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"Camera lenses?" Maria giggles, giving a single swipe of her hand, dismissing the comment. Though upon further deliberation, she shrugs, supposing maybe Megan had a point. "I guess spending so much time looking through one, I may have adapted," she teases back, thankful for the change in tone, and the more light-hearted approach the conversation has taken.

Her eyes flick between the photo and her friend, settling on the latter of the two when a potential affinity for her is brought up. An impossible idea, Maria is sure; otherwise, she definitely would have noticed it! Perhaps also oblivious to just how much time she spends with her nose not in a book, but stuffed into film and journals filled to the brim with nature inspired sketches, Maria shakes her head, rejecting such a preposterous assumption.

"I'm flattered, Megan, but I hardly think so," she chuckles. And the flattery continues with a flustering assault on her artistic ability, only really causing a blush to stir on her cheeks. "Genius is quite the jump, no?" Maria's tone just short of scolding, she purses her lips and leans forward slightly, squinting at Megan. "I may be on pretty good terms with my camera, but I don't think that makes me a genius. It's just a matter of time, really. Spend as many years as I have behind the lens and it just about becomes a part of you!" She laughs again, calling back to Megan's joke about her lens-like eye for beauty.

Recoiling, Maria slips another photo into the dish of liquid, using a small pair of tweezers to flatten the film, watching as the image sets, the gears in her brain turning.

She reviews the same question she's answered in her notes, and that her physical copy of the 'Newt's nature trails and tours' map has had to bear the scars of pondering, ruined with red and black ink and scribbled notes on possible paths she could take.

"I know of a few possibilities. I have a few days off soon that I may use to scope out the areas. To make sure they have as much material as I'm hoping," she explains, setting down the tweezers and turning away from her work station to instead shuffle through a nearby desktop file organizer. She removes that same map, the red bleeding through to the empty back of the paper, and motions for Megan to follow her as she heads into her slightly messy bedroom, eventually displaying the map on top of her bed. Her finger presses into the parchment-like material, trailing along a red highlighted trail. "I've thought about this one, it's called the 'path to Artemis', and professor Gladys mentioned it during a lecture one time."

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A disagreement? Maria can't help but find herself misjudging the harshness of Megan's previous snapping; it seemed like quite a change in character for it to be caused by a mere 'disagreement'. Maria knows, or believes she knows, that Megan is downplaying it, likely in an attempt to push Maria's attention off of it, to keep her friend from worrying.

While it certainly does not quell her anxieties, Maria pretends that the meiosis is successful, even going so far as to pull her lips into an innocent, clueless smile. If Megan wishes to downplay whatever it was that troubled her, Maria wasn't going to intrude. She knew her boundaries - and, frankly, didn't particularly want to get snapped at again.

The brunette's eyes flick over to the dripping pictures clipped on a line, and she nods her head, forcefully reassuring herself, aiming to rub off that reassurance on her guest.

"Well; it's going well," she answers, tracing the corner of one photo with her thumb, watching the way that the reflected light glides along the slick surface. The photo of interest contains a field of yellow and red wildflowers, the back of the photo still clean, though once it dries, it's likely to be victim to the needless scrawlings of details that have a tendency to show up on the backs of most of Maria's collection.

Photos are a way to preserve memories, moments in time that may be lost in the turmoil of everyday stress. Photos tell a story, a second-long story contained in the flash of a camera, and photos are a portal on their own. But reminders help; a quick note on the type of flower, what time of day the squirrel was spotted, what trail the photo was taken on. Photos are memories, shared. Shown to more than those who were there in the moment; joined with an onlooker's memory, a communicable past.

Tapping the still-damp film with her finger, her smile grows more genuine, tracing the shape of the field, the splashes of color where the red and the yellow fight for territory. "Took it last week. About a mile or so off campus. A boy in my photography class mentioned it, even offered to take me there," she chuckles, oblivious to any implications of the offer, "but I had some time off work, so I decided to go. Maybe I could take you there sometime. Take more pictures."

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(Continued from here)

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A disagreement? Maria can't help but find herself misjudging the harshness of Megan's previous snapping; it seemed like quite a change in character for it to be caused by a mere 'disagreement'. Maria knows, or believes she knows, that Megan is downplaying it, likely in an attempt to push Maria's attention off of it, to keep her friend from worrying.

While it certainly does not quell her anxieties, Maria pretends that the meiosis is successful, even going so far as to pull her lips into an innocent, clueless smile. If Megan wishes to downplay whatever it was that troubled her, Maria wasn't going to intrude. She knew her boundaries - and, frankly, didn't particularly want to get snapped at again.

The brunette's eyes flick over to the dripping pictures clipped on a line, and she nods her head, forcefully reassuring herself, aiming to rub off that reassurance on her guest.

"Well; it's going well," she answers, tracing the corner of one photo with her thumb, watching the way that the reflected light glides along the slick surface. The photo of interest contains a field of yellow and red wildflowers, the back of the photo still clean, though once it dries, it's likely to be victim to the needless scrawlings of details that have a tendency to show up on the backs of most of Maria's collection.

Photos are a way to preserve memories, moments in time that may be lost in the turmoil of everyday stress. Photos tell a story, a second-long story contained in the flash of a camera, and photos are a portal on their own. But reminders help; a quick note on the type of flower, what time of day the squirrel was spotted, what trail the photo was taken on. Photos are memories, shared. Shown to more than those who were there in the moment; joined with an onlooker's memory, a communicable past.

