there is no rest.

multimuse rp blog. loved by pommie.

[slayedlovers]

multi fandom multi muse blog by pommie. 26. they/he.

studies in heroism, main characters, grief, loss, forgiveness, responsibility and duty. focus on horror and supernatural themes.

rules and muses under the cut.

rules.

18+ to write with me, 21+ to write smut content with me.

no bigotry, hate of any kind is allowed here. this is not the platform for that.

i'm low activity, and I ask you please respect me being a disabled and mentally ill individual who doesn't always have the energy to upkeep writing on a consistent schedule.

if you're ever confused about something, wanna plot with me, etc. my DMs are open! and i am willing to talk over discord.

MUSES:

Buffy Summers (BtVS) - primary muse. Note: I am using Sarah Michelle Gellar as she appears in BtVS as an FC. Buffy otherwise is pretty flexible, and doesn't necessarily need to be The Slayer, but just a vampire/monster hunter if the verse calles for it. I'm comfortable writing Buffy at most points in the show (specifically as an adult) but I'm not a fan of S7 or the ending to S6 and would rather avoid writing that.

John Silver (Black Sails) I'm writing him from any point in Black Sails that fits a scene, as well as a modern verse where he's a vagabond/drifter. In supernatural/modern fantasy verses he's getting caught up in things he really shouldn't be and somehow surviving them. Does have a prosthetic leg unless specifically requested to write before that point.

Eric Draven (The Crow (comic)/The Crow 1994/Stairway to Heaven) Given Brandon Lee's unfortunate passing, I won't necessarily be using icons or his likeness. I do draw from the comic as well as the original movie, but I'll admit I'm a fan of the Stairway to Heaven show and that interpretation, so I'll be incorporating a lot that since it gives me a lot of flexibility in how I'm able to have Eric be "alive" in a more modern supernatural setting.

Jean-Paul Valley/Azrael (DC Comics; New-Earth) Avenging Angel. Superhero, to an extent. Azrael is both a dissociative state and his own existence within Jean-Paul. Has religious delusions, as well as varied hallucinations. He always means well, even if he doesn't always do well. Mainly based out of Gotham/Central NY.

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sorry for my radio silence, mental illness and the like is winning as I adjust to being off a med. be back soon though!

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i will be on tomorrow, focusing on my other blog and a mfrpg im working on.

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"I don't need a weapon. I am one." Arthur -> John Silver @valiantsword

Silver has dealt with a lot of stubborn, intense, maybe even ignorant people lately. Granted, Arthur was far from ignorant, and seemed wise beyond his years (not that Silver knew how old the man was, he was simply going off of how he looked), but he sure was intense, and could be a touch stubborn.

So Silver lowers the flintlock pistol, putting it back in his own hostler. He had no attachment to his weapons, he wasn't like Bonny or Blackbeard. He wonders if Arthur is similar, or if was being literal. "Don't tell me you intend on bringing your fists to a gun and sword fight?" He sounds exasperated, staring at Arthur with as much intensity as he can muster on his own.

Of course, he didn't doubt that Arthur must have something. He's seen him with a sword, a fancy looking blade in fact, something that might come out of a storybook that his mother read him as a child. Silver sighs, pushing the memory back into his mind. Childhood was not the focus right now. Did he mean to imply the sword was apart of him? No, Silver wouldn't go as far as to try to pry into the mind of someone who was a fortress like Arthur. Flint was enough of a handful to keep up with, even if he did with ease.

"Regardless man, this fight we're coming in on, these traps we're setting...you'll need something my friend." He bites his bottom lip for a moment, thinking of how exactly he could convince the other man that there was some merit in having a flintlock or rifle, or anything even. Even something to create a smokescreen.

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@slayedlovers (john silver)

Niamh normally did not find random, strange men floating in the ocean when she went swimming.

He was barely conscious, clinging to a piece of broken wood. From a shipwreck, perhaps? Shipwrecks weren't uncommon, but she'd never come across any survivors. She didn't think twice about using her sharp seal teeth to grab hold of his shirt and pull him back to shore.

