This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. OLD RP BLOG-- WIP -- ARTEMIS. 25+. DISCORD 1X1.
artemis - 25+ - selective 1x1 account - generally only on discord due to my busy life.
looking for new writing partners, must be 25+ and write over 21+ characters. old account can be found here with more information, but it likely needs updating. I don't branch out for new writing partners often, but I thought it might be time to see if anyone else was keen to do something.
I generally don't use icons/gifs on discord, and I'm not bothered by formatting however I do use tupperbox, it's not a requirement but I find it makes things easier. Prefer a mix of paragraph and text threads and even like doing the odd social media post etc for storylines where it is appropriate.
I'm open to plotlines, prefer fandomless but also don't mind things influenced by certain fandoms if I'm comfortable with my knowledge around said fandom etc. open to dark themes, but also have some strict limits that I won't cross, as we all do. Open to chatting to see if we mesh! feel free to like this and I will reach out!
“Oh— shit, sorry.” Eddie immediately regretted his rudeness, he had meant to come across as disinterested in companionship but he hadn’t meant to sound so rude. He looked across at the woman and didn’t recognize her, it reminded him of how he had once been new to Ravenswood and how unsure of things he had been. He smiled sympathetically and gestured to where she had seated herself. “It’s been a long day, of course you can sit there.”
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“it’s fine— I just... I don’t know shit yet.” she said, settling into the chair now that she could. it was easier with the other man now shifting his demeanour. “do you mind if I ask what it is you do here?” she had so many other questions, but asking him a thousand things in the first five minutes of actually meeting someone, wasn’t exactly something that people should do. it had just been so long since she’d spoken to someone that wasn’t her mother or her horse.
there had been a hesitation in response, which ultimately gave salem a sense of disappointment for the quickest of moments. but a beat later, and that familiar frame — along with beautiful cascading hair — had turned; revealing a more than friendly face. from the sense of shock, it took his vision a moment to finally settle; the woman formally known as the love of his life, just standing there. in the flesh. alive.
the world had paused in its rotation,
and time stopped in this very second.
it was her.
mouth had opened, as if he was mustering up something to say; but nothing came out. he was speechless. his dark brown eyes just stayed on her, trying to take it all in. but it was so overwhelming; so many emotions rushing to the surface, though the hazy-eyed tears of joy that wanted to emerge were held at bay.
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she watched him, a little unsure of what to do seeing as he was standing there staring at her like a stunned mullet. she wondered for a moment if it was actually him. maybe her mind had just been showing her things that she wanted to see, maybe he wasn’t actually there at all but just a mirage.
“Salem?” his name left her softly, ghost like on the breeze. “If it’s you— why aren’t you saying anything or doing anything?”
Eddie was not accustomed to the cold. He grew up in Austin, his days were almost always bathed in a glowing kind of warmth, though maybe he was already starting to romanticize his past. By the time he made it in from the storm, his face was flushed red and the feeling in his fingertips had disappeared along with his will to live. The storm was affecting everyone differently, he was spending most of his time calming down civilians and reminding them that freezing to death wasn’t a fun way to go out so they were better off staying indoors.
Now in the tavern after a couple long hours of helping keep everyone calm, Eddie was ready to relax for the first time that day. Collapsing down into his seat, Eddie wiped a cold hand over his snow-kissed face and exhaled. Before he could remove his hand, he felt someone slip into the table across from him and the tension quickly eased back into his body.
“This better be an emergency.” ( @harveststarters )
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she wasn’t really expecting anyone to be there, but she was surprised when she saw the amount of people congregating in the warmth of the tavern. maybe that was why people kept coming, to stay in front of an open fire. Waiting to collect some rations, she’d slipped in to keep warm, her eyes scanning for the only space close to the heat, sliding in across from another man.
“—this is the closest space left to the fire...” she started, blinked back at him. “is it not okay that I’m here? I don’t know the protocols yet....”
