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➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?
a mildly odd question given the person im writing for but hm. i guess that it pushes me away from writing how i normally do and it makes me really think and dig on his motives and whatnot. eddie’s. a weird character because while he is losing his grasp on reality he’s still lucid enough to make his own decisions and it’s a challenge to write this sort of thing. so i really like that aspect of it.
✩ Interview with a Mun ✩
➊ How many ships do you have on this blog?
➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?
➌ Which of your ships on this blog is the fluffiest?
➍ Would you say you’re a decent roleplayer or do you have any self doubts?
➎ Have you made lots of friends on this blog?
➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?
➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?
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➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?
➓ What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse’s interaction with another muse?
❂ Wild card! (Ask a question of your own!)
Hello, hello! Secretive meme!day anon here wondering which Outlast game, in your opinion, was better in terms of story and delivery? The original or the DLC? Which gameplay frustrated you more?
oh man um. firstly, thank you for sending me such a thoughtful ask! o: i rly enjoy it when people ask me stuff like this [ i just really like sitting down and discussing video games orz..]
secondly, in terms of delivery and mechanics, they’re both fairly equal? red barrels did a good job in keeping them close together in that regard [ though thats where it fell kinda flat for me? i know DLCs are supposed to be like the main game but literally.. Whistleblower felt like I was just replaying the main storyline. the two are indistinguishable, all thats different are names. There are constant parallels between them [ like for example, Trager and Eddie ] so it’s kinda. noncommittal hand gesture ] but I will say that Whistleblower gave us more.. scary characters?
not to mention, the whole actually being admitted and seeing what the variants went through kinda. set me on edge vs miles breaking into MM and seeing what happened. it sets a different tone, and Whistleblower kinda. set a more desperate, sharper one than Outlast did.
Chris and Trager don’t. FEEL like they should be scary to me, y’know? like what they can do to you is definitely scary, don’t get me wrong, but you don’t really interact with Chris until he gets close to you. and even then, thats easily avoidable. and Tragers just too goofy for me to take seriously. Frank and Eddie [ well. Eddie when he first came on my radar was terrifying. now, not so much obvs. ] kinda actually. are really threatening characters. Frank, I think is supposed to be Chris’ parallel for how long he chases you? but i’m not 100% sure. but like, you can kinda tell where Chris is. you hear his chains and you can just go the opposite direction. You can’t hear where Frank is until he’s right up on you, which makes for a better scare.
Eddie’s entire thing was just for shock and gore factor, his gameplay wasn’t that challenging imo.
as for actual gameplay.. I. actually have an incredibly hard time playing games like thisi get very anxious very easily and despite my need to play them, i get the shakes really bad so its challenging for me to try and play it as is. and outlast relies heavily on reaction times and being quick enough to just barely escape someone, so you can imagine how many times ive died because of having shaky hands and not being able to move as efficiently as i need to. but for the first time playthrough, i’d say they’re about equal in how frustrating it is to get through it! but thats just mei know most people can usually get through games like these no problem
i hope this was a decent answer, super secretive memeday anon! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
“P-please… I want to go home!”
“Now, darling, don’t be coy! This is your home now, this is where you belong. Here, with me.”
Stalking: Sentence Starters!
“Come out, come out, where ever you are…”
“Do you think you can hide from me?”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
{Text}: You enjoy that shower? You should drop the towel.
{Text}: I know you’re home alone.
“Why don’t you let me inside? I just want to talk.”
“It’s too late for you to be out by yourself.”
{Text}: Good morning. I enjoyed last night, you’re really cute when you sleep.
“Why did you lock the door? Let me in!”
“Ssh, it’s okay! We’re all alone now, no one will bother us out here.”
“You can’t get away from me!”
“I love you…don’t you love me?”
“We were meant to be together, you can’t change that.”
“Please, leave me alone!”
“I don’t know who you are!”
“Wh—where have you brought me?”
