if i make a paul atreides single muse âŚ. w/ extra verses in SW and maybe a (pre) modern verse as a c.ult leader ?? ⌠what then âŚ
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coughs ... !! i'll be here for a bit @ruingod <333
if i make a paul atreides single muse âŚ. w/ extra verses in SW and maybe a (pre) modern verse as a c.ult leader ?? ⌠what then âŚ
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          [    ...    ]           đ  đđđđ  đđđđđ   :   he's  never  been  in  one'a  those  before,   and  here  he  thought  that  the  peak  he  would  ever  hit  in  his  life  is  getting  to  eat  olive  garden's  unlimited  pasta  bowl.   he  was  just  eating  out  the  trash  three  months  ago,   for  fuck's  sake   â   BURGER  KING  with  no  spit  on  it  is  gourmet.   "   dress  nice   ?   "   eyes  blown-wide  with  something  in  between  lust  and  childish  innocence,   the  cool  metal  against  his  skin  a  familiar  feeling   ...   but,   for  once,   it's  more  than  welcome,   especially  since  it's  raised  by  the  only  person  in  his  life  who  gives  wholly  to  him  and  never  takes.   "   ...   i  don't,   uh,   don't  got  a  'lotta  nice  shit,   though.   i  can  wash  my  radiohead  shirt   ...   ?   it's  vintage   "
a chuckle  :  â no  ⌠ a real place. fancy. â chauffeured, candlelit, with satin tablecloth and aged wine. the perks of connections  &&  an unlimited budget. and this would be a place where they could let their hair down          no guns, no deals, no rivals. a date. like normal people do. they know marcusâ bar is probably low          â olive garden â          but by fuckinâ god theyâre going to put their all into this one. luiza gives a last assessment of the knife and decides itâs good. blade reaches out, picking up his chin lightly  :  â iâll take you anywhere you want if you dress nice for me. â
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if i make a paul atreides single muse âŚ. w/ extra verses in SW and maybe a (pre) modern verse as a c.ult leader ?? ⌠what then âŚ
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          [    ...    ]           đđ  đđđđđđ  đđđ'đ,   but  what  marcus  also  lacks  severely  in,   besides  many  social  cues,   is  a  sense  of  self-preservation  that  will  stop  him  from  getting  his  head  mounted  on  a  spike.   he's  a  mortal,   nothing  compared  to  a  vampire,   and  yet   ...   his  eyes  roll,   hints  of  a  scoff  breaking  past  tightly-pressed  brims.   "   take  my  words  as  you  want  to.   just  'cause  it  made  you  mad,   doesn't  mean  it  was  my  intention,   "   he  shrugs,   bat  now  pointing  to  the  far,   seemingly  endless  darkened  distance  in  front  of  them.   "   'cause  i'm  the  only  person  who's  ever  gotten  'outta  here  alive,   "
selene's eyes flash blue at such a response, nostrils flaring. â are you threatening me? â few have been foolish enough to do that, and those that have didn't live long enough to tell the tale. still, the vampire doesn't move to approach him, eyes flicking between the bat in his hand â it wouldn't hurt her, not really â and the man's face. â still doesn't answer my question. why the hell would i trust you. â she's quite capable of finding her way to safety... eventually.
