heeey all! sorry i haven’t been too active here recently, life has gotten pretty busy and i’ve been having a difficult time juggling all my responsibilities, so adding roleplay to the mix doesn’t seem to be the best idea right now lol. i will be active on here soon ish though !! just not quite yet. thanks for all your patience<3

“ how does it feel to be in love? ” from gluskin to blake ...

the prospect of love has always been difficult for blake. his heart was always woven with lynn's, weaved and knotted together like rope; the two hadn't been away from each other since senior year of high school. they'd bloomed together - finishing high school, graduating college, heading into investigative journalism. lynn had been blake's light, his constant. she'd meant everything to him. without her, who even was blake?

that's a thought he's asked himself quite frequently, especially as of late, considering where he's been. not only with the cult, but being trapped in mount massive, with the tests and experiments and murkoff itself. it's like losing a limb, with lynn gone now ; like blake's lost the other part of his soul, and maybe he has in retrospect. somehow, he'd even managed to get through the cult because he knew lynn was counting on him. knew that they'd make it out, together, and that had kept him going. but here? blake's all alone. "blake" and "alone," two words he never imagined he'd put in the same sentence, but he's seen first hand how quickly life can change. in the span of a night he'd lost the person dearest to him - lynn, his wife, his WIFE ! - and had even managed to lose a baby. blake knows now that it wasn't real. understands what happened, after murkoff's tests. but that doesn't make it any easier to bear. he'd held his child in his arms and thought, that's something i can fight for. but in the end, it had all been for naught.

so when the alarms begin blaring and blake witnesses the carnage of the incident, he's content to stay in his black hole, tucked away under the bed, as safe as he can be in a place like this. cold and shivering, legs pressed up to his chest, eyes wide and unfocused as they gaze out into the cell. the man beside him opens blake's door before running off, joining the cacophony of voices and hysterical laughter. the sound of echoing screams and sickening crunches, ringing in blake's ears. he doesn't want to leave. he can't, really, frozen by fear for what might be the first time in his life. blake had always been one to jump headfirst into his problems, to look danger in the face without a second thought. especially if it meant protecting lynn. but blake's been resolved to a shell of his former self, and all of this death and destruction reminds him all too much of the village. he doesn't want to go back there - not if he can help it. not when murkoff forces him back there every goddamn time he's forced to do one of their tests. no. he'll revisit that place on his own terms. that's what he manages to convince himself of, at least until he registers the sound of a person, and suddenly he's being pulled out from under the bed by another inmate. holding blake by the collar of his jumpsuit, snarling at him to get moving ! forcing him out of the door and into the hall. blake, thoroughly panicked though relatively calm on the outside, looks down into the atrium and sees the pile of bodies. and that's when the terrifying certainty of this situation hits blake : if he doesn't fight back, he will die. so maybe that's why blake turns, grips the inmate by his arms, and tussles him right over the edge into the bottom floor below. he hears the crack of bones and a wheezing breath that's soon cut off by hacking weapons, as inmates from below gather around to kill the man. blake watches with some kind of detached horror before, belatedly, realizing he needs to run.

and run he does. blake considers himself lucky - from what he's beginning to see, it's worse being a murkoff employee than it is an inmate, that's for sure. and avoiding that man, thing - strongfat - is certainly as hard as he thought it would be. but he manages to escape from the prison relatively unscathed, making his way to another wing, descending the stairs and... and now blake's finding himself thrust into another nightmare, perhaps even as worse as the cult, whispers of the groom following him into the abyss. it's one thing to have a village cult chasing you, but to be stalked by a man who may not even know up from down terrifies him. he sees the room with the hanging bodies, holds down the breakfast he never even received. what the hell is this place? and then... that's when the groom makes his appearance, and that question sends a shiver down blake's spine, staring at the demented man before him with a lump in his throat, instincts screaming at him to run, run, run ! but something keeps him rooted to the spot - maybe that fear from before - and he's left breathless and shaking, trembling down to the bone.

"i..." the words don't leave as expected, instead getting clogged in his throat. he can't tell if the question is relating to blake in general or if this man - gluskin, it's gluskin , he reminds himself - truly believes that they are in love. he fears that it's the latter, and the very idea makes him go cold. what is he meant to say in response? swallowing hard, blake thinks about his time in the asylum, remembers how much he's gone through and how much he's sacrificed, just for this corporation to use him like he's not even human. he can't allow himself to falter here, not when lynn died, not when he made it through that horrible night in arizona. he has to survive. there's no other choice. so maybe that's why blake meets gluskin's gaze, lips twitching into the beginnings of a coy smile, one that makes him feel disgusted with himself. "it feels... good," he works out, voice rough and chafed with how little he's used it over the past six months. scratching against his throat, tickling his airway. hesitation, briefly, comes over him, before it's gone and replaced by the same careful agreement. "it feels right. like we were meant to be together." a small wince nearly pierces his face but he manages to smooth it out, keeping himself impassive. a hint of interest there. "how does it feel, being in love with someone.... like me?" blake can't believe he's doing this. can't believe the strides he's taking just to get out of this awful situation, but he's come to understand that running and hiding can't fix everything. sometimes, he has to fight back, in whatever way possible.

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「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     * change pronouns as needed. based on this generator. 

‘ how about i take you home? ’

‘ who do you fight for? ’

‘ you can relax. we’re safe here.’ 