@wvrldsend
WHEN late evening
WHERE outside somewhere idk
weighing feet carried him through the made-streets of ravenswood; tired, and sort of out-of-it at this point. salem had finished up a long day at work ( as it always seemed to be now ), and couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment. all he wanted to do was rip off his boots, and crash onto the couch— or his bed, whichever seemed most fitting.
though, as he continued on his way, something had caught his eye. at first, it was a very cornered glance— almost causing him to do a double take. it was one of those movie-like moments, where the character had to stop dead in his tracks, rub his eyes, and stare again. because for what he thought he was seeing— no, there was no way—
that over the shoulder glance, soon became a full body turn around. “—daisy?” he muttered out in disbelief, just standing there; completely, and utterly still.
“—daze?”
—
it was strange to say the least, being here, her mom still in quarantine and her dad? who knew where he was. she didn’t think she’d make it, didn’t think she’d get out alive but she did. she was safe— so why didn’t she feel it? it was cold. something in the air that simply held malice and licked at the marrow of her bones. her father used to say the winds held warnings, ignoring them could be disastrous. daisy had been picking up some rations, staying in a small house at the end of the street until her mother got out of care and hopefully, her father arriving. hopefully. she hadn’t expected to hear her name and to be honest, the first mutter of it filtered past her as if it were the wind teasing her, but the pet name? that caused her to freeze. her eyes took a moment to adjust to his form. in all honesty, she never thought she’d see him again. “—please don’t be a figment of my imagination...”
( dakota johnson / 30 / she/her ) – (daisy wilson) has been spotted in ravenswood. they said to originally be from (toronto, canada) and used to work as (architect / structural engineer). They’ve been in the compound for (one week), working as (structural engineer) to earn their keep and since then, others have seen their (distrusting) but seemingly (resourceful) nature.
here is daisy!! a very rough draft!
TW: DEATH, ILLNESS.
daisy was born and raised on a farm in Montana, a classic start of a tale of a small town girl who was destined for something great, only most of her life she didn’t know what.
worked on her family farm but really enjoyed drawing and making things.
pretty smart all through school, managed to get an academic college scholarship and (finally) left Montana making the move to Canada.
she undertook her studies in architecture and structural engineering before graduating and then taking on a few jobs here and there to get herself started in her field.
there was a pull for her to go home, but daisy was settled, and the difference between toronto and montana were chalk and cheese, so she stayed, travelling back home for the holidays when she could.
she got a job working for a company in vancouver who had a jobsite in toronto, meaning she got to travel back and forward when she needed. it was a small company, family based and the owners were lovely. she got close with her boss and his family, however she always thought his somewhat famous skateboarding son was a bit much.
daisy stayed with the company as long as she could, the day coming round where her boss became ill and the son she didn’t exactly get along with took over the business. luckily for her, he kept her on and she kept her job.
daisy and salem slowly build a bit of a bond, even though he hated every proposal she had and made her work twice as hard, they slowly ended up together.
when word of the virus hit, and things started to escalate, daisy and salem decided to part, daisy flying back to Montana to be with her family. she was pretty safe with her family on their remote farm outside of Charlo, Montana. Her father knew what to do to keep them safe, but when the time came to get moving, they did so on horseback.
daisy and her parents had been moving west to washington, her father having seen signs and heard chatter over radio stations that they had a safe haven there, but the trek over the mountain ranges was difficult and the weather wild.
While they had set up home in huts they’d put together, they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. daisy realised her father wasn’t coming back from his hunting trip after her and her mother waited three days over his return. Daisy couldn’t allow her mother to just sit there and focus on the worst. she had to get her up and get moving again.
When October hit, Daisy knew they were close to ravenswood, old road signs still pointing the way. but the horses were tired, her mother also, and Daisy knew she had to keep pushing them.
by the time she reached the gates, she wasn’t sure if her mother would make it. they were both on the verge of hypothermia— thank god they were granted sanctuary.
now, she’s free of quarantine, deemed healthy enough to go and make a new life, her mother still under medical observation. Daisy knows that she’ll be of some use here, and she’s just trying to keep her and her mother alive.
