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Im archiving this blog as of today. Nobody RPs over here with me (probably bc its a sideblog) and I just don’t want this blog sitting here collecting dust. I haven’t decided if I’ll actually make this into a main blog or just abandon it, but if I do I’ll def announce it here. If I do, I’ll just keep my DBD muses bc the ppl who I mainly made the OCs for/with isn’t on Tumblr anymore and I just don’t have any motivation for them due to that.

Thank you all for interacting with me! Can’t express that enough- smooches to all ~ Jek.

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should i move this blog to a main? im also going to be dropping all non-dbd muses?

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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im creating a dossier page to elaborate on my muses (DBD mostly) backstories bc im a slut for this shit - go check it out!

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Take your time, Anna. Her mother’s voice, muddled but still resonantly clear, echoed in her headspace and she could’ve swore she felt the hand of her long gone father on her shoulder. If she had time to concentrate enough, she might’ve been able to imagine him smiling broadly like he used to. A minute of patience can save you from a night of hunger.

But she didn’t need a minute. Just a few seconds, and - whoosh! The Huntress got that internal notification, the gentle whispering all around her that praised her for spilling blood. So she did hit him, though she had no idea of how accurate her shot had been.

Anna debated internally for a moment on whether or not she should reload before she goes over there, turning halfway around to the highlighted auras of her precious sidearms, but then turned back and started quickly marching over to where she had launched her attack.

There was a generator nearby, perhaps they had hidden behind there...? No, walking around it, she saw no signs of someone who had been lingering foolhardy, so her prey must’ve gone the other way. 

Humming the same tune she had hummed ever since she could remember, the Russian monstress did a complete turnabout and walked towards the house-looking structure that Survivors loved to run around and around like dogs chasing their tails or legs, and paused at the wide entrance that was made to look small with how broad her own shoulders were, looking around to gauge her surroundings and slowly stepping forward-

The dirt wetly crunched beneath one of her bare feet. Blood. Anna quickly bent forward, reaching out her hand to quickly get a quick touch of the vanishing liquid, and bringing it to her lips to preform a taste test. Fresh but drying, and sharp tasting as life itself. So her prey was either in here or had just left, and gravely wounded. 

The notification of her other prey being taken off the hook registered in the back of her mind, but she had a new squirrel to hunt, now. Casting her gaze out over the windowsills, both open and boarded up, caught nothing out of place, nothing disturbed, and nothing of her interest.

So her prey was inside. Straining her ears, the masked Killer breathed heavily between parted lips as she craned her neck to hear a cry of pain, or even the sound of bandages being wrapped in a vain attempt to bandage wounds that was bleeding profuse due to her special concoction.

Anna heard nothing. So it was more than likely the saboteur himself that she had injured. She would have her work cut out for her, then, now that she couldn’t track him by his cries of anguish. 

But they all bled just the same. Except for that large and loud man that always brought her bloodlust to a boiling point.

“ворона“ She called out, hoping to startle the prey out into the open, starting her quick walk-around the shelter, peering her head over each and every hay bale and plank of wood in search of her prey. There- more blood! He is still inside! 

Switching to to her sporadic English, Anna spoke loudly and from deep within her chest, laughter bubbling forth as more and more blood puddles were spotted, closer and closer together. She had yet to see her prey, but they must be very close. “Come out, prey! I see blood!”

It was odd to Anna how some skills were taught among Killers, but she wasn't one to complain, not when that Man's Trick (Hangman's Trick) alerted her to one pesky saboteur starting to pick apart the base of a hook from across the cornfield. Corn stalks tickling her face, Huntress unsheathed her last hatchet from her belt and reared it back, lining up the shot that would bring grievous injury to the saboteur. If she missed, she would easy lose her prey. Let's hope she didn't. (bittermurmurings)

@bittermurmurings // ( always accepting asks )

The farm was differentthan he remembered it being. The lighting felt more washed out, the colors asickly hue of yellow that made him stand out all the more amidst the cornfields and bays of hale. Maybe he should consider trying to find a change ofclothing in the way the others had. Jake picks at his scarf as he walks his wayover towards one of the nearby generators and gets to working. The toolbox he’dbrought was better suited for dismantling hooks. If he could get them mostly taken apart and paid attention tothe others, he should be able to destroy them before the killer was able to getanyone hooked.

Or, that was the idea. He finishes the generator, justin time to hear someone go down, their cry ringing out through the field ofcorn. Jake turns and rushes towards a nearby hook. It’s nowhere near where theperson was downed and then subsequently hooked, but he’ll get this side readyfor whenever they come this way. Whoever theywere. He had yet to hear a heartbeat and that left his chest cold with anticipation.Very few killers were able to mask the terror that made his heart race. Thenightmare, the huntress, the Shape . .  . That new killer he’d yet to meetin a trial called the Pig. There’d been no ringing of a bell which ruled outthe Wraith so then who?