“Get away! Don’t touch me!”
“I don’t belong to you!”
“Please…I want to go home!”
But a flower is only as sweet as the soil that nourishes it. And yours needs nourishing, and pruning, and care. ♥
this lovely creature ; izaya
As beautiful as the rest of Koi appeared to be, like any other large city with a wide quainity of people occupying it, you only had to look a little closer to find the dark underbelly. Drug dealers, thugs, underground doctors, crime bosses– You name it, he knew where to find it. They tended to lurk just out of the light of day, hiding themselves in the dark shadows that enveloped doorways and the space between buildings.
That might be why he liked taking the back-alleys so much, really. It suited him, in a way. As much as he tended to paint the picture that he was not in fact the villain of any story, he could not completely argue against the fact that he wasn’t a good person. After all, the only thing he was interested in were humans– Or more specifically, just how wide their span of emotions went, their predictability in common situations, and the faces they made when they came face-to-face with despair.
Yes, Orihara Izaya wasn’t a villain, yet nor was he even close to being a hero– That’s why using alleys to get around suited him just fine.
The alleyways that wound in and around Koi were honestly convenient, in his opinion. The way they connected and branched off ended up being a lot faster to travel than the busy, crowded streets. It should be noted that while he enjoyed walking through crowds of people, invisible and unnoticed– Taking the alleys had just ended up being easier for him, and not only on time.
Uta’s studio was hidden away in some nondescript part of the city’s back-roads, the crowd that frequented the front of the store was sparse for the most part but it still made Izaya a bit weird to possibly be seen coming and going as much as he did– But luckily it was easy enough to convince the other to keep his backdoor unlocked, seeing as the man really wasn’t someone that could be robbed easily, and certainly not someone easy to kill.
Trust him, he had tried. All it resulted in was several bent knives and a bit of cursing from Izaya, and a smirk or two from the Ghoul before he grew bored of Izaya’s efforts and either kicked him out for the night or preoccupied his attentions in different ways– Which was what had happened that very night.
Izaya never stayed the night at Uta’s– A rule of his, when it came to the sort of interactions or dealings that he and Uta shared– And instead would slip out the backdoor in the dead of night and make his way home through the twisting maze of alleyways, his hood up over his head and hands buried deep into his pockets, the fingers of his one hand gripped loosely around the comforting metal casing of his knife– A precaution, I assure you.
Now while I say that it’s a precaution, he never really felt the need to use it. Those who frequented these alleys generally kept to themselves, and he would even spare a few koins or more to the homeless that kept shelter in the shadows– Though tonight, the alleys were strangely empty.
It wasn’t until a large, bulky shadow stepped into his path that Izaya realized why that might be, the man was of impressive height; Taller than Shizuo by far, which was honestly intimidating– Though Izaya wasn’t the sort to let something like that get to him.
After all, he might be small, but he was quick. It was much handier to someone like him– A coward like him.
He tensed in surprise, stopping in his tracks immediately–Eyes gaze hardening in such a way that he was giving the man a look of cold suspicion, though he doubted that it could be seen in the dark. The man spoke, and his hands raised in such a way to suggest that he wanted to ease any fear that Izaya might feel– But that’s where normal people and Izaya differed.
He didn’t freeze when he felt fear, instead it thrilled him. It always had, which might be obvious with how the raven tended to live his every day life back in Tokyo– And here he was in a new city, knee-deep in the criminal underground of Koi and yet… Still managing to hover above it. Not to mention that he was actively sleeping with a cannibal with supernatural powers.
Somewhat unconventional, but that’s how he was.
Even so, there was something very wrong with how this man was addressing him– As if he knew Izaya, as if they had a previous relationship of some sort. Was he merely delusional? Perhaps. Did that make him dangerous? Yes. Did that bother Izaya? Only somewhat.
Now how did he want to play this?