Tapping the still-damp film with her finger, her smile grows more genuine, tracing the shape of the field, the splashes of color where the red and the yellow fight for territory. "Took it last week. About a mile or so off campus. A boy in my photography class mentioned it, even offered to take me there," she chuckles, oblivious to any implications of the offer, "but I had some time off work, so I decided to go. Maybe I could take you there sometime. Take more pictures."

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Reminder some of my muses are killers!

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‘okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I sounded mad. it’s not really for you.’ (Megan to Maria)

She's hurt. You can see it in the furrow of her brows, the way she glances at the floor with a soft, apologetic smile, as if she's at fault for it. It's fine. Always is. Doesn't get to her. She understands it. Doesn't like it, but understands it. Gets it.

The brunette turns her head away from her guest, reverting her attention to the polaroid she's attempting to dry. Her wrist shakes the film, and she lifts it, clipping it to a line of other hanging photos. With a steadying breath, she turns back to Megan.

"That's alright. I'm not upset." Well, at least she's not going to hold it against her, but it doesn't make the words sting less. She lashed out, and Maria's never seen such a display of harshness from her.

Maria allows the words to settle a little bit, and she blinks, scratching her head.

"Who was it for?"

Maybe she shouldn't ask. And she'll understand if she gets another snappy reply, or gets shut out. Megan isn't the type to spill her guts at a simple request. But Maria would feel worse if she didn't at least try.

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𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

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the shining  - stephen king sentence starters  change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying     tw ;   death ,  language ,  alcohol ,  implied abuse ,  violence 

‘that’s a long time to have to wait.’

‘sometimes he does things he’s sorry for later.’

‘a man can’t help his nature.’

‘(name), promises don’t work with you.’

‘I really bitched things up for myself.’

‘that’s what I like about you. your taste runs to the quiet, the somber, the introspective.’

‘it’s like I can’t remember because it’s so bad that I don’t want to remember.’

‘this inhuman place makes human monsters.’

‘it’s been hell for you, hasn’t it?’

‘are you sure self - pity is a luxury you can afford?’

‘I won’t be mad. I can’t be mad, because this is too important.’

‘I want to do what’s right. And I don’t know. It’s like a choice between the fat and the fire.’

‘a real artist must suffer.’

‘each man kills the thing he loves.’

‘i’ve never had a nightmare like that. I never want to have another one.’

‘never gonna let me forget that, are you?’

‘go ahead, yell your fucking head off, that’ll make everything okay, won’t it?’

‘I talk in my sleep?’

‘i’m as worried about this as you are, so please … don’t shout.’

‘it’s time you got some of the home truths into you. they’re knocking around your head like a bunch of loose cue balls.’

‘you need to understand that we are snowed in.’

‘okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I sounded mad. it’s not really for you.’

‘you have to understand that some things … are hard to get over. you have to understand that.’

‘I like to hear you ramble.’

‘you know I’m telling the truth.’

‘you want me to apologize for calling you a bastard? all right, I apologize. I’m sorry.’

‘I always thought I could keep my promises.’

‘fire will kill anything.’

‘you must show them the error of their ways.’

‘a thankless child is sharper than a serpent’s tooth.’

‘I make my own decisions.’

‘we live to fight another day.’

‘you never loved me.’

‘you don’t know what you’re saying. you’re drunk.’

‘did you think I wouldn’t figure it out. did you think I was stupid?’

‘you’ve always been jealous, haven’t you? you couldn’t be satisfied unless you had all the cake, could you?’

‘i’ll kill you for that.’

‘you’re not there! you’re not there at all!’

‘you can’t stay long. because it’s coming.’

‘you don’t scare me.’

‘you’ll never get what you want from me.’

‘run away. quick. and remember how much I love you.’

‘you aren’t what you were, but that isn’t necessarily bad.’

‘we can’t have any secrets. that’s just how it is.’

‘sometimes I wish it had been me. it was my fault. all my fault.’

‘if things get too rough, you just call me and I’ll come.’

‘the way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together.’

‘the worlds a hard place, it don’t care.’

‘that’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what.’

‘you won’t die for a long time, will you?’

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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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"𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜…"

Probably canon-divergent since the only thing for this girlie is a couple of voice lines and a 15 minute game.

(OCC) Maria Flores of Gun. Interactive's Texas Chainsaw Massacre game!

An optimistic college student with a passion for photography and a loyal heart.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡… 𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

➼ Side blog of @adaptacy for roleplaying & practicing in-character responses.

➼ Most/all posts will be (ideally) in character. Other content can be found on my main. This includes asks!

➼ New to tumblr rps so if I don't know something my sincerest apologies.

➼ Singleverse for the time being. (Ocs welcome, but tcsm only)

➼ No smut here. Probably no romantics either, just dipping my toes in the water with her for now.

➼ Feel free to DM me if you have questions/are interested in starting something! (I literally have no clue wtf is going on here)

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It's wildflower season! One of my favorite times of the year. Nothing like the April breeze over blooming fields.

Have a few days off soon... might take a trip and snap some photos.

For now, here's a photo I took of last year's wildflowers! I wonder how much I've improved since then.