GRINDHOUSE GOSPELS

somewhere, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, vast lightnings stomped the earth. somewhere, a storm 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ could not be 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒅. multimuse roleplay blog of original & canon (divergent) characters.

[sskinwalkers]

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐒.

RULES & OOC INFO / MUSE ROSTER / PINTEREST / WRITING / MEMES

35+. CST. any pronouns (ooc i am a she / her / hers, but not at all offended if referred to as others).

a selective, private, low maintenance / activity, mutuals and dash only multi muse blog. several verses. original and canon (divergent) characters. roster is constantly being updated. check it often.

CAN'T DECIDE ON A MUSE? SPIN THE WHEEL

MAIN AFFILIATES: BLMDBONES / SOUND OF MADNESS / THE LOST MOONCHILD

[sskinwalkers]

reply to: xio @hysterekle

xio: She reached down, brushing her fingers gently through his hair before letting her free hand settle against his shoulder, shaking gently. “You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself…” she murmured softly, scratching softly against his scalp.

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it's sunny out— lemon-drop yellow beaming over the rounds of cotton candy cumulus set into a blue raspberry sky… saccharine sweet, summer-warm and fresh. llewelyn's playing with his little brother in a jade tufted field just beyond their families' childhood estate. two red kites drift away from them, wagging their white line tails, giddy from their escape into the ether; the silvery bell of young boys' laughter rolling like the hills that surround, he chasing arthel towards the valley… the creek.

it feels good. it doesn't feel real.

"slow down, art" he can hear himself calling; it isn't the pitch imperfect intones of a kid on the precipice of puberty but a man's voice— deep and wizened… the voice of who he is and not who he was.

"art…" he's running now, his kid brother ahead and no matter how hard lyn pumps his legs, he can't catch up to him. "wait! arthel" younger cresting the hill, disappearing over it.

"no, please…"

lew panics the second he can no longer set eyes on him. for good reason, too… he just knows it. he knows the way this tale ends… he knows it's a horror story. despite the pit in his belly weighing him down, his feet carry him steadfast up that incline, terror rising like bile to the back of his throat, making him want to retch, but he goes on until he's standing atop it, looking down.

and there it is and it has him.

who has him? … no … what does? i don't know but it's dragging him away, kicking and screaming and i'm… just watching him go. you've gotta stop doing this to yourself… someone's hand slipping into his, his fingers curl around it; squeeze. it's calming jarring like someone combing their nails through his hair…

crosby jolts awake, a fuck on his breath.

for a second, he's discombobulated and defensive, fist balled and cocked, muscles tense 'neath her gentle touch; office chair a rattle and squeak under his rump. but it all fades when he truly comes to— recognition seeping into marrow, settling the bones that house it

"xio… jesus, you… ack…" crick in his neck pinching, he reaching up to knead the pain, ebony eyes moving from that cherubic visage to the cup of frigid joe, the computer screen that got tired of waiting on his passed out ass to use it, to the manilla folders purging their pages across the surface of is desk.

"did you let yourself in?" stupid fucking question (she had a key); gaze lulling up to her concern-marred countenance, it pocked with something unsettled and irritated she hoped to mask. he knows it's been days since they'd seen each other last, hell… since they'd spoken, even via text, but the dreams. he'd been seeing arthel again and something else… a new piece to the puzzle? … though now he can't recall what that was. it'd all sent him spiraling, a plummeting corkscrew into a void and he wasn't going to drag her down with.

grit cleared from his throat, palms nursing away the last dregs of a nightmare from his face, he stands, takes her in his arms "hey you" whispered against the pale slope of her forehead; kiss pressing it in.

gif credit: @helpersofindie @rcleplayer 

[aramblingjay]

#the vampire loustat // 3x02

[sskinwalkers]

@blmdbones

he's right where he wants to be... with him. through thick and thin, death and rebirth, break ups and break downs; from the earth-shattering silent treatment to the heart flaying screaming till we just fuck each other about it fights— it will always end with them in love and together for eternity.