He took a deep, quiet breath to settle his nerves– Then smiled, his body visibly relaxing. He let out a soft hum, leaning towards the stranger in a way that suggested that he was nothing more than happy to see the other as he pulled his hood down away from his face– His knife slipping down his sleeve as he moved closer, fingers brushing the man’s sleeve almost affectionately.
Like this, maybe?
“Oh, is that so? Thanks so much for meeting up with me, you’re so kind~”
“It’s quite scary out here by myself at this hour, I hope I’m not troubling you at all.”
the thankfully dark alley hid the grotesque display of scars on his face and further masked the gaping sores and healing wounds on his face. it also helped hide the intense gaze coming from the variant, broad shoulders set stiffly as he waited for izaya to figure out what she was going to do. as the moment stretched out lazily before him, eddie’s hands slowly fell down and a finger twitched as irritation bit at the corners of his mind.
no. he could be patient. he could wait out her nerves. the sweetest flower often took the longest to bloom.
he was a predator; something sleek that had a dangerous sway to its walk. as soon as he had claimed a hole in the wall not too far from where they were standing now, they began to scurry and refused to go the path that led to the grooms lair. whoever wasn’t smart enough to stay away would be swept up and devoured as soon as he found them while prowling around and surveying what is his.
it would be a thing of beauty, how efficiently this machine ran, if it wasn’t so terrifying.
a low hum escaped him as he exhaled, his hand coming up to gently take izaya’s. luckily for her, the layers of filth and grime from his previous life had been scrubbed away. all that remained were the calloused fingertips and scars that made his fingers numb and fumble with the delicate needles. said fingers gently curled around hers and he moved to subtly usher her into the right direction.
“it is a mans duty to make sure his wife is protected, my love, it isn’t any trouble at all i can assure you.” his voice was low and rich with honeyed tones as he began to lead izaya down the alley, hand still wrapped tightly around hers. such a bold display of affection, but she needed to have the confirmation that he was there and wasn’t going away.
“i couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”
how ironic. however foreboding his smothering sense of affection was, he genuinely meant every word. he saw the world through a rose coloured lens. or it might possibly be the subconjunctival hemorrhages. regardless the reason, without even knowing her name, he loved every inch and fiber of izaya’s being. the lovely side effect of the morphogenic engine ; his drug drowned brain struggling to comprehend what was reality and what was a fantasy, monochromatic flashes whispering sweet things to his pain addled mind while he struggled to stay in the real world. it was a noxious thing to endure, but he loved every minute of it. eventually, however, such infatuation would be shattered in some way or another and she would become just another body to him, a useless husk of a whore that only existed to tug at his heartstrings.
but for now, he would bask in his lovesick ways and bring her home. he would stay in the rising waters of his sickness and enjoy the thought of fulfilling his personal american dream with izaya by his side.
waylon who?
as they got further into the alley, eddie’s grip on her changed ; he slowly let their fingers untwine and he let rough fingertips slide up over the sleeve of her jacket and loosely grip around her forearm. how small, she was, in comparison to him. how fragile. he kept his hold on her loose, but just enough for him to be able to quickly grab her should she attempt to make a run for it. he used his freehand to pull something out of the pocket of his waistcoat, a handkerchief square that he unfolded with a quick but somewhat quiet flip.
without much warning, he brought it up to her face and held it tightly over her nose and mouth. a pungent, sweet smell would assault her senses, the distinctive smell of ether soaking the rag. he kept his hold tight on her until she gave into the drug and became limp in his hold.
the lovely yet unpleasant thing about ether is, unfortunately, she will be awake for whats about to take place. not completely lucid, but still awake. it will cause a disconnect between her body and her mind, thus allowing eddie to do what he needs to but without causing her any kind of pain. a beautiful thing, should you ask him. he wrapped a strong arm around her ribs and bent to have his other just under her knees, picking her up bridal style.
the imagery made him smile and he couldn’t help but press a tender kiss to izaya’s forehead.
