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but I DID not FEEL the INCONVENIENCE of the WEATHER;
my IMAGINATION was BUSY
in SCENES of EVIL and DESPAIR
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Plot: Dorian comes across your muse in a bar, hearing them talking about heading into his woods. They could be with a group or solo. Up to you whether this leads into more horror or potential smut.
"You know, they say that those woods are haunted. Locals don't venture much into them." Dorian couldn't help but grin as he spoke. It came off as more amused by what he was saying, rather than the smile of a predator who was given it's prey on a free platter. It was more often than not hikers, people traveling through, that dared to enter his domain any longer. Not that he minded. He was able to have his fun and keep his name well alive even among the locals along. Picturesque sights were a draw that proved too hard to ignore for those that wanted to risk it. Most young people these days hardly believed in local legends and the supposes tales that locals told of the dangers that lay in the woods. All worked in the favor of Doian, unknown to anyone else. "There's been a few reports of hikers going missing too."
The conversation had been easy enough to hear, even without his enhanced hearing. Often, the more someone was told not to do something, the more likely it was that they would ignore the warnings in opposition and do what the warned against task anyway. Now, Dorian could very well have pursued them into the woods, but it was far more fun to take on an unsuspecting victim these days. Savor a new sense of fear.
"In my opinion though, it's a load of bs. Now, there are plenty of bear and the like in the woods. I think, everyone around here got a little too complacent and believed in those ghost stories a little too much to realize it was just silly mistakes against nature."
So far, her little trip out here, in search of the mythical witch occupying the forest, had been a total bust. The threads she'd seen on Reddit made it seem like the town was teeming with myth and legend dating back to the Puritans. She was looking for inspiration, something to add a little edge to the novel she was scheming up but all she'd come up with was a mediocre burger joint and some plaques.
His entrance into the conversation, though, she couldn't have written it any better herself. It's as though he materialized from her sheer need. She would have to come up with a good description of him, something that captured his raw magnetism. Her attention shifts to him completely, feeling vindicated that someone had finally confirmed the myth she was chasing existed in the town. "Can I buy you a beer?"
film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
open to f / nb.
synopsis — kai kennedy . ex pop star who traded his successful music career in for a reclusive life , after the effects of fame led him down the path of addiction & self destructive coping mechanisms . now , your muse is the first girl he's fallen for since transitioning to a ( somewhat ) normal life .
had tried to quit smoking on several attempts , most recent only a month a go . & yet , he finds himself with his third cigarette of the night ignited between his lips . ' i don't think i can trust myself with you , ' he confesses , exhaling as gaze follows the cigarette that's now pinched between thumb & pointer . ' i've never loved something without making myself sick . '
She eyes the cigarette between his lips, "You know they've made those like completely outdated right? Vapes are really the only respectable way to smoke." Petra knows that as soon as the words leave her mouth, they are not the response he's looking for. She takes a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts to not sound like a total jerk. "Everything I've ever loved has deep claw marks, so we're really kind of a pair, huh?"
PROMPTS FOR THE ONE WHO QUESTIONS EVERYTHING * assorted dialogue for someone who always asks questions, adjust as necessary
so? what did they say?
are you going to tell me what really happened?
who was that?
where were you?
sorry, i ask a lot of questions.
i ask because i care.
i want to know if you're okay.
when did that start up again?
i thought you weren't seeing them anymore?
care to explain what you're doing here?
answer my question.
you're not telling me the truth.
what's wrong with a few questions?
what is going on over here?
i'm going to get to the bottom of this.
something's not right here.
when did you tell me that?
what on earth is that thing?
listen. did you hear that?
you just expect me to sit here and not ask questions?
i need to know what's going on.
there's something fishy going on around here.
no one will answer any of my questions.
what are you?
where did you come from?
who said you could do that?
when did you get back into town?
who told you that?
you're not telling me the truth.
i don't trust them.
there's more to this story.
i need answers.
that's all you're going to give me?
when were you planning to tell me the truth?
what's up with you?
who hurt you?
who did this to you?
why did we stop talking?
why did you stop answering my calls?
when were you going to tell me about this?
i'll ask the same question again and again if i have to.
you're not leaving here without telling me the truth.
i have to get to the bottom of this.
they're all lying to me.
this isn't right.
this doesn't feel right.
they're hiding something.
you're hiding something.
i ask questions because i'm curious.
i'd like to hear more about your trip.
are these questions bothering you?
i'm just asking. you don't have to answer.
i need to find out what's happening.
i'm not just going to sit here and let bad things happen.
but that's not true, is it?
you're lying to me.
i know the truth.
were you trying to cover your ass with that lie?
i'm always asking questions. it's what i do.
i'm a naturally curious person.
oh, i was just wondering.
does it bother you that i ask so many questions?