@lnabsolutes for KASHA / in their apartment, late sunday night.
it was normal for them to be awake. sleep was for those who didn’t have to worry about keeping others alive— perhaps that was dramatic, lord knew that judah was at least somewhat comfortable in ravenswood, at least he had his peers. “hey— are you putting your hand up for the harvest this month?” he was used to going, hating being in one place for too long regardless of what lay out there. “because I think I wanna hit up that toy store in shoregrove, get my hands on some fun stuff.”
Halloween/Autumn Sentence Starters FROM @lnabsolutes
“Autumn is my favorite season.” - coop @ theo
it was a small piece of information, one that maybe she wouldn’t have gotten had the pair not gotten a little closer recently. getting the emergency supplies from the bunker under town hall was a little frustrating, seeing as she’d thought they’d gotten what they needed until she was asked to come back down with him so he could find exactly what was needed for the clinic. it was perk being alone with him, she just wasn’t a fan of the bunker.
it was stacked with boxes that had been left there since before the end, and some of the holiday decorations had been left out. the council thought that maybe a little holiday cheer would help moral around the compound, but a few plastic pumpkins and some tangled old skeletons didn’t really do the trick. “I used to like it a lot more— those grossly over priced lattes from starbucks, getting to dress up for halloween, scaring the shit out of your friends....” she stated, kicking a plastic skull softly with the toe of her boot while she waited for him to gather what he needed. “before it started getting colder and colder. I like winter, but I don’t like snow in october.”
Halloween/Autumn Sentence Starters
FROM @salemlawscn
“Million dollar question: Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?” for judah~
“there’s actually no comparison for me. one is a christmas movie, the other is clearly a halloween movie—” he paused, taking a sip from his grossly over priced beer (not that it mattered, the rations tickets went back into the SEAL’s possession at the end of the day ). “Hocus Pocus, a hundred percent. come to me at christmas and we’ll discuss holiday movies.” he never imagined he’d be having this conversation. but here he was, sitting in a run down old tavern, drinking pretty average home brew with someone he barely knew. “was this a test? did I pass?”
The compound was restless. Everyone in Ravenswood knew that the weather was changing, the wind growing fiercer and the nights growing colder, it was only a matter of time until a storm hit them. Most were trying to stockpile, doing their best to get an inventory of the resources they had available and begging the patrols to locate necessary items — and Nate wasn’t above begging.
“We’re running low on a lot of shit,” he grumbled to the person next to him, “Gauze and bandages we can make from old sheets and shit, but medicine…. even the small stuff like painkillers.” He heaved a sigh and shook his head, trying not to get caught up in the what if scenarios of their dystopian world. “Let’s just say we need a lot of help, especially with the storm coming… I’ve got a feeling it’s not gonna be easy for anyone.”
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“— alright.” was all he could say. he’d been on enough harvests to know that those kind of things were well and truly not an easy find. the last three drugstores around ravenswood had been raided well and truly the first time they even managed to get there, but they’d still managed to load their pockets with a few things. supplies were ever dwindling. “ I don’t know what we’ll be able to get our hands on next time we go out, but if we have to raid the emergency shelter supplies I guess we have to.”
“I’d be happier if fancy didn’t equal impossible to use,” she said with a playful grin, her eyes still on him. No matter how much she complained about the stove (which was honestly just an attempt at getting Judah to come over more often), she couldn’t deny that this was the best living situation she’d experienced since everything fell apart. She felt safe here and that was largely thanks to the man standing in front of her. “Which is exactly why I should learn how to defend myself. If not because of the creepy shit outside those walls, for the men with wandering hands at the club.” She looked around the apartment, shrugging in response. “It’s okay. Anything is better than what I used to have, which is nothing. I know a couple ways to keep myself warm.”
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“I think you’re just making excuses.” he mused, eyes lingering on her for a moment. maybe he knew that every knock on his door was just an excuse for her to see him. at first, he had chalked it down to her being connected to him because he found her out there, but maybe there was more. “then go to one of those group classes they run in the rec center. that’s what they’re there for.” he was mostly serious. if wolf got word that he was training someone then it could look a little as though he were favouring her, and he didn’t want any drama coming from the council about that. “oh? and what are those ways?”
