it's that crazy kid from ten years ago

Independent RP blog for Spencer Avakian, a handyman with a history that tends to follow him. FC: David Dastmalchian sideblog to everymidnightsdreary M!A: None, accepting

[sexlessrpmemes]

Pester my muse about the relationships that you've seen them have with other muses.

[rppanda]

Torture Starter Pack

(⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️ This post contains some heavy content. 15+ Advised!!)

One of our Muses is the kidnapper, the other, the kidnapped. This isn’t planned to be a soft scenario. In fact, violence is what we’re here for. Choose your preferred position, send an icon as the torture method, and send a number for your line.

Kidnapped:

“Dear Christ, no!”

“What are you planning to do with that?”

“Stay away from me! Keep that thing away!”

“Please don’t do this..”

“Somebody help me!”

“I-I’ll do whatever you want!..”

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Don’t hurt me!”

“Stop, stop, it hurts!!”

“Yo-You broke it! You br-broke it!”

“I-I’m done..”

“Put it down.. We can talk this over..”

“You’re driving me insane!!”

“Where are you?!”

“Please, please… It hurts so much..”

Kidnapper:

“Hush.. It will only hurt for a moment.”

“Please don’t cry..”

“You know why you’re here.”

“Take it! Take it!”

“Beating you feels so good!..”

“Ssshhh. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“You want another one?!”

“Does it hurt? Does it hurt?!”

“Shut up! I hate hearing you!”

“Stay the hell down!”

“You wont get out of here easily! You wont get out of here at all!”

“You. Are. Mine. Understand me?!..”

“You’re so cute when you act like that..”

“Stop wiggling!”

“I hope you feel every bit of this! All of it!”

🖤 - Love. Use your affection as a torture device. Show your victim how much you love them with the most effective feeling. Pain.

🔪 - Knife Play. Use a blade to reach all those hard to itch nooks and crannies.

🛎 - Noise. Use the magic of sound to penetrate your victims hearing. Disturb them.

🔫 - Firearm. Take the old fashioned route, use your bullets and dust to your advantage to show your dominance.

🛁 - Steam. Use boiling liquids to force your subject to succumb to your will and give in.

🔗 - Chains. Beat your victim black and blue with the hard impact of metal itself.

📍 - Pins and needles. Use sharp and pointy little knacks to drive your subject up the wall. Or, drive them to it.

🍞 - Food. Starve your victim. Make them beg for the tiniest crumb.

❄️/☀️ - Temperature. Use the environment to deprive them of their mind. Make them curl in for warmth, or undress for a breeze.

👁‍🗨 - Vision. Deprived your subject of their eyes. Choose to keep one, or rid them of both. Either way.. Use it as punishment.

⛏ - Pick. Decide how many teeth your victim really needs.

🖐 - Fingers. Your victim starts off with ten fingers, how many will they be left with?

🗣 - Discrimination. Remind your victim how worthless they are. Spit venom into their minds, make them believe it.

💞 - Family. Remove their loved ones from this earth. Show them there’s only one person they belong too.

⛓ - Restrain. Hold them back. Tighten the rope and chains until blood is drawn. Make them earn their movement and freedom.

💢 - Anger. Use their own emotion against them. Drain them of all their energy and emotional stability until there’s nothing left but a shell.

☢️ - Get creative. Freestyle it.

[the-write-ideas]

Leave a NSFW rumor in my inbox about my character and they'll react to hearing the news that said rumor is spreading.

Ⓦ

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.

all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send "Wet Dream" and give My Muse a short but detailed Wet dream involving another Muse, see how they react when they wake up..

[feathercorp]

“Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” //spence for mike

@pennyspencer

“Today I had a dream about eating a large burrito…” Mike hummed. “And it was delicious…”

[pennyspencer]

Shifting a little to get comfortable, finding his chest a little closer to Mike’s and his fingers latching onto a stray lock of raven-black fluff, Spencer smiled softly and nodded, nose brushing gently against his fiancé’s cheek.

“Okay,” he murmured, squeezing and playing with the lock of hair, taking comfort in its fluffy texture. “What happened when you were lost in the woods?”