Open to: males and females (+25)
Rules || Banned
Huxley is a finance bro (wolf of wallstreet kinda vibes) and a professional fuckboy.
The blonde looked at the other and smirked flirtatiously. "Look, if you want to have sex, all you have to do is ask and preferably ask nicely" he hummed softly, right before downing his drink.
"I don't really ask nicely," She drawls, pausing only to sip her drink. Petra's dark eyes never leave his as she continues, "for anything. At this point, if I did, I think I might burst into flames or something."
MUSE : atlas choi, professor OPEN TO : f CONTEXT : muse is out and drunk somewhere but can't stop thinking about your muse. can be a best friend, ex, enemy, uni student of his???
he's been outside for too long, the frigid night submerging him into an even worse state than before. sat on the curb, eyes stare down at the opened, empty message, his fingers hovering over the keyboard knowing it was a bad idea. then again, the fact that he's in this state already suggests he's had a string of bad ideas all night — entirely unlike him. so he begins typing while the urge continues to burn.
atlas: full disclosure im drunk atlas: and ill probably regret this in the mrngin atlas: i think about kissing yuu all the time
Since the New Year, the young author had been attempting to turn over a new leaf. Instead of going to sleazy dive bars and drinking cheap beer and a combination of whisky that could paint and cola until inspiration struck her, Petra was working through a deceptively complex cocktail book she'd plucked from a Barnes and Noble. She almost misses the buzz of her phone while mashing blackberries. Almost.
petra: did you really need the liquid courage to text me? petra: i'm never letting you live this down.
He kept walking, eyeing the different shelves until he finally found the one he was looking for, almost at the end of the outer hallway and very far from the librarian's desk. Carter moved towards it, finally coming to a halt.
"Well, since I'm only starting med school I can't do much of substance. But I can aid the nurses carrying medicine or helping bath patients and that kinda stuff," he explained calmly, turning to her to study her a moment. Hey, he was at least happy that she was indulging his desire for conversation.
"... What do they say about bass players?" he asked, completely oblivious as to what she might've been hinting. It's not like he did music for a living... or socialized much either. Maybe there was a meme he was missing? "... wait, we're not still talking about my dick, are we?"
They've strayed far beyond the side of the library she occasionally occupied. Petra really only left fiction for research purposes. It wasn't often pleasure landed her over here. But what had started as a joking, teasing request had her actually engaging in a substantive conversation with him. She knew things about him besides the legendary size of his dick. He'd already drawn her attention further then most of her flings had.
She fights to keep her usual deadpan, even if the corner of her mouth tugs to give herself away. "Yeah, I'm still talking about your dick."
“No time to explain." Phineas sounds hurried, trying to tug her in a direction away from the action. "Your name is Petra, right? Sorry to say, that is not your editor.”
As if waiting for that exact cue, the demon breaks free from Parker's freeze and lunges at him. Parker dives out of the way at the last second. “Again! Too damn close for comfort!" The face of the girl's editor morphs into something straight out of a nightmare and unleashes a feral snarl. Parker tries to freeze it again, but it breaks free of the hold even faster this time and summons a fireball into it's palm. "Pierce!!”
“Shit.” Pierce shoots out his hand, telekinetically sending a plank of 2 x 4 wood through it's chest, effectively impaling it. The demon looks down, stumbles for a second, but then starts to pull the lumber right out of its chest.
Suddenly, there's a whole lot to process. Objects are flying tethered to the will of one of them, fireballs spawning in and out of existence and her editor being impaled. His face had changed into a nightmarish contortion, and he was staggering around with a plank through his chest. "To be honest, this doesn't seem that different from how Elliot normally is."
