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send “ look at me. “ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment.
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Send ♡ if you'd be interested in discussing a ship between our muses
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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
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“Oh.. I’m here.” The words felt leaden in IT’s mouth, sticky with bile and regret. IT did not wish Itself destroyed, not truly. In that regard perhaps IT could call Itself a coward. The possibility of an ending frightened IT. The Eater of Worlds could not end. Not so long as there were still those who shuddered at a cold chill down their back. Those who peered into the dark corners of their rooms expecting monsters. There would always be a place for a creature such as Itself. Even if IT had proved to truly be eternal.. Pushing the limits of this was the furthest thing from IT’s mind. “Survival is not always victory. You’ll learn.. One day.. When all that you love decays.. Then you’ll know.”
IT laughs and the sound is more like nails against a chalkboard than anything human. IT hardly bothered to disguise much about Itself these days. IT’s eyes were the bright silver of coins. IT’s teeth crooked and unusually sharp. IT did not need to breathe but IT draws one in anyway, freezing as his scent brushes against IT’s senses. Well well… It seemed defeating IT a second time had solved all those nasty little infertility issues the losers had encountered. As if by destroying IT’s own legacy, they had opened the possibility of creating their own. IT focuses on him then, chewing idly on the inside of IT’s cheek. Oh Billy had been busy, an heir come home to Derry. What a shame, he would never leave this town alive.
IT turns to face him properly, IT’s gaze flicking over every inch. IT’s claws beginning the slow and gentle work of digging into his mind. IT would find what made the boy tick and IT would break him. IT might not have gotten the best of Bill and all his pathetic little friends. But IT could ruin them still, IT could take from them as they had taken from IT. IT’s progeny would be avenged. But IT would have to be careful, have to be delicate.. And IT softens IT’s expression, bowing IT’s head in acquiescence. “Forgive me.. These thoughts are too dark for such a lovely day. I’m sure you were only curious.”
@spider-self cont from x
it wasn't just the scars that stood out to him. there was more to it than that. Obi couldn't really explain it. there had been a certain pull in his chest, unable to stop himself as he took each step and approached IT. there was no real explanation for it---nor was there really any explanation for the nightmares that have plagued him since he was seven years old; nightmares that still haunted him almost every single night if the dark circles under his eyes wasn't evidence enough.
he sucks in a breath and exhales. the voice sends a chill down his spine---he doesn't know why. but the pull is strong and Obi allows it to continue its path. he's not so sure if his father would be proud of him for this. he'd been told to stay away.
Obi didn't often listen to what his father said, not anymore.
"i don't think that's true," he argues---because he can. he's always had an arrogance about him; perhaps he's too much like his father. "scars are a sign that you survived, not that you lost. you're thinking about it the wrong way. you're here, aren't you? how is that possibly losing?" oh, but he doesn't know. he doesn't know what he's standing in front of. he doesn't know that he could be walking towards his grave, even if his dreams have been telling him the same thing for twenty years. he just doesn't listen.
#fearhaunts#{verse} itsy bitsy spider#it’s totally okay with the icons#I only didn’t use them because I mostly type on mobile#Obi’s face is a picture it’s great xD#the audacity!
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Weapon (daredevil)
INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS.
IT had been careless.
This was undeniable, cornered as IT was in the alleyway, the steaming remains of IT’s prey all the evidence anyone might need. IT could hardly claim to be innocent, not with the blood staining IT’s mouth and clothes, IT’s teeth still razor sharp rather than blunt little tools humans had evolved. IT was a nightmare wrapped in flesh too small to contain IT, and yet IT had been discovered. In such a clumsy careless manner that IT shuddered to consider it. How could IT had fallen so far? How could it come to pass that IT had been driven from IT’s home? Forced to retreat and find a new place to terrorise, new prey to devour. It had not been easy, ripping Itself from Derry had been almost as agonising as losing the fight against those miserable awful brats. Too much of Itself had been rooted in the town. But IT had fled because to remain was to leave Itself vulnerable. Suppose they returned again? Suppose they truly killed IT this time. It couldn’t be allowed and so.. IT had ran and tried to bury Itself in pastures new. But gods this place..