[feathercorp]

“Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” //spence for mike

@pennyspencer

“Today I had a dream about eating a large burrito…” Mike hummed. “And it was delicious…”

[pennyspencer]

Tipping his head lazily to the side to glance at his fiancé, Spencer hesitated a moment, stuck between a sigh and a giggle and both reactions were fighting to emerge together. A soft smile crooked the corners of his mouth as the sigh was released, the shadow of a giggle following soon after.

“Miiiike,” he whined, barely above a whisper, eyes straying from the programmer’s heath-reminiscent jaw over to the light switch, distracted and yet focused, listening to his fiancé rather than looking. He was tired after a long working day, yet his mind was racing, and while his eyes glazed over and found little distractions in the environment, his attention was still on Mike. As well as his bemusement. “...that sounds good, actually. But I mean, more like... aspirations? Um... fantasies. Or... a story I haven’t heard before...” It was a question designed to receive a long answer, whether to hear the story or to allow Mike’s familiar tones to lull him to sleep. Maybe answering would help the programmer relax, too.

[feathercorp]

pennyspencer:

“How is your neighbour murdering you with, I dunno, pixie dust gonna keep you honourable?” he grumbled, hunching forwards as though making himself a little smaller would make him invisible to the other. Alien? Seemed so, but… with a decent command of English? Something about that didn’t seem to add up.

Not that he dwelled too long on the fact. Being tired and bored and miserable himself, his mind felt foggy and fuzzy, like his brain was full of cotton, and he wasn’t much in the mood for anything any more. All he wanted was to be home, in the embrace of his loved one… whenever that would be.

The alien clenched his fingers on the bars and hug his head in shame, sighing deeply.

“Guess it’s better than being kept here…”

He looked over at Spencer, gaze tired. “You look lonely… Maybe instead of killing me we can just talk.”

[pennyspencer]

Of course he was lonely. Just about everyone and everything in this prison of a foundation was kept in absolute solitude, and it was little wonder that so many of the subjects were vicious and insane. If they hadn’t been when they’d been captured, of course they would wind up like that after days, weeks, months, sometimes years of torture and mistreatment in the name of ‘science’, with some additional veil of pretending to keep the general public safe.

How he wanted to say it. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned to look at his new companion. “About what?”

[feathercorp]

pennyspencer:

Already irritated by his neighbour, Spencer didn’t even read the second note, crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder, leaning against the bars that separated them. He didn’t even look in the other’s direction, just looking at the same crack in the floor that had grazed and sliced at his feet for the last… week? Month? Four hours?

“I don’t know what you think I’m capable of but quit it,” he muttered, arms folded tightly against his chest. Even an alien seemed to think he was a murderer. Seemed there was no escaping that, and under severe stress and without medication, the whispers in his head were certain to never let him forget it.

No, that was hopelessness talking; he could conquer this… right?

“This is embarassing…” Daar grumbled out loud now, leaning on the bars as well. Annoyed, humiliated and tired. “Can’t even save my last ounce of honor and respect…”

He stared down at his feet. Declawed, of course. Same as hands. He was lucky they kept his teeth intact.

[pennyspencer]

“How is your neighbour murdering you with, I dunno, pixie dust gonna keep you honourable?” he grumbled, hunching forwards as though making himself a little smaller would make him invisible to the other. Alien? Seemed so, but... with a decent command of English? Something about that didn’t seem to add up.

Not that he dwelled too long on the fact. Being tired and bored and miserable himself, his mind felt foggy and fuzzy, like his brain was full of cotton, and he wasn’t much in the mood for anything any more. All he wanted was to be home, in the embrace of his loved one... whenever that would be.

[pennyspencer]

@feathercorp:

Days spent in the facility all seemed to just merge into one boring experience for the young hunter. Stripped of his weapons, mask, computer, even pieces of armor and protective net, left only in the undergarments was also quite humiliating. Couldn't even end his own life in the honorable way, the bomb inside his computer taken away and disarmed, most likely now getting reverse-engineered. At least the humans will get something useful out of this, right...?

