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MY ROT IS AS HUNGRY AS ME ──── independent, private, & extremely low activity multimuse blog. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! dark & mature content will be present here, proceed with caution. minors & personals do not interact. friend-focused & plot based. please do not follow me if we are not going to write. loved by bee, twenty-six years old, cst timezone. [ . . . ] & WHEN GOD ASKS ME ABOUT LOVE, I ALWAYS RESPOND WITH CRUELTY.
GUIDELINES & MUSES CAN BE FOUND HERE. / PROMPTS.
naturally when i try to make a return, life starts kicking my ass LMAO i'm going to get this blog off of the ground again eventually
consider this a small starter call specifically for baldur's gate muses i'll be adding (astarion, karlach, lae'zel, & a shadow magic sorcerer named seraphina with very questionable morals)
hiiii does anyone want to write bg3 stuff with me.....
still alive btw, just deep into bg3..... might add muses.... wanna write both astarion and karlach
ngl baldur's gate 3 brain rot has gotten me.... i'll be back around to write eventually but feel free to come chat w me on discord in the meantime!!!
Tonight is the kind of night that makes everything else feel like it doesn't really matter in comparison. The state of Hawkins is pretty much end-of-the-world scenario; there's military on basically every corner, no one gets in or out, demogorgons lurk within the shadows, but here in the confinement of Mike Wheeler's basement— everything is normal again. Okay, maybe normal isn't exactly the word he's looking for, but it's what he settles for. All he does know is that these nights spent in the basement with @wizardslays make it pretty easy to forget about everything else. They hardly give him time to think about.... anything.
The click of the tape switching over to the next song is heard and Lover's Rock by The Clash begins to play at low volume. Mike let Will pick the music and not that he'd say it out loud, but this band is kind of growing on him. Neither of them are paying much attention to what's playing anyway; Mike's more focused on keeping up with the pace of the kiss. His hand settles against the side of Will's neck to lightly grasp and draw him in closer, head canting and nose nudging against his cheek. A familiar warmth sits in his gut and spreads throughout him, the same feeling he gets from just being in the same space as Will. It's way too easy to find himself getting lost in the motions. So easy that a heaviness begins to settle in his chest from the ache of his lungs in desperate need of oxygen and oh yeah, he does kinda need to breathe, huh?
The movement of pulling away from the kiss is awkward and quick, like Will just shocked him or something, and Mike realizes how weird it was just as quickly. His back hitting against the arm of the couch snaps him back into reality and that shade of red across his cheeks deepens, looking at Will all wide - eyed and embarrassed. "Shit," His nose scrunches, mouth curving slightly. "I, um— I almost.. I kinda, like, forgot we needed to breath, but I'm realizing that I could've just like.... gently pulled away." Laughter expels and Mike leans forward to press his forehead against Will's shoulder to hide his face, his hand sliding down to rest against his forearm. "Totally killed the whole mood, huh?"
[ breath ] one forgets how breathing works, pulls back too fast, then covers their face in embarrassment.
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
how's life been treating you?
where have you been?!
aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?
aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?
where are you going with this?
are we really doing this right now?
have you eaten today?
can i crash here for the night?
how did you learn to lie so well?
can i at least buy you a drink?
where should i meet you?
is that ... blood?!
are you trying to make me jealous right now?
what’s your problem? you're acting weird.
[ name ], you're ... real, right?
where’s your sense of adventure?
do you like horror movies?
what are you trying to prove?
can you give me a ride?
do you have any idea what you've done?
shouldn't you answer that?
why should i be the one to calm down?
have you been up all night?
why are you lying to me?
is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?
what are you so afraid of?
do you want to grow old with me?
you’re gonna walk away from this?
are you nervous? your hands are shaking.
where am i supposed to go?
how many fingers am i holding up?
you want me to just walk away from this?
[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!
are you embarrassed of me?
what's that smell? something's burning.
how can i make it up to you?
why can't you stay out of it?
is this some kind of trick?
come on, what do you have to lose?
do you ever still think of me?
idiot. why didn't you tell me?!
can we stop and think about this rationally?
how long has it been since you’ve slept?
what's your ideal first date?
are you ready to tell me the truth?
i almost died, and you're laughing?
what do you mean, "sort of"?
can we just stay like this forever?
when can i see you again?
can we put this behind us?
oh ... you thought of me first?
where did you learn to do that?
oh my god, are you bleeding?!
where are you? nobody’s heard from you.
[ name ], are you drunk?
how can i make this go away?
someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?
are we safe here?
what can i do to convince you?
what could possibly go wrong?
you have no idea who i am, do you?
how do you really feel about me?
why can't you look me in the eyes?
did you know you talk in your sleep?
were you following me?
can we just pretend this never happened?
are you just barely getting home?
are you even listening to me right now?!
where does it hurt? can you show me?
are you trying to get yourself killed?!
how about we just forget the world exists?
how long have you been keeping this from me?
were you ever going to tell me?
what do you make of this?
