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i was today years old when i learned that there are teddy bears in the shelves of gas heaven

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i’m finally back!! it was a fun trip, & now that i’m home i’ll start getting busy :] if we haven’t interacted yet, i will definitely try to do so !!

bbbb i’m gonna be gone for a week and a half but! i definitely intend to interact w/ any mutuals that i haven’t yet,, when i get back <3

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bbbb i’m gonna be gone for a week and a half but! i definitely intend to interact w/ any mutuals that i haven’t yet,, when i get back <3

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@getgcne || prev.

            Visitors were not necessarily something the wraith took umbrage to. More than anything, they were a welcome break from the monotony of Autohaven’s silence that served to drive him mad. He took great interest in each and every single one; where there was an intruder, there was Philip only a few paces behind, watching them intently. It was why most survivors were not worth his pursuit outside of a trial, the threat of death proving to be enough of a deterrent. Killers would amuse themselves for a spell before taking their leave, should they too have the misfortune of traipsing along the graveyard of cars.

            Whatever — or whoever — had shambled into the wraith’s territory, he couldn’t quite say what they were. It especially intrigued him to know it was at least someone new.

            His time stalking them was spent mulling over their strange mannerisms. A humanoid figure, hands gloved with blood, it seemed like the remnants of what could have been a person. If he strained an ear, Philip believed he could even hear it growl at intervals. The Entity delighted in carving monsters out of men and declaring them ‘killers’, but this one seemed enviably human — particularly when compared to himself. He wondered why they were here, then, and what had lured them into the fog. Had they always been this way? Were they ensnared into the realm like him, or did they seek it out? Did they relish in the murderous game that they were forced to play?

            A lifetime and a half ago, such trivial matters would have never come to mind. But the questions inside gnawed at him and whittled away what little resolve he had left; the answers were few and far in between. The realm was woven with secrets and abnormalities, and though it was guaranteed that he would be troubled by them until he finally wasted away, Philip could at least indulge in the respite his curiosities often guided him toward.

            Withdrawn from his cloak, he stared a while longer at the stranger before him. It was difficult to discern whether they lacked awareness or if they were convinced there was no danger; through habit, Philip was unnervingly silent in his approach, and if one did not know what to look for, they were also oblivious to the fleetingness of their own life. Thankfully, such was not the case on this specific occasion and, unless he was compelled, he wished no harm upon his guest. When they neared the gas station, Philip extended a hand to knock on the wall, making sure to be a safe distance away. He was rather fond of his personal space, and thought it wise to assume the same for the killer he had been stalking.

            The reaction he got was not unlike that of a feral animal: a hooded head whipped around to display bared teeth, its features pinched in a snarl. This rigid posture melted away into a marginally more placid one, though Philip kept the notion that one wrong move could change that.

            For a heartbeat, he held the stranger’s gaze, vaguely inquisitive as it was. He mirrored the cant of its head, a soft hum at the back of his throat. Due to the isolative nature of his life, his inability to speak meant less and less as time crept forth. When the opportunity arose, he found that he would have preferred the desolate quiet, for he had little to say. What a solitary creature the realm had forged, for him to reject something so alluringly human, be it in fear or instinct. But as he stood, bemused and deeply interested in what the fog had spat out for him, he urged himself to brave the frustration of conversing without a voice, to not be satisfied with simply watching.

            His hands reached for one of the pouches affixed to his hip, taking out a small wreath of twig and bone. Originally crafted to feign utmost devotion to the Entity, he repurposed it to better communicate. Chips of bone were carved into a circular formation, similar to the swarm of appendages that appeared when a sacrifice was being consumed. The Entity. Philip gestured to the wreath, then pointed at the other man, his head tilted to signify a question being asked.

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violent writing prompts || open !!

@stalkvr chimed— (slash) : sender’s muse swings at receiver’s with knife / sharp object

            Philip was seldom at ease in the presence of another killer. Even when he was little more than a shimmer across the treeline, a trick of the peripherals, he kept a generous distance and opted to simply observe. He preferred his fleeting time between trials to be solitary and the other occupants of the fog impeded on that desire. Lapdogs of the entity, unseemly creatures in every attitude, monsters and murderers that he somehow found a place among. Most of which he managed to tolerate. He could move along undetected by some, outsmart and escape those that weren’t pleased to discover him, chase off those who overstayed their welcome in Autohaven.

         Talkative ones, however, were erratic beyond his liking.

         It made his skin itch to see the ghost in the junkyard. The white mask stark against the moonlight, its expression horror’s portrait. Philip’s body had drawn taut. The spine of Azarov dug into his palm neath a binding grip. He never knew quite what to expect from the ghost face, but easily assumed it was often ill-intentioned. The man could slip by without a trace about as much as Philip himself, with nothing to alert his decided target beyond the occasional reek of cologne, or a merciful stroke of luck. Philip found no amusement nor pleasure from the theatrics the aforementioned seemed to delight in.

            The instant Philip saw a blade, he was quick to shield himself with nothing more than his bare arms— a perfunctory motion he would learn to regret. The buck 120 the ghost wielded, well-loved and well-used, cut into his forearm with ease.

            A disgruntled sound erupted from his throat, still effectively muffled by the bark that masked his mournful features. The gutteral noise was more RAGE than anguish; the wraith was beyond accustomed to the pain he routinely endured and inflicted. And as such, he swung his weapon reflexively, aiming to disarm the offending killer. The embodiment of terror and slaughter, so much so that he donned the face of an eternal shriek, and yet Philip could not help but muster some restraint against him. Perhaps it was the lingering pieces of him that was still human, teetering somewhere in the depths of where a soul once was— more likely, it was because he wanted no further qualms with the entity.