Daar managed to steal a pen and a couple pieces of paper from one of the scientists, had to store the pen in his mouth and paper in his underwear and when they finally put him in a cell next to another living thing, he took a chance and sent out that silent request. When Spencer replied, Daar just slipped another one. "Just do it."

Already irritated by his neighbour, Spencer didn’t even read the second note, crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder, leaning against the bars that separated them. He didn’t even look in the other’s direction, just looking at the same crack in the floor that had grazed and sliced at his feet for the last... week? Month? Four hours?

“I don’t know what you think I’m capable of but quit it,” he muttered, arms folded tightly against his chest. Even an alien seemed to think he was a murderer. Seemed there was no escaping that, and under severe stress and without medication, the whispers in his head were certain to never let him forget it.

No, that was hopelessness talking; he could conquer this... right?

[pennyspencer]

“Notes Between Bars” [Daar, SCP AU?]

The ex-guard hadn’t anticipated this. In the effort to rescue his beloved Mike, how messy it would get, how one slip up would so easily reveal his own inhuman nature and how quickly he’d be captured, subdued painfully while the man he adored was rushed off to safety. At first he was certain that they would return for him, that another such effort would be mobilised and he could go home to be with his loved one - his new family. But as security got tighter and time dragged on, and more and more new subjects were brought in, the less likely it seemed, and his hope slowly began to fade towards grim acceptance. He barely noticed his neighbour arriving. Not until a little flash of off-white waved at him from the corner of his eye.

How the other even got access to paper and pen - or was it pencil? - in here was a mystery to Spencer. Perhaps a guard or researcher got lazy and left a pad behind. Perhaps they didn’t realise the other was capable of understanding English, never mind reading or writing. Whatever the reason for the alien being in possession of writing implements, it culminated in this moment, a folded slip of off-white paper in the former guard’s hands. It was almost a shame to ruin the mystery of what it said - entertainment was rare in this place, days melting into one another, nothing to break them up or distract from his predicament. But whatever the alien had to say was surely important, right?

With another quick and furtive glance at the hulking brute, Spencer finally and without ceremony unfolded the paper, squinting in confusion at the scribble inside.

‘kill me’

It was a long time before Spencer answered the request, looking over at the stranger with a frown that would have granted that wish if looks could kill.

“What is wrong with you?” he grumbled, crumpling the paper up and tossing it into the corner of his cell.

@feathercorp

hey … so,.. uhh… (looks at notecards) did you uh did …you fall out of heaven because um (drops cards) shit fuck oh god fuck im so sorry  youre-youre just s o.pretty i m soryr

[musthaveloved]

@sacrificialmushrooms is this chance or is this chance

[pennyspencer]

“Cancel all your plans! We’re watching Hallmark Christmas movies!”

Spencer didn’t have any plans to cancel for that particular day, but he still rolled his eyes and sighed, giving his fiancé the softest, warmest smile.

“Okay, okay...” he murmured in mock-defeat, flopping onto the couch and patting the empty space next to him. “Guess I’ll just have to call Ms. Deacon and tell her she’ll have to wait til tomorrow for a functioning shower...”

@feathercorp

[rpstarterss]

Christmas/Winter Starters:

“Guess who signed us up to go Christmas caroling?”

“Sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.”

“Don’t get mad, but I think I set the Christmas tree on fire.”

“What must Santa have been smoking to think his reindeer can talk?”

“If me and Santa got into a fight, who do you think would win?”

“I guess someone’s not getting any use out of that slutty Santa outfit they bought.”

“All in saying is no one would catch us if we chopped down a tree.”

“I tried to buy one of those singing Santas but I spilled water on it and now it sounds demonic.”

“You know, you remind me a lot of the Grinch. The only difference is in the end, his heart grows three sizes, but you stay an asshole.”

“Pleaseeee? Nobody else wants to play Santa!!”

“I forgot how much work gingerbread houses were..”

“Don’t tell me this is your first hot chocolate?!”

“I swear if Frosty the Snowman doesn’t melt in the next five minutes, I’m shutting it off.”

“Umm just so you know, I’m kind of stuck in the Christmas lights.”