[sskinwalkers]

don't come back here complaining. (malin to max)

he's not even listening.

all max hears is the subtle hissss the pads of his fingers make when drifting along the slender, milk-pale line of her nape— those damp, chestnut tendrils gathered in one fist to expose the neck. nude form swaddled in a towel; her flesh bath warm and suppled...

she's chiding him, malin is. it's nothing new and while she's the only one in existence that can with any degree of success of being heard, this is not one of those times.

"jamais" baritone echoes through the tiled walls of the salle de bains, buttery and hushed, a salve slathered on her condemnation. it was a threat, not a demand. he'd been caught shmoozing some pretty little pixie from the gallery... they knew it wouldn't end well— it never did, but his darling doppelganger wasn't having it, regardless.

if you see me out doing the same, don't come back here complaining. of course he wouldn't complain. he'd do a lot worse. she knew that, though. counted on it. craved to see his jealous wrath just as much as he did her ire when his gaze wandered— cock following when it shouldn't. this was all a game, cat and mouse... see who gets the cheese and who gets the trap.

lank spine lilts the plush points and round of his kiss to her shoulder from behind, sapphires lulling up to meet hers in their reflection, catch the twisted semblance of familial intimacy staring back at them; assuring her with a well-practiced fib "je vais bien me comporter"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw TRACKER (2026) | 3.22– “The Best Ones”

[sskinwalkers]

NEW MUSE DROP: LEON S. KENNEDY

[darlingshane]

JON BERNTHAL | SEXIEST MOVIE CHARACTERS for ✨ bernthirst movie madness ✨

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

[fossaed]

CIGARETTES AFTER SEX SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   lyrics taken from various songs by cigarettes after sex. adjust as necessary.

❝  what can i do for your attention?  ❞

❝  what can i say to make you listen?  ❞

❝  i think you’re just my type.  ❞

❝  i want you all the time.  ❞

❝  now i’m longing for your kiss.  ❞

❝  it was a perverted thing to say.  ❞

❝  as long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you baby.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i know you want me.  ❞

❝  i want to hear your voice.  ❞

❝  all i want to know is if you love her.  ❞

❝  how come you never give in?  ❞

❝  i’ve been waiting for you to slip back in bed.  ❞

❝  do the right thing.  ❞

❝  he’s got so much love for her.  ❞

❝  if i abandoned love, i’d be a man without dreams.  ❞

❝  you know that i’m obsessed with your body.  ❞

❝  it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me.  ❞

❝  i will gladly break my heart for you.  ❞

❝  well i never wanted to be with you.  ❞

❝  your clothes are soaked.  ❞

❝  make love to me in the darkness.  ❞

❝  don’t you wonder why it smells that way?  ❞

❝  i know all about those men.  ❞

❝  gonna find out what it’s all about.  ❞

❝  please don’t cry my love.  ❞

❝  please don’t say goodbye.  ❞

❝  'cause i miss you honey.  ❞

[silentechoess]

NOVA SAID TO DARIO: “seems you haven’t learned anything”

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if dario could go back to five minutes ago where he wasn’t standing in the crossfire of his husband, he would. @sskinwalkers was clearly unhappy, speaking ninety miles a minute, mostly in Spanish, about dario’s nighttime escapades. strip clubs, copious amounts of alcohol, and occasionally cocaine kept him up and out. it was the same problems from their first stint in their marriage.

“seems you haven’t learned anything” nova nearly spat the words out in venom. whatever he said beforehand, dario didn’t catch because he was too busy trying to figure out how to calm him down. “nova…” a sigh “can you just… calm down and listen to me for once?” mistake number forty “this is not… this is not like our first time together. what I do at night is business, nothing else and nothing more”

[sskinwalkers]

if there's one thing you don't do, it's tell a volatile person to calm down. this goes quadruple for a seething spaniard. 'rio was stepping on both lines... flatfooted and dangerously cocksure.