“i know its uncomfortable, darling, but try to endure. you’ll see that this is all for the best. “ he said, his tone still thick with affection. “you’ll thank me for it afterwards. you’ll be so lovely, finally fit to be a mother. just like you’ve always wanted.”
he cradled her small frame carefully as he made his way towards the aforementioned home. he seemed to walk faster, his chest now filled with purpose and love, blue eyes becoming clouded with unidentified emotions. anticipation. lust? something dark. something hungry. as he reached the unmarked door he balanced izaya carefully on a shoulder as he fumbled with the doorknob. once inside, he began to speak again as he made his way across the dimly lit room. there were tables scattered and several dress forms surrounding them. the sharp scent of iron lingered underneath the layer of age and dust.
“it’s messy now, but, we’ll be able to fix it up. make it suitable for our children. you’ll be what makes it inhabitable, my love. your warmth, your presence. no longer a house but a home.. “ his eyes closed momentarily and for the first time he looked down at her, crystal clear blue standing out against the mottled red and near-black of his sclera. “and it will be beautiful.
“but first i need to help you, darling. “
this lovely creature ; izaya
despite having his beloved around to keep the reigns tight, eddie still found himself wandering. it’s not as if those whores meant anything to him, but a man has needs. his betrothed could only satisfy him so much in regards to said needs either by her instance or eddies. after all, he couldn’t go off and marry some trollop, now could he? no. she had to stay pure, for the sake of their family. anything less would surely come back to haunt them.
so he found himself wandering every now and then; lurking in alleys long after the sun had set and the city began to quiet down and settle into its meager night life. sometimes he would find someone to bring home, but it would be a rare occurrence. as care free as this town seemed, not too many people seemed willing to take the chance of potentially running into a predator.
however, tonight, luck seemed to be on his side; he was ready to turn away and head home when he heard the footfalls of someone else coming up the alley he was in. they weren’t far and eddie slowly crept out from the nook he had wedged himself in.
“darling, “ he crooned out to the figure in front of him as he held his hands out in a show of non aggression. “it’s dangerous to be walking out this late alone. i would be absolutely devastated if anything were to happen to you. here, let me walk you home before some disgusting little rat decides to come sniffing around..”
My Magdalena ; Waylon
byegluskin:
Waylon had hoped he would atleast get somewhat far, blend into the crowd and then make a dash for somewhere to hide or hell go to the police, they were a thing here, right? He continued to weave inbetween people and when he saw a nearing crowd he was so grateful, excited, maybe for once luck was on his side–
Once he was within reach, he lashed out and grabbed Waylon’s wrist tight enough to promise bruises later. With more force than necessary he yanked her close enough to be able to hiss in her ear.
He tensed, a visible shudder going up his spine and not a pleasant one at that. He winced at the tug on his wrist, great, bruises and from a guy he didn’t even like. He bit his inner cheek and listened to the venomous words that slipped past ghost pale lips into his tanned ear, he had no choice but too.
He gave people pleading eyes but they all turned their heads, though he was pissed someone couldn’t read into this a little more and think ‘Hey, call the cops!’ but then again he couldn’t exactly blame them, Eddie was a big guy, compared to Waylon he was taller, bulkier and just– ugh. Okay, as much as he wanted to be terrified, if the latter really wanted to make a good impression on him he could’ve atleast showered.
And there were the passive aggressive thoughts, only the older gentleman(ha, gentleman, how funny) brought this side out of him, but he couldn’t make smart comments, he always survived because of his careful thinking and planning and when it dawned on him what he might have to do he thought for a moment and sighed.
‘Suck it up Park.’ He said to himself, then put on his most charming smile and shyly put his other hand to Eddie’s cheek, “Eddie,” He spoke, his voice wavering but that could easily be mistaken for nerves, he hoped the other would mistake it anyways.