“Looks like you’re getting coal this year.”

“I just took an online quiz and it said I was on the Naughty List!! If it was you I could see it, but not me!”

“Are you seriously crying over Rudolph..?”  

“We’re not watching Hallmark Christmas movies.”

“Cancel all your plans! We’re watching Hallmark Christmas movies!”    

“What the hell kind of Charlie Brown Christmas tree did you buy?”

“I lit the fire because I want to make sure Santa knows who’s boss when he comes down that chimney.”  

“What did you ask for this Christmas?”

“Will you help me go Christmas shopping?”

“Have you seriously never eaten a candy cane?”

“Is there some kind of old woman shop where they sell those weird Christmas trees made of strawberry candy?”  

“Hey, I bought a paint your own ornament kit. Let’s make some!”

“Is this your first time getting/giving a present?”

“I just called to tell you Merry Christmas!”

“Will you drive around with me to look at the Christmas lights?”

“Please stop singing Christmas songs.”

“Why aren’t you singing along to the Christmas carols?”

“If you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, I will wring your neck.”

“Oh my god is that a mistletoe..?”

“What kind of Christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”  

[feathercorp]

🛏 Spencer for Mike

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

@pennyspencer

[pennyspencer]

As Mike sat up, so too did Spencer, anxious and already feeling exceptionally guilty. Now his boyfriend was wide awake; and after all the effort of dragging him to bed to rest for once!

Wrapping his arms around his waist, he hummed, partly in relief at the resounding yes, but a little anxiously as well. “No, thank you,” he murmured, swaying him gently. “…I should’ve waited… now we’ll never get to sleep.” But even so, Spencer was smiling, tears in his eyes, heart pounding in elation.

[feathercorp]

Mike dragged Spence back down and cuddled up close to him, happy, smooching his neck gently. “No, it’s… perfect, okay? I had a shit day… And now, I’m just… happy! I love you!” He said. “And I’ll sleep well tonight…”

[pennyspencer]

Shivering happily at the feeling of Mike's lips on his neck, Spencer let his lover - his fiancé! - push him back down and held him close, heart still racing, and he held Mike's hand over his heart, smooching his cheek softly. "I was so worried... but you make me so happy. Content with life. Not to be cliché but you chase my demons away. You understand when so many don't. I'm just... proud to be yours." Acutely aware of how sappy he must have sounded, he looked away into the corner. "Sorry..."

[feathercorp]

🛏 Spencer for Mike

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

@pennyspencer

[pennyspencer]

As Mike sat up, so too did Spencer, anxious and already feeling exceptionally guilty. Now his boyfriend was wide awake; and after all the effort of dragging him to bed to rest for once!

Wrapping his arms around his waist, he hummed, partly in relief at the resounding yes, but a little anxiously as well. “No, thank you,” he murmured, swaying him gently. “...I should’ve waited... now we’ll never get to sleep.” But even so, Spencer was smiling, tears in his eyes, heart pounding in elation.

[feathercorp]

🛏 Spencer for Mike

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

@pennyspencer

[feathercorp]

pennyspencer:

“No, nothing’s wrong…” He should have left it until morning… why was he so stupid? Of course Mike was going to react negatively… “Sorry… I should let you sleep; it’s fine…”

“Hey, hey…” Mike squeezed Spence’s hand. “Don’t leave me hanging like that, just tell me…”

[pennyspencer]

Biting his lip so hard he might have chewed right through it if he kept going, Spencer regretted opening his big mouth, squeezing back affectionately. Taking a deep breath, he played with something in his free hand. "This... it's like the worst time to ask, just... I got it last week and... I know is not important to the question at all but..." Another deep breath, focus, calm. Well, as calm as Spencer could get. "I just wanted to ask you... officially... if you would... if you wanted to... marry me?" It felt stupid, his cheeks were burning. Even as he revealed the expensive engagement ring he'd worked so hard to buy - especially as he revealed it, even. A pretty band it was, too. Not too thick a band, a pretty white gold with red stones. Nothing too fancy, but engraved on the underside with a simple heart shape and their initials.