RIPELY PINES.

the mammoth nothing of the night.

[ripely-pines]

𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 — the place at the end of the road, at the end of the dark, where all is clear and nothing bright, but all is true.

an independent multimuse collection of original and canon characters, mostly of the supernatural and crime / thriller genre. please only follow if 21 or above . presence of mature and triggering themes — a study in : darkened roads, loss of youth, archetypical woods, teetering the line between light and dark, the quest for salvation, the devil within. CARRD. MUSES. ASK. INTEREST TRACKER. THREAD TRACKER. SOUNDTRACK. PINS. OTHER BLOGS: DADUKOS / CRIME OC. ROCKRUIN / DAISYJONES.

narrated by rylan , she / her , 29.

[derangedrhythms]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, Volodya: Selected Works; from ‘I love’, tr. George Reavey

[colleenwing]

Sharp Objects (2018) . Fix

[luckbabe]

CAN’T  FORGET :  YOU  ALWAYS  GET  WHAT  YOU  GIVE.

[ripely-pines]

[ TRAVEL ] :  both travelling solo, our muses end up sat next to each other on a long haul journey / @ matilda fr victor palmer — @bellespirits. re : unconventional first meetings , accepting.

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖, 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 in an endless string of golden nothing. so much nature one could drown —— become nothing, one with the earth. it’s a comforting thought, in its morbidity: returned to the soil, bones hollowed out to make homes for new roots, new trees. a life able to grow itself out of her remains — mother, again. matt turns away from the window. the racing landscape on the other side of the train makes her nauseous — a man sits across from her, seemingly as unbothered as her by the view. she much prefers focusing her gaze on him. quietly — her eyes still trained to the ways of discretion, never too inappropriate but always observant. first she sees the cap shadowing half his face. then she realizes the vague purple-ish shadow around his eyes is not from the cap, but some sort of bruise he’s sporting quite modestly. then she catches a faint, distant uneasiness in movements — as if he, too, doesn’t have much of a patience for long, slow train rides through the nothing of the countryside. this sightseeing of hers isn’t much, she thinks, but it’s better than thoughts. better than thinking of her miserable weekend in chicago — of the way her daughter seems to recognize her a little less every month they meet. 

her focus shifts to the next aisle — a middle aged woman sips from a water bottle while looking out the window, her sadness dripping out of her in an uncomfortable aura. her bagagges take up the most of the surrounding three seats — on top of a duffel bag, a chihuahua snores quietly in a carrier. this is her life, matt thinks. this is a whole life in four suitcases and a pocket sized dog. the thought depresses her — could’ve been her. could be here. maybe it is her, somehow. ❝ christ ❞. unnerved, she reaches in the backpack on the seat next to her — produces a flask from its depths, its content some low grade tequila from the drugstore around the corner from arthur and cassie’s apartment. it tastes sad, but not as sad as the woman next to her. she meets the man’s gaze now, as she brings the flask to her lips — something about him is familiar, and for a second matt feels he sees it, too. her eyebrows furrow, she stops the flask an inch from her lips. mentally, she begins running through a half foggy database of faces and names from her life before. one of cullen’s men, maybe ? another collar she got her hands on ? she resists temptation to outright ask why he’s so familiar — instead she pulls the flask away from her mouth, half raises it in invitation, while her brain is still computing. then she asks, quietly — as if not to startle the woman with the chihuahua: ❝ you want some ? ❞

[ripely-pines]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 , maybe ? leave a like, reply with a muse ( or multiple if you can't decide ) and i'll come up with something short, possibly lyric / quote based !

[ripely-pines]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 , maybe ? leave a like, reply with a muse ( or multiple if you can't decide ) and i'll come up with something short, possibly lyric / quote based !