‘ are you threatening me? ’

‘ i told you to leave me out of this. ’

‘ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ’

‘ you’re leaving already? ’

‘ that sounds dangerous. i’m in!’ 

‘ what do you wish for? ’

‘ you look like you just saw a ghost.’ 

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ 

‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’

‘ do you want something for the pain? ’

‘ can i have some cash? ’

‘ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me.’ 

‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’ 

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ i know who you are. i know what you’ve done. ’

‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’ 

‘ you never should’ve left. ’

‘ i think i’m getting sick. ’

‘ snap out of it! ’

‘ yes i killed them, but i did it for you.’ 

‘ don’t treat me like a child. ’

‘ how does it feel to be in love? ’

‘ surprised to run into you here. ’

‘ how many people have you killed? ’

‘ i didn’t want to come, but i need your help. ’

‘ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’

PROMO : sunhaunt is a multimuse and mutuals only roleplay blog depicting various medias, mainly centered around the idea of exploring mistakes, the illusion of control, and the dark side of humanity. dark and mature themes may apply. if interested, feel free to give this post a like, check out my carrd, and/or fill out my interest tracker !

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@e1dest | starter ! using michael dawson

it’s day who-knows-what and they’re still on this damn island. michael never imagined that he and walt’s reunion would culminate into this. of course, their lives were never simple when it came to each other, but even a plane crash seems a little much. he’s tried to think of it in positives, but there’s nothing positive about being here. it’s not like michael’s a fast food junkie or anything, but eating fruit, fish, and boar every day is getting a little old. he doesn’t even know what the hell locke and boone do in that rainforest all day ; surely it doesn’t take that long to catch a boar? and michael would know, because he helped before, and locke and kate were pretty quick to get a jump on that boar. but who knows - maybe boone is incompetent, or maybe they’re not hunting for boar at all, but it’s honestly none of michael’s concern. his only focus is to get walt off this island. his heart can’t take seeing his kid sitting in those caves any longer, and more than anything, he can’t allow walt to get hurt ; not by any polar bear, and not by anything else on this island, like whatever that monster is that he’s deftly tried to forget about. whatever the case may be, michael is done. he’s tired of the murders, tired of the infiltrations, tired of everything in this hellscape. it’s time to get back home. of course, it’s difficult to do that when the raft you’re building gets burned down. michael doesn’t have a lot to work with ; some of the metal pieces remain, but most ( if not all ) of the wood is gone, and anything left is a pile of junk. it makes a pit grow in his stomach just to think about someone sabotaging his plan. who would do something like that? he’s tired of pointing fingers, and he knows jin is innocent now, but it’s difficult when there’s someone that easy to blame. hell, sometimes he wonders if it wasn’t sawyer, but considering he attacked jin, it probably wasn’t him. sawyer’s a lot of things, but somehow being a pyromaniac doesn’t suit him.

at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter much. michael’s going to have to rebuild the raft and that’s that. still, this time around he’s hoping for a few more helpful hands ; he’s grateful that jin’s decided to pitch in, passively ignoring whatever’s going on with he and sun ( it’s not his problem, he has to remind himself ), and sawyer’s offered to guard the raft from any potential threats, but he could use even more assistance. sayid and shannon haven’t been back to help, and michael honestly wonders how no one else has moved to pitch in. even if they’re not going to be the ones to leave the island, it’s still something to do, right? but maybe that’s michael’s construction side talking ; even the more artistic side of him yearns for something to do, a project to build and orchestrate. but if these people want to sit on their asses and let michael do all the work, then he’ll just have to start dishing out requests. and if they’re really a community, then surely they’ll help. so that’s why he’s here now, weaving between tents, feet kicking through the sand below as a soft breeze whips through the air. it’s clear out today, perfect for working, but the slight chill in the air hints at rain to come. michael’s gotten pretty good at distinguishing weather patterns here, even if it’s sheer dumb luck. but he doesn’t really believe in that kind of thing, so he’ll go ahead and assume he’s right after all.  dark eyes scan the area, a frown tugging at his lips. to be honest, he’s just looking for someone who’s available ; sawyer’s out with kate, he’s pretty sure, and jin is…somewhere. it’s not like michael keeps track all the time, they’re grown men after all. and he knows walt won’t be much help, no offense to his kid, but he needs someone with a keen eye.  so that’s how he ends up spotting a brown-haired man—whose name currently escapes him, much to michael’s chagrin—and he decides to walk right up.

gaze fixed on the guy, michael stops short a couple feet away, even offering a small smile. “hey, man,” michael says cordially, trying his best not to come off like the asshole he knows he can sometimes be. “are you doing anything right now? i was gonna ask for your help on the raft…i’m michael, by the way. i don’t think we’ve talked much before.” he hates that he can’t remember the guy’s name, but he just hasn’t been thinking of anyone but his boy. hopefully he introduces himself in return, though, because if not michael’s going to have to awkwardly ask his name—and that won’t be the best start if they’ll be working together for the foreseeable future. he racks his brain for any information on the man. he’s pretty sure he’s got a brother or two around here somewhere, but it seems like everyone’s been pretty quiet on this guy’s front. but honestly? who cares. if anything, they’ll just be work partners, and it’s not like michael’s coming away from the island with any lasting friendships. he doesn’t need to know anything about this guy. he just needs a hand.

welcome to SUNHAUNT , a multimuse, medium activity, selective roleplay blog. dark themes will be present here, mainly studying ideas of : mistakes, the illusion of control, & childhood trauma. haunted by morgan ( she / her , 21 ).

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