New York was not like Derry. It did not yield to IT as Derry had yielded. The city was as stubborn as a mule, unwilling to give itself up to IT’s control. Rather than feasting at the heart as IT deserved, IT was left to scavenge on the sidelines, finding little in the way of shelter and food, wearing IT’s glamour like a second skin. Everything was harsh and uncompromising. What had seemed a safe haven one day could quickly turn out to be a trap the next. There was little time to rest, little time to peel back IT’s disguises and simply be as IT was. A creature far too big for this world, one now forced to crawl on IT’s belly as IT had never crawled before.
The hunt had been a mistake. But there was only so long IT could go without food these days. The Losers had hurt IT badly, IT had been torn to pieces, IT’s physical form destroyed completely. IT was still tender, still not quite in control. IT had hardly been able to wait until the cover of nightfall to make a move. And now IT was caught, and while the man was clearly human. He was.. Odd. IT was familiar with costumes, Halloween had always been IT’s favourite time of year for how easily IT blended in. But it was nowhere near that particular holiday and the man before IT was very much in costume.
A devil.. Now wasn’t that interesting?
If IT hadn’t been so hungry IT might have laughed. Instead IT dropped into a crouch, IT’s lips pulled back from IT’s fangs in a grotesque snarl.
“Leave.”
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"Is it a lie if you believe it? If the lie does not present itself? Didn't I make a beautiful fantasy for you Billy? Wasn't it sweet?" Oh how successful they had been, how rich and full their lives had become, and not an ounce of gratitude. But what IT had given, IT could take away. And IT would rip and tear and devour until nothing remained of their sorry existence. Before IT did.. IT would make sure they suffered. Promises could be broken and as Bill suspected.. IT had no intention of keeping it.
"What if I promised on Georgie hmm? Or on the children you'll have in the future? Children I promise you'll have if you leave me be."
"No. That wasn't happy. That was a lie." A lie that Bill couldn't live with and that deep inside him he had always known was there. There were other things that had been taken away by the monster before him, like the only family that had loved and the chance of any of them having children should they have wanted them. Not that he expected IT would understand any of that. All IT knew was fear and death and doing whatever IT wanted regardless of the effect it may have.
Bill was the consequence of that.
"Why would I ever believe anything that comes out of your mouth?" Nothing IT said would convince him to just walk away. And if he had his way IT would die.
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send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive: Accepting
Oh flattery was it? He looked so earnest tangled in sheets, his eyes naked and vulnerable. Such bright bright eyes... IT would pluck them out and preserve them when the time came, hang from the stalactites of IT's landing site. Perhaps this was why Richie was insecure, the long pauses where IT simply stared, did IT's own eyes gleam with animal intent? Was there an inclining that IT was not what IT seemed?
"Sweet thing.." IT purred to him, reaching out to cup his cheek, fingers mapping flesh stretched across bone, the stubble catching against IT's nails. "Don't I make it obvious?" Obviously not if he felt the need to ask but the question was needed. That was part of the dance, the expected step forward. The disbelief before the reassurance, sweet nothings whispered, the inevitable make up...
"What's not to like? You're smart." Not smart enough to figure it all out. That much IT appreciated about him and IT ran a hand through his hair, the touch gentle enough to be mistaken for loving. Imagine if he was clever enough to realise. Perhaps one day IT would wake up with a knife in IT's throat. The idea was oddly thrilling and IT allowed Itself a soft chuckle. "You're funny. You should probably look into comedy."
As if IT didn't know what he had been doing whilst IT had fitfully slept. A bright shining career like the rest of the losers. Fame and riches and yet it wasn't enough. It would never quite satisfy. They had taken from IT yes, but IT had dug IT's claws into their lives, making sure that they were intrinsically linked.
"And you're handsome." But not in the classical way humans considered attractiveness. Richie was prey and he was prey that knew his place. He bent so easily, he was delightful and IT indulged a moment of weakness and kissed him. "Does that satisfy?"