[calvinandhobbes]

a compilation <3

[ripely-pines]

@enwrath

[rphelperblog]

Book Rp Meme

Send 'Books' for a starter based on a book plot, trope , or line

[tcssathompson]

Adria Arjona being unfairly pretty as Five in 6 Underground

[ripely-pines]

❛ I am nobody’s moral center. ❜ ( beth fr jay ). — @bellespirits. re : dance fever starters, accepting.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃. nobody would ever ask that, not of you, she thinks, but keeps the thought to herself — it’s a vile one, even with the glimmer of truth it holds. but the idealist in her can’t approve, and reprimands herself with the sour aftertaste of regret —— would’ve made more sense to be this callous before, before it all came to a premature end. but now, in the remains of life as it once was ? what good does cynicism do now ? hope is desperately needed : hope might be the only salvation that’s left. and hope takes many shapes, each more inconvenient than the last, and when it comes to someone like jay it takes an exceptional kind of hope, bucketloads of it, it takes something closer to faith — to believe that morality could be anything worth of respect from her.

 ❝ what do you want me to say ? behave and you’ll get something nice ? it doesn’t work like that, jay. it doesn’t work like that anymore. ❞ beth doesn’t carry a gun. when she unofficially accepted the role of doomsday guardian of sorts, matilda left one for her on the table — it was foolish perhaps, to not carry it around, but it felt safer. call it an investment in trust. she can’t raise a gun on jay: can hardly blame her for stealing what’s needed to survive. but she fixes her gaze anyway, and her eyes are open, unrelenting — demanding attention.  ❝ but we owe something to each other. all of us — because either we work together, or i’m telling you, there isn’t much of a life on your own out there anymore. ❞ arms crossed : she is not a threat to her survival.  ❝ if you think you can survive on your own, i won’t stop you. ❞, beth shrugs.  ❝ but if you think you might wanna be a part of this, you can. it doesn’t take much. you just gotta start by putting those cans back where you found them. ❞

[danidosgatos]

"Not for sale."

[goodnightmemes]

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE  /  DANCE FEVER SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ The very thing you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most. ❜

❛ But a woman is a changeling; always shifting shape. ❜

❛ I never knew my killer would be coming from within. ❜

❛ And I was never as good as I always thought I was, but I knew how to dress it up. ❜

❛ Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated. If I would feel better just lightly sedated. ❜

❛ I’m always running from something. ❜

❛ Being clever never got me very far. ❜

❛ And for a moment when I’m dancing I am free. ❜

❛ Is this how it is? Is this how it’s always been? ❜

❛ Oh, don’t you wanna call it off? ❜

❛ But there is nothing else that I know how to do; But to open up my arms and give it all to you. ❜

❛ I don’t know how it started; Don’t know how to stop it. ❜

❛ Something’s coming, so out of breath. ❜

❛ I just kept spinnin’ and I danced myself to death. ❜

❛ And do they speak to you? ‘Cause they speak to me too. ❜

❛ Never really been alive before. I always lived in my head. ❜

❛ Sometimes it was easier, hungover and half-dead. ❜

❛ I’m back in town, why don’t we go out? ❜

❛ I came for the pleasure, but I stayed for the pain. ❜

❛ If you get spat on, that’s just your big city baptism. ❜

❛ I thought that I was here with you, but it was always just an empty room. ❜

❛ What a thing to admit, that when someone looks at me with real love I don’t like it very much. ❜

❛ Is this something that you would like to discuss? ❜

❛ And it’s good to be alive, crying into cereal at midnight. ❜

❛ If they ever let me out, I’m gonna really let it out. ❜

❛ But, oh God, you’re gonna get it. You’ll be sorry that you messed with me. ❜

❛ Everyone treated us like little pets. ❜

❛ Oh, tell me, it’s not over yet. ❜

❛ In my darkest fantasies, I am the picture of passivity. ❜

❛ When I decided to wage Holy War, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor. ❜

❛ And I know I may not look like much, just another screaming speck of dust. ❜

❛ Well, did you miss me? ❜

❛ I’ve been expecting you, I’m ready. ❜

❛ Deliver me that bad news, baby. ❜

❛ Am I your dream girl? ❜

❛ You think of me in bed, but you could never hold me and like me better in your head. ❜