“You know how a lady gets when she’s nervous,” He cleared his throat and tried to straighten up in his hold, this was disgusting, disgusting, disgusting– but he needed to survive. He tried to seem as affectionate and lost as he could to fool the other, he knew Gluskin was smart, smarter then those other’s in the place but he knew that he was smarter then him. And though it was wrong, he would use his own words– delusions against him, he would play this like chess, hopefully however, he won’t be check mate.
the rage slowly subsided as she began to speak, the monstrosity that was more animal than man considering her tone and what she was about to say. it was true that eddie was smarter than any of the other inmates, but not smart enough to see his own delusions were about to be used against him. his lips drew into a tight, thin line and blue eyes momentarily glanced at the hand on his face.
there was a long, tense moment as the variant considered waylon’s words and the gears slowly turned in his head. in that moment, he still remained tense and the hand stayed tight around waylon’s wrist. but just as quickly as it came, his rage dissipated and a pleased noise rumbled through his broad chest as he pulled his bride-to-be closer to him, away from the few other people around them.
“oh, my love, you have nothing to be nervous about. i wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you...” he practically purred into waylon’s ear as the hand not holding her wrist came up to gently curl around her neck in a mimicry of something tender. “but we’ve been through this countless times now, you know exactly what to expect..”
the grip around her wrist loosened but he didn’t let go completely, dirty, blood caked fingers slowly sliding up her arm and nestling itself in the crook of waylon’s elbow. not as forceful, but still a reminder that waylon park isn’t going anywhere. another low noise rolls throughout his dense frame and he brushes his lips against waylon’s temple, taking in her scent before finally leaning back and looking at her.
“it’s been a very tiring day, darling, and your nerves must be shot. understandably so, we are in a new place and i can understand how it must be frightening to be in such wilds without someone to look over you,” eddie spoke softly to his beloved now, as if she was made of glass and as if he wasn’t just being vulgar towards her. the fingers around her forearm tightened before he slid his arm to link with hers.
“but everythings just fine now, my love. i promise i won’t leave your side and i won’t let anything hurt you.”
you ever just completely lose all will to write because life is hard and work keeps you busy. yeah happened to me. i’ll get starters out if people still want them within the next few days.
My Magdalena ; Waylon
byegluskin:
And truth be told Waylon wasn’t expecting this, infact he wasn’t expecting anything to happen once he left that damned place. The only things that he wanted was justice, justification for what that place put him through and alot of other people, whether they deserved it or not– which wasnt. Noone deserved to be put through anything like that, it was disgusting really and quite frankly nothing he would be put through could compare to this. Infact nothing could ever compare to his experience in MM and the many things he saw and experienced and god he hoped that nothing would ever happen again that he ended up in a situation similar to that.
Then he was invited to come to this island, sort’ve like a get away and when he read about it he almost laughed, so they pair you up with someone? Ofcourse it wasn’t required but hey what’s the worse that could happen. Besides, him and Lisa were no longer together, it wouldn’t hurt to get himself out there, when he applied and submitted his forms he packed his stuff and got ready to leave.
A nice change, they said.
He arrived no less then a few days later, he was actually pretty excited about being here it seemed relaxing, adorable even. Though he felt his chest hurt for some reason, he wasn’t sure why but there was a weird… longing? Maybe he was just feeling lonely, ah well, hopefully whoever hes to be fated with will show up soon and maybe they could get along? Honestly this felt like speed dating.
He sat on a wire chair by a table at a cafe, he figured he’d just loft around for a little till he gets any notifi–
PING! PING! PING! ♥
“What..?” He looked at his phone to read the notification and felt his stomach churn suddenly, his chest had been aching more and more as he sat there so casually in the open and now his hands were shaking as he read the text, he stared at the words with unbelief in his eyes, he was hoping this was a really fucked up sick kinda joke, he left this behind, that place he watched him die he made a joke about it. This was all unreal, he was about to go–
“Darling, you shouldn’t run off like that.. What if something were to happen to you and I wasn’t there to protect you?”