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          [    ...    ]           đđ  đđđđđđ  đđđđđđđđ  be  offended,   right   ?   he  went  all  the  way  there,   for  fuck's  sake   ...   even  told  luiza  that  he's  busy,   that  their  boy  has  a  job  to  do   â   and  actual,   paid  one   ...   with  ADULT  MONEY,   and  there  goes  this  fucker,   looking  at  him  like  he  can't  even  cut  a  cucumber  correctly   (   yes,   he  saw  that  kendall  jenner  video  and  laughed  for  twenty-minutes  straight   ).   "   yeah   ...   ?   d'you  see  anyone  else  here   ?    "   it  it  'cause  he  doesn't  look  like  a   '   marcus   '   or  'cause  he  doesn't  look  like  ryan  reynolds  in  a  shitty  latex  suit   ?   mercenaries  come  in  all  shapes  and  sizes   !!   "   ...   look,   are  you  'gonna  waste  my  fucking  time   ?   'cause  i  could  very  much  be  going  on  a  date  with  the  they  of  my  dreams  right  now,   "
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â youâre  ⌠ youâre the guy ??? â youâre not one to judge, miles. a cocked eyebrow, stupid green eyes that wander, the just-there look of disbelief. but, as lethal that his judgment is, his insatiable need to get rid of this thing is much deadlier. a monster, a creature, a being much bigger than himself. something so big that the voices heâs been harassed by have quieted down. theyâre scared. theyâre looking to him to help.
as he looks to this self-professed gun-for-hire, he knows he canât be so goddamn picky. thereâs not a lot of options here. nothing but a number scribbled on a post-it note, a chicken-scratched â MARCUS â up top          along with a horrible doodle of the frat house cat          and a fucking dream : â youâre the guy i talked to ??? the one whoâll kill anything or whatever ??? â
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thinking so ... so hard about a band verse ? vibes are pierce the veil / sleeping with sirens and ... so many messy threads about touring , the dangers of self medicating and being menaces to society <333
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life Might allow me to be alive again and do drafts <33 memes finally <33 g*d im not ur strongest soldier . mercy
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&. đĄđ¨đŤđŤđ¨đŤ đđĄđđŚđđ đŹđđ§đđđ§đđ đŹđđđŤđđđŤđŹ.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )Â
â itâs the silence that scares me. â
â iâm every nightmare you ever had. â
â i want to see your true face. â
â one way or another, youâre going to die tonight. â
â just because you donât see it, doesnât mean itâs not already here. â
â by the time anyone finds your body, they wonât be able to identify it. â
â youâre playing a dangerous game here, girl. â
â iâm playing the villain, just like you wanted. â
â i wonât give up on you, i know youâre worth it! â
â scream all you want. no one will hear you. â
â what are you going to do to me? â
â there you are, my darling! â
â i knew you would come back to me. â
â donât you want to be consumed by what loves you? â
â iâm going to send you back to hell where you came from! â
â you canât keep me here forever! â
â how are you still alive? i killed you! â
â sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. â
â please. why donât you just let me go? â
â this missing poster has your face on it. â
â that wasnât so bad, was it? â
â whatâs wrong, you donât trust me? â
â i know a lot about you. more than you think. â
â you want me to shut him up for you? â
â we could have been beautiful together. â
â when you think youâre alone, someone watches. â
â rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. â
â what you want is very wrong. â
â you look so pretty all tied up like this. â
â what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. â
â god isnât here. god doesnât even know about this place. â
â there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. â
â i am the devil, and i am here to do the devilâs work. â
â you know what they say, an eye for an eye. â
â why donât you scream for me? â
â are you⌠smelling me? â
â weâre going to die out here. â
â iâm not afraid of anything. not anymore. â
â we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. â
â no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. â
â we all go a little mad sometimes. â
â the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. â
â this was not how it was supposed to go! â
â this is the end of your little game. i win. â
â donât leave me! i canât be alone! â
â no one is coming for you. â
â you hide. and iâll try to find you. sound fun? â
â fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. â
â whatâs the matter, honey? youâve barely touched your dinner. â
â donât be afraid. dying is much easier than living. â
â i wonât let them kill you. i wonât let them even touch you. â
â letâs get you some clothes before i get too turned on. â