❛ Make me evil. Then I’m an angel instead. ❜

❛ At least you’ll sanctify me when I’m dead. ❜

❛ Well, did I disappoint you? ❜

❛ Do I just remind you of every girl that made you mad? ❜

❛ Make me perfect, make me your fantasy. ❜

❛ You know I deserve it. Well, take it out on me. ❜

❛ I am nobody’s moral center. ❜

❛ All the things that I ran from, I now bring as close to me as I can. ❜

❛ All this work gone to waste. ❜

❛ I used to see the future and now I see nothin’. ❜

❛ Well, can you see me? I cannot see you. ❜

❛ Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view. ❜

❛ All the gods have been domesticated. ❜

❛ Heaven is now overrated. ❜

❛ Well, you can take your complaints straight to the Lord. ❜

❛ I try to still look with wonder on the world. ❜

❛ Heaven is here if you want it. ❜

❛ Hell, if it glitters, I’m going. ❜

❛ You know I always get my man. ❜

❛ I couldn’t help it, yes, I let it get in. ❜

❛ The helpless optimism of spring. ❜

❛ I’m not bad, I’m not good. ❜

❛ Made myself mythical, tried to be real. ❜

❛ There is no bad, there is no good. ❜

❛ A generation soaked in grief; we’re drying out and hanging on by the skin of our teeth. ❜

❛ I never thought it would get this far, this somewhat drunken joke. ❜

❛ Sometimes I see so much beauty I don’t think that I can cope. ❜

❛ So tell me where to put my love. ❜

❛ Am I quiet enough for you yet? ❜

❛ You said this could have been the best thing that ever happened to you; So you decided not to do it. ❜

❛ If I was free to love you, you wouldn’t want me, would you? ❜

❛ Unavailability is the only thing that turns you on. ❜

❛ I’ve blown apart my life for you. ❜

❛ Come here, baby, tell me that I’m wrong. ❜

❛ I don’t love you, I just love the bomb. ❜

❛ I’ve been here many times before. ❜

❛ I should’ve come with a warnin’. ❜

❛ I’ll show you what it means to be saved. ❜

❛ Oh, you know I’m still afraid. ❜

[dirbenaffleck]

ELODIE YUNG in THE CLEANING LADY. 

[neorph]

*  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :   a selection of roleplay ask prompts to serve as a slightly less typical basis for first encounters between muses .  any of these prompts may be modified or added onto accordingly to suit, as some are more vague so as to not limit interaction.  

[ TRAPPED ] : both muses live / work in the same multi-storey building and get trapped in an elevator together

[ LAST ] : both muses are at a store, sender just bought the last of an item reciever wanted ( feel free to specify what item )

[ MIXED ] : in a restaurant or cafe, both muses’ orders are swapped due to a mix up

[ AISLE ] : both muses meet at a wedding of mutual acquaintances.

[ TEACH ] : sender has taken up a new hobby / sport and is assigned receiver as their instructor

[ TRAVEL ] :  both travelling solo, our muses end up sat next to each other on a long haul journey

[ DOUBLE BOOKED ] : due to an error, both muses are assigned the same room at a hotel

[ GAME ] : both muses meet at an arcade after an ongoing search to find out who has been beating the other’s high score

[ STUCK ] : sender gets their arm stuck in a vending machine and turns to receiver for help

[ WORK ] : both muses are tasked by their shared boss to work together for a project / mission, etc ( feel free to specify )

[ SET UP ] : both muses meet on a blind date after being set up by mutual acquaintances.

[ DATE ] : both muses keep encountering each other at the same locations while on unsuccessful dates with other people

[ TARGET ] : both muses meet while targeting the same person ( feel free to specify - could be a theft, investigation, murder, etc )

[ RUN ] : sender encounters receiver while escaping from pursuers

[ LOST ] : sender drunkenly stumbles into reciever’s property after losing their way

[ BATTLE ] :  both muses are forced to work together when caught up in a brawl

[ QUEUE ] : both muses meet while waiting in line somewhere ( feel free to specify )

[ripely-pines]

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

you know how this works — give a like if you'd be interested in plotting something and i'll get back to you asap ! ( would be very helpful if you had one or two muses in mind already but we can figure it out later if you don't. )

[ripely-pines]