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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( an assortment of smut / nsfw implied dialogue prompts with not so explicit language. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ how badly do you want me? ❜
❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜
❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜
❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜
❛ i’m not jealous. ❜
❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜
❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜
❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜
❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜
❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜
❛ take off your clothes. ❜
❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜
❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜
❛ is this okay? ❜
❛ you know you love me. ❜
❛ i want you to feel good. ❜
❛ i want this. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you’re such a tease. ❜
❛ want me to model these for you? ❜
❛ we have to make this quick. ❜
❛ what are you looking at? ❜
❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜
❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜
❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜
❛ this is a one time thing. ❜
❛ you know where to find me. ❜
❛ did i say you could stop? ❜
❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜
❛ i want to see you. ❜
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜
❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜
❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜
❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜
❛ you’re really good at that. ❜
❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜
❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜
❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜
❛ tell me what you want. ❜
❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜
❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜
❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜
❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜
❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜
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Send ※ for my muse to push yours against the wall.
Alternately: Send ⁂ for my muse to react to yours shoving them against a wall.
Bonus: Does not have to be shippy/smutty. Can be angry, fighting, angst. Anything.
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send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive: Accepting
This is not a question IT wished to answer, not only because the fae is a trespassing territory squatting annoyance. There’s the inclining that if IT ever admitted to finding an inch of the male attractive.. The fae boy would never let it go and quite frankly, IT wouldn’t really blame him. IT had been nothing but sour moods and harsh threats, hardly a gracious host. Not that IT needed to be, the laws of the folk had no footnote specifying that one had to be courteous to guests. Territory squabbles were probably more common than IT imagined. It was simply because IT couldn’t get rid of this one. IT didn’t like being forced into a stalemate. It had been a very long time since anyone had made IT stumble like this.
There was no resisting it, IT had waited long enough already and the compulsion was thick on IT’s tongue, coating it like bile. Perhaps a half truth then. IT rolled IT’s shoulders, leaning against the wall and letting the chill sink through IT’s clothes. Heat was a different sensation in this body, easier to handle than when IT was relaxed and without IT’s many tricks and masks. The cold is sharper, more acute. But IT needed the clarity, and IT ran IT’s tongue over IT’s fangs, considering.
“My kin.. Yes there are more of us. Not the same as I but similar. Born in the squirming depths of Todash Darkness..” IT flicked IT’s gaze to the faerie and smiled, the expression twisting IT’s mouth cruelly. “You would call us simple creatures. We feast, we sleep. We do little less. But there are things we value, traits we look for should the urge to intertwine call us.”
Oh but how to twist the truth to an insult? IT would never admit to finding his repeated defiance enticing. It was a challenge in the slippery way the folk handled everything, backstabbing and power plays, manipulation from the shadows rather than simply attacking. It wasn’t something IT thought IT would find appealing and yet.. And yet..
“We value strength, a show of force. What good is a partner that cannot prove itself our equal? What good is a partner that simply lies back and allows itself to be conquered? Weakness is an insult. You are not strong.”
But wasn’t he? In his own way? The way of the folk who used their words as weapons. Had he not forced IT to back down? Were they not equals in that sense? Neither could move against the other without drawing insult. They were unhappy cohabitants and IT had never been forced into such a situation before. It was genius, it was.. Impressive.
It had made IT consider.. If only for a moment. But that moment was enough for IT to begin to see him differently. Damn the faerie.
“I suppose your ears are well formed.” At least IT could attempt an insult.
#cruelprincae#{asks} it speaks#{verse} welcome to derry#IT voice: I just think it’s hot when he bullies me
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Van Helsing (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers
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♡ _ ♡- Entity, voicestm
send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive: Accepting
HA! As if there was anything attractive about this creature, this intruder, this rival. Far beyond the confines of limited mortal flesh, IT twisted in her grip, flaring out IT’s deadlights in burning streams of hate and madness. To be captured like this… To be confined and encased. She should not have dared, would not have dared had IT been strong and able to fight with all of IT’s fury. IT had never had a challenger before. One who could even begin to encircle the vastness of Itself. Somehow she had managed, she had wrapped her coils around IT and squeezed. Even now the closeness made IT shake. It was possession of the worst kind, a domination IT did not have the strength to resist. The words were forced, pried from IT’s mouth as if she had jammed her tendrils down IT’s throat. She commanded and to IT’s disgust. IT obeyed.
“You are strong.” So strong, endlessly strong. Even the stupid turtle who had vomited this universe could hardly claim to be so strong. And that silly old fuck was dead, rotting in his shell, all that good meat gone to waste. IT hissed, jerking against her halter and yet IT couldn’t help but keep talking.
