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England is Strange || Kay-the-Painter || CLOSED
Blake sat the very real duplicated lamp down on the floor. He then walked over to Daisy gently petting her looking out the window she was in. The man who had been following them was now gone. For now. With a sigh of relieve, Blake turned back to Kay. “I’m sorry. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make us some tea. I’ll explain over that.”
Blake suggested to the couch next to the fuzzy black Pomeranian. He then turned on his heel to go to the kitchen after sitting his camera down. He found his niece’s teapot, teacups, and tea with ease. He had flat sited for her before so he knew where everything was. Hopefully Kay wouldn’t think he was too much of a nutcase. That was the last thing he needed. Another girl thinking her was completely mad.
Kay glanced briefly at the door, knowing now was her last chance to escape. Carefully, she considered her chances and, with a slight sigh and gently shrug of the shoulders, she went and sat down on the couch. While Blake was clanking around in the kitchen, Kay stared curiously at the little black dog. Slowly, carefully, she reached her hand out to pet it. While Kay didn't have a problem with little dogs, she did not entirely trust them. Anything that had the ability to bark also had the ability to bite.
"So...what's it's name?" She called to Blake in the kitchen whilst carefully patting the creatures head. "T-the dog, I mean."
"Hi, I'm Millie and I work with dead people--I mean, not like that! What I'm trying to say is-...
I just created an RP account for my Sherlock OC, Millie. You should go follow and interact with her!
outofpaint: I am considering actually making Kay an OC for a single fandom, though I can't decide which. I'll have to do a lot of background editing, but that's probably a good thing.
Anyone got any ideas for what fandom I should choose?
outofpaint: I really feel like RPing right now, and I should probably ask someone if they want to RP but I'm a bit too nervous to.
Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.
England is Strange || Kay-the-Painter || CLOSED
Blake quickly looked back at Kay. He shook his head. He didn’t move. He didn’t do anything else. He wouldn’t want to scare her any more then she was. “No, I’m not crazy nor am I going to kill you,” Blake sighed. He didn’t know how he could prove that to her though. All he could do was show her his power. “Look,” he stated as he took a picture. He had an instant develop camera with him so when he took the picture it instantly came out. As it developed, he pulled a lamp out of the picture. It looked just like the lamp in his niece’s flat. He looked back over to Kay with a weary smile as he held onto the duplicated lamp which was now missing from the photo.
Kay stood there, stock still, and stared. And stared. And stared. Finally, once she was done with staring, she opened her mouth to speak, closed it after emitting a faint, guttural squeak, and then opened it again. "So you weren't lying," she said, and after the initial wave of shock left her body she relaxed just a little.
And then it hit her all over again, like a fresh new wave of information. "You weren't lying." She whispered to herself, more than to him. "So-so earlier, when you were talking about that-that "shadow man". What's he got to do with this? Why is he following us-uh, you?"
Mun x Muse M!A's
Not the mun: Mun and muse switch palces for 2 days
Russian Roulette: Muse is given a gun with one bullet that must be used to shoot someone/something of Mun's choosing. Ends when shot is executed.
Mute Mun: Mun cannot speak. The Muse must speak for the Mun in OOC posts, tags, and such other forms of Mun communication (exceptions; Chatzy, Skype) for twelve hours.
You Ruined Everything: Congratulations! Your muse is now a parent! (Anon decides the other parent, if any.) However, they aren't quite sure how to cope with this new-found parenthood.
Mundane: The Mun must tell the truth for two days
Not The Mun: The mun will say or do the complete opposite of what they normal would say or do in OOC posts. (Yes, you may write underneath in a SMALL paragraph what you actually mean, in such a case you need to clarify something with a friend.)
Opposite Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character the complete opposite of your current Muse. (Can be either from same fandom and OC or so or different fandom.)
Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)
Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."
Re: Your Brains: Your muse is now a zombie and really just wants to eat people's brains. Fortunately for the muse, they have a bit higher IQ than your average zombie, so they've realized that going around and yelling "BRAINS" isn't going to do much. Rather, they'll go door-to-door, asking people for their brains. Much more civilized.
Unknown Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you know absolutely nothing about. (You may research a bit of your character before beginning.)
Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours
Oh god no: Muse and Mun are now do everything togheter for 3 days
Technologic: Muse is turned into a robot.
?yako uoy erA: Muse is cursed to speak backwards.
I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.
Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
Eleanor Rigby: Muse can no longer be seen or heard by others for (anon decides).
Nowhere Man: Muse is stranded on an island for (anon decides) until they get rescued.
Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.
Othello: Your muse thinks his/her lover is cheating on them with their best friend for 24 h.
Pretend it's a Video Game: Level up! Your muse is now a video game character. It lasts for 5 days.
Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.
Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.
Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses.
Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love) for___.
Winter's Tale: Your muse is frozen and can’t move but they can hear and see fine for ___.
Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours.
Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
Alone: Your character believes they are abandoned and left for dead. If someone is in the room with them, they are heard in an echo.
Angel: Muse is and angel for ___
AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week
Aurora: You just can’t stay awake for long, can you? It’s a curse that can only be broken the old fashioned way. Better get that kiss before you can’t open your eyes again.
Bad: Muse becomes a “bad boy/girl” for (Anon decides duration)
Chained up: For 10 hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.
Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height...
Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)
Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours
Demon: Muse is a demon for ___
Dream: Muse will have a wet Dream about the next muse on their Dash
Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours
Esmeralda: What a fantastic dancer you are, you wonderful muse, you. Why don’t you show off your talents on the pole? I hear they’re a sight.
Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.
Happy Days: Muse is forced to keep permanent smile for 24 hours.