She shifted forms once they reached the shallows. He was taller than her, so picking him up wasn't easy, but she did manage to drag him onto the sand. Thankfully he was still breathing. She settled him on his back and moved his wet hair back from his face. He hadn't seemed to come to just yet.

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The storm seemed to come out of nowhere, but maybe that was his fault for sailing out to sea in the middle of the night in his small rowboat. Trying to make a fast get away was not an easy thing to do, especially off of Nassau. The weather looked clear, until he was far out enough in the water that it was apparent to him that it wasn't.

From there, it was desperate rowing and bailing out water, to no avail. Being one legged didn't help in this case either, the prosthetic leg only adding to his weight on the rowboat that was determined to sink.

He didn't remember anything after a flash of lightning struck, surrounding him, and he must've blacked out. In some semblance of awareness, he clung onto the first thing he could, a piece of wood that had somehow broken off. It was just big enough to keep him afloat, even without having to ditch the weight of his metal half-leg.

The next thing was warmth, and Silver wondered if he was dead. Warm...sand? Sand...beach... Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinking up at the harsh sun coming down on him. Somehow he knew it wasn't Nassau he had ended up on, but where in the world was he? Then out of the corner of his eye, he notices her. She looks almost eager, but more than that, concerned.

"...Did..." His voice his hoarse, and he coughs up some sea water. "Did you save me?" He asks, trying to sit up, needing to put his weight on his forearms to keep his body up. He feels absolutely wrecked. A theme in recent days.

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“ yeah i am a werecreature.” Randy -> Buffy @heardvoices

"Oh. Sorry, I hope I didn't offend you or anything," Buffy covers her mouth for a second. "I know it's not like, the easiest thing, but like, one of my friends was...is? A werewolf! So I promise I'm totally chill with it." She smiles at him, lowering her hand. "...Can I ask if you can control it, or is that too rude? I really don't mean to offend."

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will be on in a bit/later, gonna focus on asks today ❤️

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i think im gonna watch The Green Knight finally...I also mean to read the Tolkein translation but I got. Other Books I'm Reading first.

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buffy & clark; cont. from here. @thebossdawg

Buffy crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. "I'm just saying, you're not nearly as scary as half the uglies I have to deal with." She tosses her hair over her shoulder. "I mean...compared to them, you're kinda like a big puppy? Maybe it's because you're not losing control enough. Not that I'm asking you to lose control."

She shifts her weight to her other leg. "I mean I'm not scared at all. But maybe I'm a little far from 'everyone'."

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@slayedlovers asked: are you sure this is legal?, John Silver -> Jill

"Why? If I say 'no' does it change anything?" Jill asked pointedly over her shoulder, glancing back at him. Jill waited a beat, tilting her head to one side as she gave him a sly, knowing look before returning to the task of unwinding the chains from around the door handle of the rundown building.

"For all you know, I might own this building and we're totally allowed to be here right now." Jill did not own it, in fact. "Or maybe we are just breaking and entering," She shrugged with a smirk, "Either way, you have deniable plausibility. You're welcome."

MORBID CURIOSITY ，still accepting .

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John Silver had to sigh. Not that he actually cared about the legality, he was more concerned about what trouble they could get into if caught. Not that he couldn't talk his way out of most situations...more like he didn't want certain people catching him.

"Oh, thank you so much for the deniable plausibility, it makes me feel better." They at least had the cover of night right now. "You sure we'll find anything interesting in here. That's honestly what I'm more concerned about than anything." He wouldn't call himself a treasure hunter, but sometimes you just needed the quick buck. Especially if it was worth a lot.