His fingers start to slow, the hook’s screws and wiresare loosened or cut to the point where if he goes any further it will fallapart. If he does that it’ll just come back, so he’ll leave it here for now.Jake straightens up from his crouched position just in time for something tohit him square between his shoulder blades. With a ragged gasp, the impactsends him forward, the hook’s base catching his weight and keeping him upright.He grits his teeth through the pain and reaches behind, fingers brushing acrossworn wood. He grabs the handle and yanks it out, the hatchet dropping to theground beside the steadily growing pool of blood.

Huntress.

How did she know – ?

It doesn’t matter he has to get moving. Jake sets outat a run, through the field and towards the house where he may be able to finda medkit if he’s lucky. His legs aren’t moving as fast as he’d like and he’sbleeding more than he should be. What wasthat hatchet coated in? The sound of her humming is getting louder and heducks beside a couple of hay bales, sounds of pain muffled behind an iron will.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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Betrayal & Regret Sentence Starters

“I told you not to get too close to me.” “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.” “I wish you never had trusted me.” “I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!” “We were never friends. I’m so sorry.” “I did something terrible.” “It was inevitable, but I regretted it every step of the way.” “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the way, I started to care about you.” “I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” “How long?…Since the beginning.” “I wish I could just make a wish and become a better person.” “None if it was real, but I wish it was.” “Do you think I liked hurting you?” “I hurt people. It’s all I’m good at.” “I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.” “I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice.” “You should have walked away when you had the chance.” “If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief.” “I know it hurts, but I’m still glad we had the chance to know each other.” “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” “I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” “I guess I’ve just never been a trustworthy person.” “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” “So? Aren’t you going to say something?” “If I tell you what I did, we’ll probably never see one another again.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?” “Why me? Of all people, why me?” “You planned this all from the beginning?” “I wanted so badly to think you were different.” “How could you lead me along like that?” “None of what we had was ever real, was it?” “So, our friendship didn’t mean anything to you?” “I would have done anything for you, but you’ve ruined all of that.” “All of the things I sacrificed for you didn’t mean a thing?” “I wish I had known when we met that you were such a vile person.” “If I could go back, I would just walk away.” “I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget what you did.” “No. I don’t accept your apology.” “After all your lies, how do I know you mean it when you say you’re sorry?” “I hope you realized what you did was cruel.” “I still care about you.” “Just tell me that your feelings towards me were genuine.” “What on earth is worth betraying someone who loves you?” “If you want to regain my trust, you have to earn it.” “Don’t just say you’re sorry. Show me that you’re sorry.”

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Huntress HC’s

-Never says the word ‘yes’. It’s always da/да. Just doesn’t feel right to her.

-Knows some minor English when she arrived from the Entity's realm (like yes, no, hello, goodbye, etc) from her father, who often traveled into bigger Russian cities to sell pelts and furs and where knowing some English was a necessity.

-Speaking of, her father disappeared the winter her mother died. He went into town one day, and never came back. A friend of his later came by the family’s house and told them that he had been attacked by some poorer folk who were jealous that he always brought in superior pelts that began after an altercation and that he died a short while after the rabble. 

-Anna was 8 or 9 when her mother and father both died. Even though they lived in a poor and desolate region of Siberia, her father had a larger house than most due to his superior hunting skills, which his wife also possessed, and even at a young age, Anna showed a keen aptitude in. Her parents would be proud of her skills.

-Even though she never really was taught to develop past a child’s age, she’s not fully mentally a child. She’s intelligent and a fast learner, more like she possesses child-like qualities. She’s experienced many adult things, watched and learned from adults in neighboring villages. Especially when watching the other Killer and Survivors.

-Anna doesn’t particularly like men. She thinks that their too loud and aggressive, something she learned both inside and outside the Entity’s Realm. But, she does tend to favor more quiet and gentler men, those like Quentin, Jake, Jeff (when he’s not playing death metal), and perhaps Dwight. The only man she can 100% say she will forever love is her father. Even though he was a bit rough around the edges and gone a lot hunting or trading, Anna only had many happy memories with him.

-But she really just likes to mess with Dwight. She likes to play with people, which often involves scaring them shitless.

-By current times, Anna is decently fluent in English, mostly just from listening to Survivors, Killers, and even the Entity. But she IS the personal embodiment of that Russian meme person that says “Get in car” bc everyone else is so stupid they must say “Get in THE car”. She thinks she’s pretty slick huh

-Even still, she often misses words or uses the word word because she doesn’t know the right word. She’s trying, okay

-She has no qualms about hurting people who are loud and who taunt and bully her. She enjoys hunting and killing them very much. But she feels the closest thing to regret or remorse she can as a Killer when she kills someone she likes.

-She has a list of Survivors she wants to adopt. And Amanda.

-When the Entity isn’t making her hunt and kill, if you approach her slowly and cautiously enough, she’ll entertain you unless you make a threatening move. Or if your David and Feng Min. They are kill-on-sight.