Halloween/Autumn Sentence Starters
FROM @salemlawscn
“I’m in a baking mood. I hope you like cookies.” for theo~
“let me guess...” she broke off, looking up from her sketchbook (however tattered it was now) and across to the other. “oatmeal?” there was a lack of anything exciting these days, oats were easily milled. god, she’d kill for a chocolate chip cookie though. “if you could make any cookie, what would it be?”
“Yes, fancy. Fire comes out of it, it’s damn fancy,” she insisted, trying to keep a straight face and hide the playful smile threatening to peek through. Phoebe led him through her apartment although he probably knew its layout better than she did, leaning against the counter as he did his thing. She barely paid attention as he did his thing (even though she should), more focused on his face and how fucking handsome he was. In her defence, it had been awhile and her prospects were dwindling. “Sparring, huh? You’ll have to show me how it’s done one of these days. You would be embarrassed to see how useless I am when trouble comes knocking. I guess you kind of know, given the state I was in when you found me.” She grinned when he stood up straighter. “Thanks. Hopefully I won’t need your help again next time. Unlikely, though.”
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he simply laughed at her insistence. she’d blossomed over the time that they’d know each other, maybe only because she now felt a little safer in those walls— at least he hoped. “okay. it’s fancy then. Happy?” he asked with a smile. fixing things came naturally to him. everything was an equation that was easily solved if he knew the formula. that was no exception here. “I wouldn’t be surprised. I was the one that found you remember? you’re a small woman the size of a twig.” his words were teasing, allowing a little laughter to leave him as he looked over her, shrugging a little at her thanks. “yeah, you’ll likely break it again. how’s your heating going?”
I feel like I do one of these every year, but you know what? Always a good thing to revisit!
“Can you help me rake? I’ll let you jump in the leaf pile.”
“I don’t usually do anything for Halloween.”
“Let’s go for a walk. The trees are beautiful.”
“Halloween is my favorite holiday and I never have any plans.”
“I’ve got a collection of horror movies and pizza delivery on speed dial. Want to come over?”
“I’m having a bonfire. You should join me.”
“I love the smell of autumn.”
“There’s a huge haunted house opening up this weekend. Want to go?”
“A walk in the woods seems like a bad idea. Ever seen Blair Witch Project?”
“What kind of candy should we get?”
“I’m getting the chocolate for me, and the lollipops we can give to the kids.”
“Ooh! A pumpkin patch! We have to stop.”
“Do you want to check out that corn maze?”
“I hate haunted houses. Why would I pay for someone to scream at me?”
“Honestly, I’d rather see teens trick-or-treating than breaking windows and egging houses.”
“What’s the use of putting peanut butter on a pinecone?”
“I’m just passing out candy this year.”
“I’m making some cocoa. Do you want some?”
“Should we buy some patterns for our pumpkins or just wing it?”
“Autumn is my favorite season.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a candy apple.”
“This time of year is the best just for all the creepy shows on TV.”
“Million dollar question: Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?”
“Want to make an autumn wreath with me?”
“If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.”
“I’ve been waiting all year for sweater weather.”
“Is it too cliche to visit a cemetery on Halloween?”
“I wish I could put apple cider in a pick line and drink it forever.”
“What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid?”
“I got invited to a costume party. Do you want to come with me?”
“Bobbing for apples is gross. Everyone’s nasty faces have been in there.”
“Gourds are so ugly but also so cute. I want a thousand of them.”
“I’m thinking of hosting a Halloween party this year.”
“Trick-or-treating is for children. Let’s go cause some trouble.”
“That hay ride was a lot scarier than I thought it would be.”
“Painting pumpkins is cute, but it takes away all the fun of the guts.”
“I’m in a baking mood. I hope you like cookies.”
“I’m just not in the Halloween spirit yet.”
“I want to decorate the yard big time this year.”
“The scariest looking houses always give the best candy, it’s fact.”
“My parents never used to let me do anything fun on Halloween.”
“Want to hear a spooky story?”
“Here, I knitted you something!”
“Everyone is excited for Halloween, but I can’t wait to stuff my face on Thanksgiving.”
“I think our house is haunted.”
“A ouija board on Halloween: what could go wrong?”