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if i add a dc comics muse will you all kill me or no

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AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

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  nightclub \ bar action based starters

　　send ‘drink’ for my muse to buy your muse a drink. 　　send ‘cheers’ for my muse to clink glasses with your muse. 　　send ‘dance’ for my muse to pull your muse onto the dance floor. 　　send ‘close’ for my muse to lean in close to your muse over the music. 　　send ‘tease’ for my muse to playfully tease your muse at the bar. 　　send ‘slide’ for my muse to slide into the seat next to your muse. 　　send ‘shot’ for my muse to hand your muse a shot. 　　send ‘watch’ for my muse to watch your muse from across the room. 　　send ‘approach’ for my muse to walk up to your muse. 　　send ‘pull’ for my muse to pull your muse closer in the crowd. 　　send ‘escape’ for my muse to suggest stepping outside with your muse. 　　send ‘leave’ for my muse to suggest leaving together.

[giaunt]

Up above, beyond the boughs, the sun shines, and its fingers of light dance upon the forest floor when a breeze stirs the branches. Birdsong is a constant during the day here — and that is precisely how the giant Ingvar likes it. (Not, however, that it is his decision in the first place, but the fact remains that it's pleasant. There are far worse places to isolate oneself in the interest of not frightening others, namely, humans. Buffy is the first human who hasn't been frightened breathless by him in... Goddess, he can't remember how long.)

Ingvar's crossed arms mirror his crossed legs, and his head tilts. A small frown knits together his thick brows.

"I... am not having family of mine own; hence... I am not knowing, nay," he admits sheepishly, "But — oh — I... I can be understanding desire to wish to be... protecting of her from the dangers which you are facing, Buffy, miss."

At least here, he hopes, she needn't worry about all those creatures who want her dead, just for a little while. He muses he'll frighten them away by pretending to be ferocious, should they ever appear here. Surely, he would be forgiven for that.

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Buffy offers a smile up at Ingvar, reaching forward to pat his leg. Despite having a good grasp on her strength, she was glad that for the most part she could just let herself be the strong woman that she was, as well as emotionally vulnerable.

"I appreciate it. I guess I should...consider her perspective. Would I be wrong if I taught her a few things just in the name of self defense? Vampires and demons have gone after her just to get at me." With that she looks down at the grass, running her hand through some of the blades. It was so soft here, not the prickly crab grass that grew in the cemeteries of Sunnydale. "I super appreciate you listening to me Ingvar. It's always nice to take a break from my life, y'know? Sometimes you need that kinda thing. Running away, even for a little while."

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buffy -> ambrose ; cont from here @tarvtdeck

"Cousin?" Buffy tilts her head. "No, I didn't even know you had one. You just seemed a bit...lost? I guess? I don't know...you look how I feel sometimes when I need someone to come over and ask how I am. Even if I don't answer honestly."

Buffy offers a small smile and holds her hand out. "I'm Buffy. And uh, you shouldn't be walking around at night so late. It's kinda dangerous out, even if it's a nice night otherwise." From her perspective, this man was just a civilian, and she couldn't risk him getting hurt. At this point in her career she could care less if people learned about vampires and demons and the like. Most of them would just shrug it off or convince themselves otherwise.

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"tell me something i don’t know." Nanno -> Buffy ; @kahrma

Crossing her arms, Buffy sighs. Dealing with vampires was hard, but never as hard as dealing with a teenager it seemed. When she had explained to the mysterious girl that she shouldn't be out in the graveyard at 2 AM, she got that response.

"Well then, why don't you head home? I can walk you there if you want." She looks around. No vampires around for now, but there was always the chance some might jump out. How was she gonna explain that?

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“it’s the thought that counts.” jack rackham -> john silver ; @topshelfperverts

Silver sighs, immediately after hearing Jack say that. Of course he would think that. "No, I think I disagree. The thought means nothing. The action means everything. And when you're threatening me, Jack, with your sabre of all things, 'for my own good', as you're implying...Well, I'm just not interested in that." He sighs, downing his drink, letting the metal tankard nearly fall over on the table. He stands, grabbing his crutch and making his way towards the window. He props himself against the wall, looking out on Nassau. Complicated thoughts and feelings coursed through his veins.

And then he was also dealing with Jack Rackham on top of it all.

"Well? What do you think I should do then?"