            He dared not speculate what would become of him if one of the almighty’s more favorable servants were to end up mangled.

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SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN people struggle with plotting so i figured making it into an askbox thing could help! 

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to  SETTINGS ✚ crossover between our fandoms ☽ sender’s verse in receivers fandom ☾ receivers verse in sender’s fandom ☯ alternate universe / separate fandom than both muses are in

ODDLY SPECIFIC ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk ＋ reporter/vigilante dynamic ∇ nurse/vigilante dynamic  ✿ innocent muse/morally grey dangerous muse  ❥ asshole/the one person they’re nice to ♛ bodyguard/person they’re protecting ◐ arranged marriage/match ◎ fake dating ¶ roommate AU ۞ one night stand turns into many and now we’re just kinda not sure what we are ❁ friends with benefits maybe some pining  © unrequited love except it isn’t unrequited ✡ unrequited love and it’s actually unrequited  ♖ i dated you to get back at someone in my life but i’m developing real feelings oh no ♮one night stand only to later learn we’re gonna be in some sort of setting together (professor/student, co-workers, etc)  ✏ we used to date and something didn’t work out but now you’re here and i’m still in love

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violent fighting prompts… 

(kick) : sender’s muse kicks receiver’s 

(hair) : sender’s muse pulls receiver’s hair

(punch) : sender’s muse punches receiver’s

(scratch) : sender’s muse scratches receiver’s 

(gun) : sender’s muse points a gun at receiver’s 

(wall) : sender’s muse throws receiver’s into a wall

(hold) : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s in a restraining hold

(beg) : sender’s muse begs receiver’s to stop attacking them

(fall) : sender’s muse kicks receiver’s legs out from under them

(club) : sender’s muse swings at receiver’s with bat / hard object

(slash) : sender’s muse swings at receiver’s with knife / sharp object

(powers) : sender’s muse attacks receiver’s with superpowers / abilities

(grab) : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s arm to keep them from escaping

(dirt) : sender’s muse throws dirt at receiver’s face to temporarily blind them

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𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬 !    (   sentence  starters  originating  from  jim  henson’s  1986  film  ‘ labyrinth ’ .  )

❛  oh ,  it’s  not  fair !  ❜ ❛  well ,  don’t  stand  there  in  the  rain  -  come  on .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  you’re  an  hour  late .  ❜ ❛  please ,  let me finish .  ❜ ❛  we  were  worried  about  you .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  do  anything  right ,  can  i ?  ❜ ❛  you’d  better  hurry ,  or  you’re  gonna  be  late .  ❜ ❛  you  really  wanted  to  talk  to  me ,  didn’t  you ?  ❜ ❛  i  hate  you .  i  hate  you !  ❜ ❛  knock  it  off .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  stop  it .  ❜ ❛  what’s  said  is  said .  ❜ ❛  i  didn’t  mean  it .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  brought  you  a  gift .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  don’t  defy  me .  ❜ ❛  you’re  no  match  for  me .  ❜ ❛  turn  back  before  it’s  too  late .  ❜ ❛  such  a  pity .  ❜ ❛  time  is  short .  ❜ ❛  shows  what  you  know ,  doesn’t  it ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  horrible .  ❜ ❛  if  that’s  all  the  help  you’re  gonna  be ,  you  can  just  leave .  ❜ ❛  you  take  too  many  things  for  granted .  ❜ ❛  thanks  for  nothing ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  things  aren’t  always  what  they  seem  in  this  place .  ❜ ❛  that’s  right ,  it’s  not  fair .  ❜ ❛  what  am  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜ ❛  i  knew  you  were  going  to  get  into  trouble  as  soon  as  i  met  you .  ❜ ❛  oh ,  don’t  sound  so  smart .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  what  do  we  have  here ?  ❜ ❛  what  a  nice  surprise .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  believe  anything  you  say ?  ❜ ❛  what  choice  have  you  got ?  ❜ ❛  you’ve  gotta  understand  my  position ;  i’m  a  coward .  ❜ ❛  you  little  cheat  -  you  nasty  little  cheat !  ❜ ❛  give  those  back  to  me !  ❜ ❛  the  way  forwards  is  sometimes  the  way  back .  ❜ ❛  will  you  please  be  quiet ?!  ❜ ❛  it  seems  like  we’re  not  getting  anywhere .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  only  friend  i’ve  got .  ❜ ❛  well ,  i’m  not  afraid .  ❜ ❛  i’m  used  to  it .  ❜ ❛  leave  me  alone !  ❜ ❛  please ,  i only have a little time left .  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  life  saver .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  what  have  you  done ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  be  there  for  you .  ❜ ❛  [ pronoun ]’ll  never  forgive  me .  ❜ ❛  it’s  all  junk !  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  see  why  we  have  to  be  so  quiet .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  are  you  alright ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  care  what  you  think  of  me .  ❜ ❛  i  forgive  you ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  everything  i’ve  done ,  i’ve  done  for  you .  ❜ ❛  i  move  the  stars  for  no  one .  ❜ ❛  i  have  been  generous  up  until  now .  ❜ ❛  what  have  you  done  that’s  generous ?  ❜ ❛  i  ask  for  so  little .  ❜ ❛  fear  me ,  love  me ,  do  as  i  say  &  i  will  be  your  slave .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  power  over  me .  ❜

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real quick tag dump !!  B)

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