"¿ilegar de nuevo?" long, ebony wisps flutter over viridescent orbs; incredulous "listen to you... l-listen to you?" plush lips curled into a snarl, pearls behind them exposed; lunging to boldly flick his mobster mate's bejeweled lobe "¡antes me cortaría las orejas que dejar que soportaran las mentiras que siempre salen de tu boca!"

there was no doubt in nova's mind that marchetti was fucking around again... some more, that he was getting his dick wet at all hours of the night. indulging in females, men, drugs. he'd been in the same situation 10 years ago when he'd married the man thinking these ways would change now that he'd committed.

there was also no confusing the fact that he'd done this to himself by answering that phone call a few months ago, by believing that dar had changed... by coming back. truly, the fool. the clown painting his own face and then acting shocked to see that garish makeup smeared across his mug in the mirror.

"business, eh?" scoffing, lilting forward; clapping between each word "what" clap "business" clap "do" clap "you" clap "have" one last good rap before his spine straightens and those arms fold defensively across his chest "drunk and high in a strip club at 2 in the morning when your husband is here, waiting like an idiota?"

delgado was rich and hot and didn't have to put up with this. he knew that about himself, once. walked away from the gangster (knowing next to nothing about these illegal activities and underhanded movements at the time, mind) without a glance back...

but he never removed that symbol of union with him from around his ring finger, did he?

taking a step back, never once letting the italian by way of california have a word in edgewise; dismissing the whole thing and him "you keep on. you keep going every night on your little business trips, perro. you go enjoy yourself. we can both do that, you know? just don't come raving at me and my good times" ...which he would be having. in the past, he'd never, but two could absolutely play this game and his husband was about to find out how skilled he was at it.

[silentechoess]

JULIAN SAID TO SAINT: “You think you’re invincible, don’t you?”

———————————————————————————

“you think you’re invincible, don’t you?” an eight ball deep and a few glasses of whiskey never fared well with julian. he should be used to it by now but the truth of the matter was, he wasn’t. it never ended well. either he ended up even more miserable than he was sober or he couldn’t remember what he did the next day. it was supposed to mask his true feelings. afterall, that’s what vices were for right? to cope?

but here he was, standing there with @sskinwalkers and he was anything but coping “you have all this success, saint. you don’t know how it truly is to… to want something so fucking bad and fall short every… single… god damn… time” the last words fell out in a slow emphasis “anything you do, anything you touch, turns into a fucking masterpiece”

[sskinwalkers]

"bon sang, julian…" baritone français sharp 'neath the steady thrum of house trance wishing to drown it out, umbers rolling in the crimson of his bloodshot gaze "on fait ça maintenant?" here, in the club— fucked off harder than either of them had been for weeks now? sobriety was never anything more than a short hiatus from the dopesick norm and neither man was truly interested in helping the other stay on that wagon.

oberon's crown lulls back between his shoulders during the carefully rehearsed spiel he could've spewed off verbatim— it was that common; mouth agape, tongue a lull-out before crooking sharply to the side, fist raised as if he's been strung up by the neck and dying.

they'd had this conversation and million times (make that a million and one) since the two became a thing, and saint had no idea how to combat it anymore now than he did back then. every effort to comfort and console, assure, was foiled with more crestfallen insecurity and seething jealousy... did the professor even really love him? or did he just like a good fuck and something to cry about afterwards?

there was rarely ever a time he could pull julian from this depth of disparity and wallowing, and the eccentric artist was certain that's how the man liked it at this point. there's no hiding or diminishing the amount of success saint-germaine had in his endeavors, that midas touch not spoken of in jest, but how could he reconcile this for his jilted lover?

straightening in the booth next to— they'd chosen this seat so they could watch those bodies writhe to the music under multicolored strobes while they drank on top of their high. julian one to stay home when indulging in his addictions, but his young mate would never have it...

