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if you’re interested ----- margarethe is now @calignus
i look inside myself and see my heart is B L A C K…
—– lowkey dying to make an abigail hobbs. ;v;
I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT
I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them.
‘ Is that fear that I smell on your skin, darling? ’ Margarethe purrs. Her voice is soft, quiet, and the subtle tone completely clashes with her sinister demeanor. Malice pools in the air around her and it sticks to the skin like clover honey. It’s hot. Stuffy. Her simple presence makes it hard to breathe for everyone, but she breathes fine. She stands there, silent and still, seemingly vibrant in the pale moonlight. A step forward offers her the advantage she wants and she smiles as a graceful finger reaches to trail softly, threateningly, across the other’s cheek. The gesture is one a person might bestow upon their lover, but Margarethe loves no one and this is not an act of fondness. She’s the jaguar about to pounce, the cat toying with the mouse, the predator who finally caught her prey after stalking for days. In this moment, she relishes the feeling of being superior.
The slight twitch of her lips makes it seem as if she can taste the raw emotion flowing off of her companion. An intake of breath serves as a way to inhale the overwhelming, exciting scent of panic. A tilt of her head, eyelids flutter halfway closed, another deep breath. She’d like to think she can hear their heartbeat in her ears, but she knows it isn’t true and simply settles, knowing it’s only a matter of time before she holds that same beating heart in her bare hands.
‘ Have you ever wondered what it might feel like to peel the skin off of your body and taste it on your lips? I have, and I imagine you’d taste delightful! ’
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
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