh, brotha.”
“spice things up a little. give it that hal 9000 touch.”
“god, honestly, it’s like he’s nine years old.”
“i’m not sure which possibility i find more disquieting.”
“i’m fine. really. don’t worry about me. and don’t make that face.”
DEEP BREATHS
“i’m using the last of the real turkey for this.”
“there’s other things happening aside from sanatized pagan rituals.”
“anyway. as i was saying. impenitrable darkness.”
“it’s okay. don’t cry for me argentina.”
“not now. taking a personal insanity moment, ask again later.”
“you’re still not listening to me.”
“ready to go nuts?”
“consider it my present.”
“we have an honest to god situation on our hands.”
“turns out i might be really good at my job. hold your applause.”
“after that went so well last time? pass.”
“this ones got a bit of a kick in it.”
“holy crap. they were right. they knew.”
“what the hell are you doing?”
“enjoy your last half hour of oxygen.”
GAS ME TWICE
“score one for crazy, dangerous plans.”
“you’re smarter and stronger and better than that bastard’s ever given you credit for.”
“step six, don’t die in any of the above.”
“who is this? who am i talking to?”
“you’re so eager to seem smart, you don’t always do smart.”
“are you trying to get us all killed?”
“why yes, mr. pot, mr. kettle is looking a little black today.”
“cutting it a little close. i was starting to think you forgot about me.”
“hope you like life as a popsicle!”
“just remember. you made me do this.”
“don’t bother. it’s not her.”
“go to hell.”
“do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“he wasn’t lying. not about that, at least.”
“can we fix her?”
“i’m not sure of anything right now.”
“there’s something bigger going on here.”
what rp'ing with me is like
me: sends song/headcanon that i know will hurt
them: WHY DO YOU SEND ME THESE THINGS??
me: ilu
I was equal to gods, except for the mortal part.
Euripides, from Hekabe, Grief Lessons: Four Plays tr. Anne Carson (via lifeinpoetry)
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
why would you cнooѕe me? nobody else ever did.
Please reblog/like this post if you’re more than fine doing dark/mature threads so that it’ll be easier for the others to interact with you ! This means you’re open to do threads like torture, abuse, drugs, smut, blood and many more.
alright, i would love to stay and play but i’m tired. i will get on some tomorrow for creepy memes, & starters for people, on top of replies for people.
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finding my muse at the end of a trail of blood.
§ ──── ❛ ---- ❜ A slick wet trail is messy as it leads through a small clearing towards the woods, the ribbon growing wider as the source is found, a body or what is left of it sprawled in the middle of a pool of crimson. The earth was soaking up the blood, but there was so much of it. Perched beside the body was the lanky Simon, clothes splattered with the same color that had led here. A knife in one small hand, the other holding a torn piece of the other child, and his eyes settled on the destruction he wrought. Even if he knew he was being watched the boy didn’t peel his attention from his victim.
Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.
- submitted by anonymous
§ ──── ❛ ---- ❜ Simon paces through the darkened house, he limits the light so as not to clue anyone into the fact that he’s squatting inside. The family had left on vacation for six months, they wouldn’t be back for a few months, and when they returned they would find little evidence that someone had been there. The reason for his trek through the house was simple, a sound of something odd triggered his interest. Standing there in the darkness he waited to see who might be disturbing his hiding place.
andsoimuse:
i never wanted to play the role
of a villain
it was just the one that was
assigned to me
§ ──── starter call.
gonna put this up as a perma starter call, so if you like this i will either keep an eye out for one of your opens, tag you in random starters, or snatch up memes we do and run with them. feel free to like this as many times as you like, if you can that is. this will cover all verses, if you have a pref for older, middle, or child versions of simon, just let me know. if not you get what comes to me.
“Apophenia. It’s the mind’s need to make sense of random things. To create patterns no matter how spurious the connection. It’s what makes people believe they hear demonic voices when playing certain rock albums backwards. It’s what makes the sports fan convinced that something he or she does can affect the outcome of the game.”
The Black Tapes Podcast