"anything i touch?" pulling in close, palm pressed to feverish flesh flayed from the unbuttoned silk of estrada's miami vice-esque shirt, feeling that muscle pounding overtime beneath it... fuck the dope was good tonight. cocaine coursing through a system that never forgot how good it felt, but the memories had faded over the last month, reminder dangerously strong "i'm touching you" eyes boring in the point; nodding "we can talk about your eternal existential crisis when we get home, yeah? you're brilliant and i love you" paw moved to give a curt smack to a tuft laden jaw "now come dance with me before the crack wears off"

[gloomglimmer-deactivated2026080]

✧       ›       𝐫𝐩  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  .   .   .   (   a  study  of  stars   )    rp  prompts  inspired  by  unique  stars  in  our  galaxy.   ✧   ˚₊   Themes:   tension,  romance,  action. 

Betelgeuse  —  Sender  rests  their  forehead  against  Receiver's.

Sirius  —  Sender  traces  lazy  circles  on  Receiver’s  wrist.

Rigel  —  Sender  steps  between  Receiver  and  the  danger.

Altair  —  Sender  lifts  Receiver’s  chin,  locking  eyes.

Deneb  —  Sender  wraps  their  coat  around  Receiver’s  shoulders,  fingers  lingering  longer  than  necessary.

Procyon  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  hand  before  they  can  leave.

Spica  —  Sender  brushes  a  leaf  from  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Pollux  —  Sender  pulls  Receiver  into  a  half-laughing,  half-panicked  hug.

Castor  —  Sender  offers  the  Receiver  a  cigarette

Fomalhaut  —  Sender  leans  against  Receiver’s  back.

Bellatrix  —  Sender  wipes  blood  from  Receiver’s  lip  with  their  sleeve.

Alnitak  —  Sender  lifts  the  hem  of  Receiver’s  shirt,  tending  to  the  wound  in  silence.

Alnilam  —  Sender  places  Receiver’s  hand  over  their  heart.

Mintaka  —  Sender  bumps  shoulders  with  Receiver,  grinning.

Dubhe  —  Sender  wraps  a  scarf  around  Receiver’s  neck,  adjusting  it  carefully.

Merak  —  Sender  places  a  blade  into  Receiver’s  palm.

Phecda  —  Sender  reaches  for  Receiver’s  hand  under  the  table,  hidden  from  everyone.

Alphard  —  Sender  kisses  the  inside  of  Receiver’s  wrist.

Nunki  —  Sender  holds  Receiver’s  gaze  across  the  battlefield.

Scheat  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  collar,  pulling  them  close.

Markab  —  Sender  holds  out  a  map,  finger  tapping  on  a  place  only  they  understand.

Kaus  Australis  —  Sender  rests  their  hand  on  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Almach  —  Sender  runs  a  thumb  across  Receiver’s  knuckles.

Alpheratz  —  Sender  tucks  a  folded  letter  into  Receiver’s  coat  pocket.

[sskinwalkers]

*excerpt from discord-based connection (solene winters) banter:

solene: when he walked in, she knew the night would no longer be dull. another vampire, one who had a reputation for the dramatics. solene sat across from him and sent over a telepathic greeting, amusement tugging on her tiers. 'you never do anything quietly, do you? immortality gets quite boring. have a glass of my best on the house and be welcome'

[mythshire]

Send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.

[highleatherboots]

-Rudy Francisco

[sskinwalkers]

ask me again why i smoke.

[sskinwalkers]

@the-lost-moonchild1987

nicolas didn't go up in flames, the books were wrong... but he wanted them to be. l'enfant terrible just wanted out— from under the watchful eye of an abandoning lover, from the suffocation of the cult, from oppression of his sick brain. with the help of armand he slipped away; lestat bought the lie hook, line and sinker but, like akasha, he's drawn out of obscurity by a song written for him...