[ name ], what the hell?!
can we just be honest with each other, here?
are you trying to keep me a secret?
why does your story keep changing?
how long have you known?
it can't be that bad, right?
are you happy? i mean, really happy?
isn't this place amazing?
did i interrupt something?
how am i supposed to trust you?
are they still following us?
are you fucking serious?
do you remember our first kiss?
can we take a break for a minute?
how about we disappear for awhile?
you're going to walk away from this?
can you please just cut the crap?!
why didn't you tell me you were hurt?
how can i make this go away?
can you just look at me, please?
is there anything i can do to change your mind?
do you ever stop talking?
that depends. are you done lying to me?
are you sure this is legal?
how do you take your coffee?
can you keep your voice down?
why does your phone keep buzzing?
@cheerguilt sent: “we're going to get out of here.”
“oh, yeah?” chrissy asks, waggling her eyebrows at noa. she's excited for whatever noa is going to suggest — after all, noa always has the best ideas, the kind that would make chrissy's parents frown and purse their lips. well, her mother, really. but that's why she likes noa — all of her other friends are always fawning over her parents. her mother had made it clear from day one that she didn't approve of noa, and noa had never tried to change her mother's mind. chrissy likes it — she likes having a friend that's just hers.
“where are we going?” even just sneaking down to the corner store for a snack with noa felt like an adventure to chrissy.
"Mhm." She nods, mischief twinkling in blue eyes with a curve of her lips to match. There's a certain thrill that comes along with spending time with Chrissy— the kind that Noa wants to keep chasing after. She thinks of these ridiculous adventures and ways to waste their time if only to spend that extra time alone with her. Noa doesn't feel that way with any of her other cheer friends, but none of them look at her the way Chrissy does either. It's the look of awe, like Noa's something more than anything than this town could offer. A familiar flutter starts just beneath her ribcage every time she meets Chrissy's eyes and sees that look in them. She never lets herself think too hard on what that means, or how she's never had this kind of reaction when one of those dumb jocks are looking at her. She isn't going to start thinking on it too hard right now either.
Now is for reaching out and taking hold of Chrissy's wrist to drag her along down the emptying hallways. The bell had just went off for the start of the next period and Noa has no interest in her biology class. Knowing what she knows about this town, school and everything to do with it has become nothing more than a waste of time in her mind. She stops at the end of the hallway and takes a glance around the corner to make sure it's clear before she's looking back at Chrissy with a wider grin.
"You trust me, right? Come on." The corner is turned and she's pulling her best friend along with her toward the exit doors of Hawkins High, not bothering to stop and look behind the two of them. The cool breeze of fall greets them as the doors swing open and Noa shivers from the mix of cold and excitement. "I've got a spot I wanna show you. We'll be back before next period, okay? Don't worry." Her voice is soft and reassuring, motioning with her head for Chrissy to follow off toward the field where they can cut into the woods.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?
i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.
you love playing the victim when it's convenient.
don't look at me like that. you made this choice.
you always say that, and it's never true.
i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.
funny how it's always someone else's fault.
you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.
i trusted you, and that was my mistake.
you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.
say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.
you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.
you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.
i don't owe you patience.
you love control more than you love honesty.
stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.
you really think that excuses what you did?
you don't get to be angry about consequences.
i expected better from you, and that's on me.
you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.
every apology you give sounds rehearsed.
you only care when it affects you.
you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.
don't pretend this is about concern.
you cross lines and call it curiosity.
you never ask how i feel, you just assume.
you're cruel when you're cornered.
i see right through the act.
you confuse confidence with arrogance.
you just don't know when to stop.
you keep pushing until something breaks.
you don't get to play innocent here.
you really thought i wouldn't notice?
you always need an audience.
i don't recognize you when you're like this.
you're not brave, you're reckless.
you say you're honest, but you're just mean.
you enjoy this more than you admit.
don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.
you don't fight fair, you fight to win.
you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.
you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.
why do you make everything a competition?
you don't get to decide what hurts me.
you act like being hurt gives you permission.
you only hear what supports your narrative.
you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.
you always push until i snap.
is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?
you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.
you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.
you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?
i know you always choose pride over people.
you don't know how to back down.
you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.
you treat everyone like they're disposable.
after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.
you always take more than you give.
you never stop to think who gets hurt.
you only care when you're exposed.
you don't know how to sit with discomfort.
you poke until something bleeds.
you love being right more than being kind.
you don't know when enough is enough.
you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.
you don't see people, you see leverage.
no, you don't get to speak for me.
you twist everything until it suits you.
you don't actually care about the truth.
you always need the last word.
you don't know how to be gentle.
you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.
stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.
you don't know how to lose gracefully.
you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.
you make everything personal.
you don't know how to let things go.
the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.
you don't care how this affects anyone else.
how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.
you don't see how far you've crossed the line.
you always think you're justified.
you don't know how to stop hurting people.
don't act like you actually want answers.
you always think you're the smartest one in the room.
you care about winning.
you don't fight for resolution. you fight to hurt and you know it.