He stared at his phone screen for a long time then slowly looked up at the latter, he calmly locked his phone and put it in his pocket. He stood up, then leaned over the table and outstretched his hand to gently cup the other’s cheek, it was him. With that sudden revelation he quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, shaking his head not even bothering to speak to him, as always he never bothered to speak to him or anyone for that matter he was always a silent kinda guy compared to anyone else he knew.
He offered a fake smile before turning on his heel and started to sprint, just like the old days huh Gluskin? Your wife is making a break for it, you may want to catch “her” before “she” gets too far.
The Groom waited patiently for reality to sink in with his beloved. This was something to adjust to after all, their last meeting having been.. rather traumatizing on the poor dear. What with that ungrateful slut having flipped the script and impaling him on his own trap. But she was here now and he was willing to forgive her.
A pleased hum rumbled through Eddie’s chest as he felt her hand on his face. But his happiness was short lived as suddenly the warmth against his face disappeared and she began to put distance between them. A saccharine comment to sooth her nerves died on his tongue as he noticed her turning to run.
A switch flipped and suddenly the smothering sense of love and adoration was gone and now all that he felt was cold hate.
He quickly got up from the small wire chair and chased after her, body stiff to not draw much attention to them. Once he was within reach, he lashed out and grabbed Waylon’s wrist tight enough to promise bruises later. With more force than necessary he yanked her close enough to be able to hiss in her ear.
“Are you that much of a shameless cunt that you’d make a scene in public? Do you ant people to know how much you don’t care for your husband? Is that what this is? Something to mak me look awful? After all I’ve done for you?!” His hold on her wrist remained tight despite the one or two people beginning to slow down and see if there was going to be a problem. Blue eyes tore away from Waylon to glare at the nosey NPCs but he then turned his attention back to her.
“My love.. Even they know that we are meant to be. Why else would they lead you directly to me? The time for cold feet is well past over and I’m getting tired of your games.”
My Magdalena ; Waylon
All he remembers is the sudden lance of pain, the terrified look in her eyes, and his world going black. But apparently that was just all a dream for when Eddie woke up, he was greeted by the soft off-white of.. his.. apartment? His pain addled brain throbbed as he tried to connect the two and make it work but nothing was making sense.
He was trying to think; none of this added up, by all accounts he should be either dead or back in Mount Massive.
A tinny jingle cut through his confusion and he looked for the source only to find it was a cellphone lying on the nightstand table. Cautiously he picked up the device and scrolled through the welcoming message. That explained the where but not the why. Though when he saw the note at the bottom suddenly it all became irrelevant.
Waylon Park is here waiting for you!
Something warm bloomed in his chest. So his beloved was here, was she? The thought of his death and the asylum became something in the distance as he left the apartment to find her. Where she was exactly, he wasn’t entirely sure, but it was almost like he could sense her presence. He wandered around the area in search for her, brusquely moving past those wandering and milling about on the sidewalks. As he came upon the cafe he scanned the crowd and the warm feeling in his chest was fit to burst as he saw the familiar mess of curls.
He’d know her anywhere.
His heart ached as he realized she was sitting alone and thought to rectify it. Wordlessly he moved to the small table she was sitting at and sat in the wire chair in front of her, expression relaxing as a broad smile stretched across his battered face.
“Darling, you shouldn’t run off like that.. What if something were to happen to you and I wasn’t there to protect you?”
facinums said: OH MY GOSH IM NOT SURE IF THATS YOUR FC BUT IS THAT AN ORPHAN BLACK ICON I SEE THERE
whoops it is ;v; im using Ari Millen as his faceclaim but I think all the icons i have of him are from orphan black--
hey so if you’re in citta and still following this blog, could you do me a favor and unfollow? i’m going to repurpose it for a different group, thanks for understanding (*´・ｖ・)
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