Have a ball: For the next (x) hours, your muse is ballgagged and cannot talk
Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours
Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days
On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.
Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours
Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)
Rapunzel: Trapped in a tower, high above the world, it’s a lonely thing, and you are so bored. But it seems you’ve a visitor. Time to convince them to take you on an adventure.
Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)
Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 24 hours.
Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours
S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter for 24 hours.
Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)
Touch: Everyone you touch is under your command and at your disposal for the next (Anon decides duration). Use it well.
What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.
England is Strange || Kay-the-Painter || CLOSED
His green eyes moved back to the young woman in front of him. He the shook his head. He tucked his camera behind him and gently grabbed one of Kay’s hands. “Listen very carefully,” he whispered as he got close to her ear, “my niece and I have special powers as weird as that may sound. There is this one guy who is bound and determined to get his hands on her, her friends, and myself. He sent out one of his ‘men’ and I use that term lightly. He as a power too where he can create shadow clones of himself to hunt people down.” Blake suddenly stopped narrating what was going on as he saw the shadow again. He quickly started walking having Kay follow along with him. His pace quickened and he got his camera back out.
"Stay close to me," he practically shouted back to the young woman. Not that she had much of a choice. He was pulling her a long more or less. He soon got them to his nieces’ flat. He knew that this "thing" wouldn’t dare cause a scene around other people. He unlocked the door and pulled Kay inside. Angel’s Pomeranian, Link, looked up and barked a little before settling down. Her Maine Coon, Princess Daisy, was laying in the window flicking her tail. She had seen Blake persuader and was not happy.
"Well, I don't have a choice, now, do I?" Kay shouted back, since he'd shouted at her first. Once they got to the apartment (she assumed it was the niece's place Blake had mentioned earlier) and the door was closed, Kay spun on Blake, staring him straight in the eyes.
"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, taking a few steps back from him. "You were talking about special powers....and shadow men. You're crazy, aren't you? Did you bring me here to kill me? B-because...p-people will miss me! They'll find out who did it!" She was lying, but, considering her options, that was all she could really do right now.
Paint on Concrete ||OPEN||
How could things have gone bad so quickly? That was Kay's first thought as she leaned against the uncomfortable concrete wall of a building, staring at the patchy, unhealthy ground beneath her feet. Her second thought was that she ought to get herself home so she could clean all of the paint off herself. However, she stayed where she was, not feeling up to moving just yet.
It just goes to show that you can't force art, she thought while gazing at the nondescript form of a person without really seeing them. It took them being in her face for Kay to actually snap out of her daydream and say something.
"Can I help you?"
"Now hold still…"
"Stop screaming or I’ll use duct tape."
"They had it coming, they were too friendly with you…"
"There, that should keep you quiet."
"No one will find us here."
"You’ll be mine forever."
"I’m going to kill him/her."
"I don’t like people touching my things…”
"Don’t bother to struggle…"
"Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"
"Your friends are too close with you… I don’t like it..”
"It’s for your own good."
"I won’t take no for an answer."
"Keep running, I like the chase!”
"It’d be a shame if your friend was hurt…"
"If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove the gag."
"Oops, did that hurt?"
"You can’t just keep me here!"
"I’m calling the police!"
"Stop threatening anyone I talk to!"
"You’re hurting me!"
"W-what are you doing?"
"Stay away from me!"
"You’re being so clingy, it’s weird."
"Let go of me!"
"Someone is bound to come soon, they’ll notice!"
"What are you planning to do with that?"
"Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me sleep?"
"You killed him/her!"
"Don’t hurt me!"
"Release me!"
"Untie me!"
"Help me!"
"Put that down!"
"You’re scaring me…"
"That’s a really bad joke, quit it…
England is Strange || Kay-the-Painter || CLOSED
"It’s really not a problem," Blake smiled brightly, "It’s my pleasure Kay." He started to walk and making sure Kay was following. He would stop and take some pictures along the way. What seemed like random shots were much more to him. He saw beauty and creativity in everything. Also, some of those shots were much more then that. Something he dared not mention to Kay.
"Sorry," he suddenly spoke up after a block of silence, "I’m a photographer and taking pictures is just in my blood. I didn’t mean to be working while trying to show you an art store." As he smiled at Kay, it started to fade as he saw a figure slightly behind him. The figure disappeared into an alleyway after being spotted by Blake. Blake made a face. This could not be good.
Kay, keeping close on Blake's heels, couldn't help but notice as the man would occasionally stop and snap pictures of different things. Every time he did this, Kay would look in the direction of where he was taking the picture and smile, for he too had a keen eye for the beautiful.
"It's fine!" Kay replied to the man's unneeded apology. "I-I'm a painter, so I kind of know where you're coming from." She offered him a bright grin back, but was confused when it suddenly fell from his face and his eyes flicked somewhere else. She turned to get a glimpse at what was worrying him but could see nothing.
"Are you okay?"
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thought I'd re-reblog this in case some people didn't see it.
Nowhere Left to Go || Fuck-the-Texan-Survivor|| CLOSED
The light of day was fading, and Kay had nowhere she could go that was safe. The group of people she had been with had been slaughtered a ways back and she didn't even know how she survived when everyone else didn't, her mind having blocked the more gruesome events that had unfolded. Now she wandered aimlessly with no idea of where she was going. Her world as she knew it had fallen apart and she couldn't do a single thing about it.
Before she could take another step, Kay's legs wobbled and she found herself sinking slowly to the ground. She care to get back up, didn't care if one of those things got her. Let them come, she thought. I deserve it.
I am now tracking the tag painting-my-path
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outofpaint : I might be changing my url to something different, considering kay-the-painter is kind of dull. So stand by.