Is this seriously what college is? Listening to his roommate ramble on about how he's never been with a girl? Jesus, Mike's going to actually lose his mind before the end of the semester. At least it's not a jock. That's a plus side, right? He could be stuck listening to someone trying to talk to him about like, football or some other sport he couldn't care less about. Not that he cares about the girl conversation either. It's a topic he's kind of avoided like the plague. He tiptoed around it with Dustin and Lucas. He doesn't hate girls, obviously, but he doesn't.... feel whatever these guys do about them either. That's a can of worms Mike isn't opening right now.... Or like, ever.
“Yeah, that's all very cool or — not cool, I guess. Look, I need to finish revising this and I can't focus." Mike sighs, eyes lifting from his notebook opened in front of him. His finger taps against the page and he attempts to offer @wthdrawn some sort of apologetic expression, but he knows he looks more irritated than anything else. Of course he feels a little bad about it, so he backtracks just enough to seem like less of an asshole. "Why don't you, I don't know... Do you not like anyone in your classes?"
/)/) ( . .) “You need my expertise?” / from saint ( づ♡ ˖°. ── @racointeur
the idea of asking for help, of out-sourcing this problem any further than herself ( behind andrew's back ) was a terrible idea and she knew it. but, ashley was out of options. she couldn't rely on her brother anymore, she had heard it . . . so it was time to look elsewhere. someone, anyone, had to have her back , she needed someone, she can't be alone . . . and so she was on saint's doorstep, aura more intense than usual, asking for help. how did it come to this ??
❝ i killed my parents. in front of each other. then ate them. ❞ she admitted casually once inside, staring, watching for his reaction. a silent threat maybe. i can do it again. a nagging voice in her head telling her she's being stupid !! goes ignored. she doesn't need him anymore.
❝ i need to get rid of the rest of the bodies now that i'm done with them. ❞ her trinket weighs heavy in her pocket, able to feel the power radiating from it. she promised she'd wait to use it though and so . . . she would . . . for now. ❝ isn't your whole job getting rid of dead people or something ?? ❞
Well, definitely not what Saint was expecting at his doorstep. He knew Ashley had more than just a few screws loose— it's possible that she puts Salem to shame— but this? Dead parents, cannibalism, a clean up... Unexpected, but sounds like his kind of idea of fun! He's a little disappointed he wasn't invited to the party. Ashley stares at him and he stares right back with the same expression. She's pretty when she's trying to be intimidating. Saint thinks it's cute. Maybe he's got more than a few screws loose too.
A grin cracks across once blank expression and is accompanied by his laughter after letting the silence linger. "Been there, done that." A dismissive wave of his hand, like Ashley's telling him she just had to cut her parents off or something that'd happen any other day. "Not the cannibalism part, but I killed my parents too. Did you do it on purpose? It's more fun if you say yes." His dark eyes are wide and full of excitement for her answer, clinging onto the anticipation that lingers in the air. He wants the gory details. Clearly, considering the questions that follow up before Ashley's even had a chance to answer the first.
"How much of them did you eat? What's left? Y'know, I've never really understood the whole.. eating them thing. Tried it and didn't like it. Salem's a big fan. I'm sure you two could exchange some recipes." And that ramble leads into his next without a breath. Saint never did learn when to stop talking, even if Salem's tried to teach him. He's passionate about this stuff! "Anyway, he's not home, so he's not gonna be much help tonight, and getting rid of dead people isn't exactly my job. I do more of the cleaning and storing part, but lucky for you, I've got the experience getting rid of them too. First things first, how much body are we needing to get rid of?"
/)/) ( . .) [TXT] : don't make me ask twice. / from salem ( づ♡ ˖°. ── @racointeur
sent to [ weird halloway 1 ] : 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 sent to [ weird halloway 1 ] : fuck off !!!!!! jfc!!!!!!! sent to [ weird halloway 1 ] : dont fucking tell me what to do sent to [ weird halloway 1 ] : ...... sent to [ weird halloway 1 ] : im not a whore so wats in it 4 ashley~
[sms to ashley] : you're fucking annoying.
[sms to ashley] : does it fucking matter? you either want to fucking help with this stream or i'll find someone else.
[sms to ashley] : you're pretty close to making yourself the fucking star of it tonight.