â you werenât putting that tongue to use anyway. â
â shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? â
â dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. â
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ă Ë ăáśĘłáľĘˇËĄáľáľÂ áľáľáľÂ áľĘ°áľÂ áľĘłáľáľáľÂ áľâżáľÂ áľË˘áľáľáľÂ   :   â  đ˘đđ'đđ  đ  đđđđ  đđđđđđ  đđđđ  đđđđ  đ  đđĄđđđđđđ  đ˘đđ  đđ  đđ,   â
          [    ...    ]           đđđđ  đđđđ  đđđđđđđ  ago,   they  were  completely  surrounded.   pigs   ...   circling  around  the  pairs  as  they  were  caught  somewhere  they  definitely  shouldn't  have  been.   red  handed,   darkened  hues  undoubtedly  bloodshot   :   all  signs  leading  towards  one,   and  fuck,   does  a  holding  cell  on  a  saturday  night  sound  like  absolute  SHIT   â   and  so  he  lies.   two  metaphorical  fingers  crossed  behind  his  back  as  he  spun  the  story  them  being  victims  rather  than  perpetrators.   of  a  couple  of  kids  who  just  happened  to  be  at  the  wrong  place,   at  even  worse  time.   he's  gotten  really  good  at  hiding  the  blood  stains  in  his  hands  lately.   "   y'think  so   ?   must've  been  all  the  practice,   "   he  winks  to  @vihrago,   shit-eating  grin  stretching.   "   told  you  i  got  a  few  surprises  up  my  sleeve,   "
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đđđ  đđđđ  not,   he  finds  himself  cursing  his  sheltered  life.   when  men  his  age  have  had  years  of  experience  under  their  belt,   there  he  hovers,   well,   now   ...   sits   â   saya  towering  over  him  like  a  goddess  he's  far  too  undeserving  of.   touches  deliberate  and  much  more  practiced  than  his  own,   clumsy  and  bundled  with  the  nerves  he's  been  keeping  since  that  very  night  on  the  institution  observatory.   the  night  she  saved  him,   and  changed  the  trajectory  of  his  life  into  one  beyond  all  his  wildest  dreams.   (   trust  when  he  says  that  he  couldn't  have  possibly  imagined  that  someone  like  saya  kuroki  would  be  remotely  attracted  to  someone  like  him   ).   "   y'don't  think  so   ?   really   ?   "   assurance  is  actively  seeked  when  he  searches  for  her  eyes  through  his  half-lidded  pair,   hips  meeting  her  own  as  a  broken  whine  leaves  his  throat.   desperate  and  weak  beneath  her   :   just  like  she's  always  had  him,   perfectly  under  her  thumb,   wrapped  around  her  wills  to  bend  and  break.   "   ...   teach  me.   please   ?   "   his  hands  rest  on  her  waist,   steady  but  unsure.   "   teach  me  what  you  like,   anythin'  just   ...   show  me  how  to  make  you  feel  like  how  you  make  me,   "   mold  me  to  your  perfect  image,   just  like  how  you've  done  to  yourself  to  me,   the  day  you  were  born.
      truth  be  told,  being  pinned  underneath  marcus  wasnât  something  that  saya  anticipated  would  happen  that  night.  sheâd  gone  see  him  with  every  intention  of  asking  him  to  talk  to  maria  about  god  knows  what  at  that  point.   â   that  moaning  iâve  been  doing?  take  that  as  your  sign  that  you  arenât  hurting  me.   â   saya  insisted,  tone  as  serious  as  it  could  be  with  how  turned  on  she  was.  sheâd  never  been  a  person  who  spared  anyoneâs  feelings,  but  as  marcus  opened  up  about  his  .  .  .  lack  of  experience,  saya  couldnât  help  the  way  she  seemed  to  soften.  taking  one  of  his  trembling  hands  into  her  own,  saya  simply  held  it  for  a  moment.   ��   obvious,  yeah.  doesnât  make  it  a  bad  thing.   â   in  a  heartbeat,  saya  had  easily  flipped  their  position  â  urging  him  down  onto  his  back  while  she  settled  over  his lap, a leg on either side of him.   â   you  should  probably  know;  i  prefer  being  on  top  like  this.  feels  like  you  got  harder  the  second  i  moved  up  here.   â   just  to  emphasize  her  point,  saya  gave  a  teasing  roll  of  her  hips  against  his.   â   i  donât  âmake  loveâ,  so  if  you  want  me  to  fuck  you  the  way  weâll  both  like  itâ  say  the  word.   âÂ
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          [    ...    ]           đđđđđđđđ  đđđ  đđđ  best  time  to  be  rolling  his  eyes  and  making  light  out  of  a  shit  situation  turned  worse,   yet  he  does   :   any  sense  of  self-preservation  out  the  window.   "   'cause  i  know  this  place  like  the  back  of  my  hand   ?   "   trusty  bat  swinging  from  side  to  side,   played  in  his  oscillating  hand.   "   and  you're  not  gettin'  'outta  here  alive  without  me,   "
selene looks the man over, eyes narrowed as she takes him in. â now why the hell would i trust you? â though she speaks only loud enough for the two of them to hear, her words command attention. she glares now, jaw clenched and lips set in a thin line.