“You are multitudes.” IT had made Derry for Itself, borrowed into very fabric of the town until it pulsed with IT’s essence, IT’s control. Derry had been IT’s own little playground and whilst IT could have spread further, stretched IT’s feelers into other towns, other places.. Why would IT? Derry had everything IT needed and IT had never been particularly ambitious. She was different, the same styling of creature as IT but rather than fixing herself, she drifted. She made of herself a home, creating world within worlds. Universes danced in the lights of her eyes. The screams of thousands echoed in the timbre of her voice. She had done something IT had not considered, did not have the imagination to attempt.
“…I cannot defeat you.” Not now, perhaps not ever. But that didn’t mean IT wouldn’t fight against her. No she would have to break IT completely before IT would even consider submitting. But her vastness… In some ways IT was lucky that she had chosen to snatch IT up rather than devouring IT first. Did.. Did IT fear her in some way? Some way IT would not admit even deep down?
Yes… Yes that might be true. And how IT hated her for it.
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♡ _ ♡ - Bev, voicestm
send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive: Accepting
IT seethed, such things were not to be admitted, let alone alluded to. To speak it into existence was to give it a power, to give her power. And she had more than enough. She had been the first to strike, she had rebelled time and time again. She had resisted, she had survived IT’s deadlights and here she was again. She was a thorn in IT’s side, an itch that could not be scratched. An ant that needed to be crushed. And yet.. IT could admit to a modicum of respect. IT simply did not want to speak it aloud, but the words were forced anyway, dragged from IT’s unwilling tongue, coating IT’s throat with sour venom.
“You hurt me.” An insult yes, an insult to even consider harming the eternal, to strike out against her betters. And yet.. It had been a hurt IT had to retreat from. IT who had only retreated once in IT’s long life prior to that moment. She had made IT back down, IT had escaped to nurse that awful squealing pain and for a moment IT had felt like prey.
“You do not fear.” Bothersome but not unworkable. Not something IT couldn’t work around. Cracking her mind open like an egg probably would have inspired some fear. But IT wanted to leave her sanity intact, all the better for when IT took everything from her. What was the point of devastating her if she was too crazy to realise what she had lost? To face IT without fear, without even a shuddering moment of hesitation..
The compulsion released, IT’s tongue was IT’s own again and IT opened IT’s mouth wide, IT’s voice a whisper from the depths of IT’s throat.
“I’ll save you till last I think. We can have a nice looong chat while we watch your friends rot. I can keep you alive for a very long time. We can really get to know each other.”
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send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive.
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↪ 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . ( a collection of dire / urgent situation sentence & action starters . adjust phrasing + ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ as necessary . )
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
hide . hide now .
shh !! there’s somebody in the house .
i’m not gonna hurt you ! see ? look , i’m putting down the [ weapon ] .
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
you’re being followed , pretend you know me .
stop , stop ! just put the [ weapon ] down !
drive , just drive fast !
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
can you walk ? i need you to walk for me , okay ?
let me handle it , just go !
what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed !
you’re just going to leave me here ?!
[ name ] , can you hear me ? get out of there !
you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!
don’t you know how dangerous this is ?
you’re not going to shoot me .
move and you die .
i’m gonna come back for you , do you hear me ?
we have to stop the bleeding .
can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?
i just want to go home !
don’t move a fucking muscle .
if it weren’t for you , we wouldn’t be in this mess .
i almost DIED back there , and you’re laughing ?
you’re only making this worse for yourself .
you think this is a joke ?
if i go down , i want you to run .
we’re gonna die , so what’s the point ?
this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .
i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .
where’s your first - aid kit ?!
just calm down and find your phone , we need to call the police .
someone’s been stalking me .
just listen to me for once !
i didn’t think you had it in you .
put the gun down , and kick it over here .
we can’t stick around here , let’s go .
kiss me before we die .
do whatever you need to do , hurry .
i can’t breathe , i can’t -
please , please - let me in , there’s someone -
i’m gonna give you one last chance .
you have to believe me , i didn’t do this !
run , and don’t look back .
this is real , i’m real . look at me .
take this . it’ll keep you safe .
follow my instructions very closely .
put your hands where i can see them .
you can’t just let me die !
i think … i think i need a doctor .
we need to get out of here , come on .
no , this isn’t it . we’re getting you out of this .
you panicking is not going to help us right now .