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now? ❜ ❛ i'm always here for you if you need me. ❜ ❛ well, that's what friends are for. ❜ ❛ remember, i'm always just one call away. ❜ ❛ how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself. ❜ ❛ you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot. ❜ ❛ do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company. ❜ ❛ you always know how to cheer me up. ❜ ❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜ ❛ i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake? ❜ ❛ remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again. ❜ ❛ please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me. ❜ ❛ here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you. ❜ ❛ do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids? ❜ ❛ i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me. ❜ ❛ i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen. ❜ ❛ you're the best friend one could ever ask for. ❜ ❛ hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend. ❜ ❛ you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you. ❜ ❛ want to grab a coffee and catch up? ❜ ❛ we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend. ❜ ❛ i can stay and help you finish this if you want. ❜ ❛ you've got this. i believe in you! ❜ ❛ how about we plan a game night this weekend? ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years? ❜ ❛ no matter what happens, you'll always have me. ❜ ❛ you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are. ❜ ❛ consider it ... a little friendly competition. ❜ ❛ thank you, you always know how to make me laugh. ❜ ❛ i can't believe how far we've come together. ❜ ❛ just stay put, i'll be over in a minute. ❜ ❛ i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to. ❜ ❛ how about a road trip? just like old times ... ❜ ❛ i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years. ❜ ❛ i don't know what i'd do without you. ❜ ❛ you can tell me if something is bothering you. ❜ ❛ race you to the end of the street! ❜ ❛ bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro. ❜ ❛ i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week. ❜ ❛ you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks. ❜
We love shipping in this house. 😍 Reblog if it's okay for partners to ask for a pre-established ship with your muse(s)!
Doesn't mean you have to accept, but you're totally down to discuss it!
SCREAM (1996) | SCREAM (2022)
JENNA ORTEGA as TARA CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟
open: to all. muses: parker + phineas + pierce. scene: your muse(s) are suddenly being attacked by a demon and have to be defended by the charmed ones.
As soon as they run into the back alleyway Parker swings out his hand, the demon stops moving mid-attack as if stuck in time. "Well, that was too close for comfort." Parker says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.
Phineas keeps running towards the demon's victim, quickly putting comforting hands on their shoulders. "Hey, are you okay?"
The demon immediately starts twitching behind Phineas, trying to fight through its forced stasis. "Phineas, get the innocent out of here!" Pierce barks at his younger brother, eyes on the demon.
"Wha-What's going on?" The young novelist stammered out. One minute, she was meeting with her editor to go over his notes on her new horror novel; the next, her editor was frozen, and the three were in front of her. She blinks, eyes focusing on the handsome man with his hands on her shoulders, "That's-That's just my editor-innocent? What's going on? Did I mix up my edibles and my Flinstones gummy vitamins again?"
open to: all muse: taeyang, thirty-five, travel writer.
❝ y'know, if i had known that you'd be this annoying to deal with, i wouldn't have suggested that you take this trip with me. kind of regretting it now, actually. ❞
"Oh ouch, Tae, at this rate, you're really going to crush my fragile self-esteem."
open to: anyone . plot: phoenix is a spirit medium that your muse has come to see . can turn horror themed like they contact a bad spirit, or it can be angsty and emotional that your muse gets closure on something .
he had just started to put away his candles after one last look at his watch when the doorbell rang . quickly, he places the candles back on their holders before he steps through his parlor to answer the door . a small but friendly smile appears on his face once he opens the door and greets the stranger .
"you're here for the seance, yes ?" he pushes the door open further and gestures them inside. "come in, come in . you'll catch your death out there in that rain if you wait any longer ."
after closing the door behind them and offering to take their coat, he purses his lips together . "i'm afraid it's just us for the evening . the group that was supposed to join you canceled last minute ." he explains as he places their coat on the rack by the door . "i didn't think you were coming either, so give me a few minutes to set up ."
There's something about him, something that the young author finds deeply soothing. She had felt it over the phone. It was a bit funny, contacting mediums in search of inspiration for her new novel. She wasn't sure if she believed in the whole gambit, but she believed he believed in it and that was enough.
As she steps inside, she flashes the man a friendly smile. She smooths out her hair as her eyes sweep around the room, immediately inspiration springing to life behind her brown eyes. "How long have you been performing seances?" she wonders, watching him. "And is it any kind of omen that our group fell off?"