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Itâll be a small gathering. We promise.
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ă Ë ăáśĘłáľĘˇËĄáľáľÂ áľáľáľÂ áľĘ°áľÂ áľĘłáľáľáľÂ áľâżáľÂ áľË˘áľáľáľÂ   :   â  đ˘đđ   đđđđ   đđđ   đđđđđđđđđ   đđđđđđ,   â
          [    ...    ]           đđđđđđđđđ  đđđđđ  đđ  the  pleasure  of  pricked  skin  and  draw  of  red  at  the  hands  of  @salvatoraes,   his  neck  cranes  to  the  side   â   an  offering  in  demand  of  salvation  from  someone  much  more  tainted  than  he.   "   nngh   ...   ah   â   "   porcelain  pink  parts  as  he  breathes  out  a  soft  whine,   half-lidded  eyes  barely  meeting  stefan's  as  he  presents  himself  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter   :   sacrifical  blood  boy,   wholly  willing  and  unmistakably  transfixed   ...   giving  himself  up  for  a  cause  far  greater  than  his  feeble  mortality  would  allow.   at  least  this  way,   no  one  else  has  to  die.   at  least  this  way,   he'll  go  out  under  his  own  chosen  circumstance   â   and  HOLY  FUCK,   is  it  one  that  he  just  can't  get  enough  of.   "   please   ?   please,   can  you   ...   "   pearly  whites  sink  into  his  lesser  brim,   voice  quieting.   "   do  it  again   ?   promise,   promise   ...   i'll  be  good,   "
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ă Ë ăáśĘłáľĘˇËĄáľáľÂ áľáľáľÂ áľĘ°áľÂ áľĘłáľáľáľÂ áľâżáľÂ áľË˘áľáľáľÂ   :   â  đâđ   đđđđđ˘Â  ,   đ˘đđ   đđđâđ   đđđđđ˘Â   đđđđđ   đđđđđđ  ?   â
          [    ...    ]           đđđ-đđđđđ  đđđđ  with  only  a  singular  thought  running  through,   desperation  evident  by  the  way  he  immediately  shakes  his  head  at  @vihrago's  question   :   rather,   taunt.   all  too  eager,   all  too  willing  to  please.   eternally  at  the  mercy  of  another's  hand  as  it  graces  his  tainted  flesh.   it's  no  secret  that  he's  touch-starved,   desperate  to  a  pathetic  degree,   staring  up  at  stevie  as  if  she's  the  only  person  in  the  world   (   to  him,   at  that  moment,   she  might  as  well  have  been   )   who  matters.   "   no,   please,   i  can't   ...   "   hips  rising  and  falling,   shaky  under  his  own  restraints   :   overstimulated  under  foreign  touch.   inexperience  more  obvious  than  ever.   "   please,   stevie   ...   i'll  die   â   "
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