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ GETAWAY ] sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .
[ MEDIC ] sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep , badly bleeding .
[ HIDE ] sender and receiver hide from a threat together .
[ HUSH ] sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .
[ DRAG ] sender physically hauls receiver to safety .
[ RIGHTS ] sender calls receiver from a police precinct .
[ REALITY ] sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .
[ SHELTER ] sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm .
[ ARMED ] sender brandishes a [ gun / knife ] at receiver .
[ CRASH ] sender and receiver survive a [ car / bike ] crash together .
[ SEARCH ] sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .
[ BACKUP ] sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .
[ CORNERED ] sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .
[ UNEXPECTED ] receiver comes home to find sender already inside .
[ BREATHE ] sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .
[ BADGE ] sender and receiver flee from the cops together .
[ STRANDED ] sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .
[ EMBRACE ] sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .
[ STRANGER ] sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .
[ TOKEN ] sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .
[ CHOICE ] receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .
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[AHAH!] Is your muse good at recognising patterns and putting information together to recognise correlations or solutions quickly? Or do they need others to spell things out to them?
Thought, learning and intellect headcanon asks for muses: Accepting
Oh definitely, IT has a lot more sensory information to work with than humans, and by design IT functions on a higher level. It's not so much recognising patterns or correlations that's the issue. It's whether or not IT considers them worthy of IT's attention. Practically all human concerns are below IT's notice and interest. IT eats, IT sleeps, the cycle continues. Putting the pieces together and realising.. Let's use Eddie and Richie as an example. Noticing that those two are into each other was simple, IT would have simply let the information be if IT couldn't use it to hurt them. Patterns are nothing unless they can exploited.
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Thought, learning and intellect headcanon asks for muses
[MENTAL CHATTER] Does your character have an ongoing inner monologue, or do they more frequently think wordlessly/in abstract?
[ENTANGLED] Does your muse experience synaesthesia? (eg. tasting sounds, or seeing colours in music) If yes, does this have any effect on their creativity or understanding of certain senses?
[ALOUD] Does your character subvocalise (sound out words in their head) when reading silently to themselves, or no? When reading fiction, do they “hear” individual voices for each speaking character?
[WPM] How quickly can your character type, read or write?
[MOTHER TONGUE] For bilingual muses: does your character think in one particular language more than another? Are there certain topics or themes that they may be more likely to switch to another?
[FOCUS] How well can your muse focus on their own thinking or study in the presence of distracting background stimuli (loud environments, background chatter, visual clutter…)
[OFF TRACK] Is your muse prone to letting their mind wander? To their detriment?
[INTEREST] Does your muse find it hard to learn about or remember details of subjects that don’t captivate their personal interest? Even if they might be useful or advantageous to know?
[AHAH!] Is your muse good at recognising patterns and putting information together to recognise correlations or solutions quickly? Or do they need others to spell things out to them?
[SEEING RED] How easily is your muse’s judgement or perception swayed by their emotions and state of mind? Are they most always cool and level-headed, or are they prone to rashness or switching stances quickly?
[JUMP THE GUN] What biases does your muse hold that impact how they perceive the world or choose to take in new information? Do their personal blindspots and preconceptions lead them to errors in judgement?
[RECALIBRATE] How frequently does your muse evaluate their own ways of thinking? Have they little self-insight/feel set in their minds for better or worse, or are they constantly questioning their own outlook? To the point of self-doubt, even?
[SPLIT SECOND] How decisive is your muse? How confident do they need to feel about the outcome of their actions, or how much pre-thinking must they do before they feel they can act? Do they trust in their own decisions?
[FOREIGN] How does your muse fare when presented with ideas, concepts or experiences that feel far outside their usual norm? How hostile, sceptical or inquisitive might they be when encountering new viewpoints?
[STUDENT] Does your character enjoy learning for learning’s sake, or do they only seek out knowledge when they specifically need to?
[NOTES] How does your muse track their ideas and thoughts, or things they need to remember? Do they keep written or voice notes, or do they just think/hope that they’ll be able to recall what they need later?
[SELF ANALYSIS] How intelligent does your muse BELIEVE they are, versus how do they actually stack up next to others? What are the personal strengths and weaknesses of their minds and outlooks, compared to those of the people around them?
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