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In case any Survivor had forgotten, Anna was quite... territorial. That applied with anything that was hers, especially when she was on her own map, her own land, even her hooks. She would’ve thought that this one in particular, the one who was so skilled in taking apart the hooks, would’ve known better, would’ve perhaps shown her more respect.

Anna dimly thought that maybe it had been accidental, but her rage told her that he was defying her on purpose, had done it to spite her, to try and prove himself the alpha on her land- she would not have that!

She tossed him back onto the ground, feeling nothing but rage and bloodlust as she charged after him, she hand her axe raised high above her head, ready to bring it down somewhere on his torso- until he said sorry. Sorry? Oh, she bet he was sorry! Now that she had proven herself tougher than him, stronger, more dominant. 

But does he respect her? He may feel those feelings, but the main one she wants is submission. And looking into his eyes, she saw none. She needed to fix that. 

Anna considered how to hurt him, her mind a jumbled mess of raging bloodlust that sung for revenge, and oh!, she would have it! But this one was so resilient to pain, she would have to do more than that. She lowered her axe, a faux sign of acceptance and surrender from her- but then lept forward and yanked hard on his leg, and dragged him backwards towards the hook he had been messing with, and picked him up, but went past it and headed for the large hook on the hill.

She only paused for a moment to snag a large piece of rope from a broken pallet, and continued on dragging him by his ankle, not caring for how dirty or how many times he bumped against the ground. Once she reached the hook, she pulled him up completely off the ground, holding his feet together as she quickly tied and bound them together, then tied them to the hook, leaving him dangling upside-down, and then quickly binding his hands behind his back, making it tight enough that his back was forced to arch painfully backwards.

And for further embarrassment purposes, she stuffed a ripped piece of cloth in his mouth and gagged him. The whole debacle had cost her the precious time that it took to complete one generator, but to her, it was worth it. He looked like a still writhing deer, just waiting to be butchered and become her next meat meal.

“Ha!” She laughed, obviously pleased with herself, a sadistic grin stretching across her face as she watched him struggle, her childlike playstyle mixing with her feral nature. “Struggle!” Anna tore her gaze from the restrained man, spotting a small form out in the distance staring at her, before they darted inside of her home. Growling in territorial imperative, she gave Jake’s dangling body a harsh shove, enjoying his swinging body dangling helplessly.

“No one will save you.” And with that, she jumped off the hill and headed inside. Nobody better get her prize off the hook. They would pay if they did; no one was going to touch her prize!

She told him not to, and he did it anyways! Anna, growling in frustration when the bird boy disobeyed her, she grabbed a fistful of his hair from where he was kneeling at the base of the hook, she pulled him flush against her chest to stare him in his wide eyes, slapping the side of her broad axe against the side of his face. "No. Sabo!" Then quite literally tossed him to the ground, bloodlust taking over and charging at her prey that she had tossed a good distance. bittermurmurings/ Huntress

The hook is nearly finished with, hanging on by a hair. The dull hum reaches him first, followed by the heavy footfalls, and she’s in his space in an instant, dragging him up with a yank at his hair. A sharp noise staggers out him, surprise and pain, heartbeat shattering the sound barrier. Now he does realize who’s trial he’s in, forced to stare up into the dark eyes of the Huntress. He winces slightly, the side of her axe swatting him, like a child being reprimanded. 

And then she releases him, or tosses him–like he weighs little more than a ragdoll. Winded, a gasp rakes from his lungs when his back impacts with the earth, and then he’s scrambling-staggering-stumbling to his feet.

“Sorry–” It stumbles out, the apology tight and odd, like a different language all-together. Why was he sorry? His mother, picking him up from the back of an ambulance at a house party: I’m sorry. Maybe it’s that the woman in the rabbit mask has been kind to him more than once. The clown’s caravan, his butterfly knife and ugly laugh, the old dwelling and the bitter herbal remedies. He raises his hands slowly, a surrender; “I’m sorry.”

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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been a while, have a dwight :^)

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“You have no fucking idea.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What the fuck?”

“How the fuck?”

“What the fucking hell?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” 

“How the fuck did you do that?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I think we should fuck.”

“You really wanna fuck with me?”

“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”

“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” 

“What the fuck are you watching?” 

“Where the fuck are we?” 

“How the fuck do we end this?” 

“Where the fuck do you turn it on?” 

“Have you seen this fucking thing?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What a fucking surprise.”

“You fucking well know what you did.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

“Quit fucking bragging.”

“Are you here to fucking brag?”

“I said fucking LEAVE.” 

“I heard they fucked your best friend.”

“You know how this fucking movie ends?”

“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”

“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”

“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”

“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.” 

“They fucking hated you.”

“They fucking loved you.”

“We all fucking burn in the end.”

“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”

“What did you fucking take?” 

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

“They’re fucking dead.”

“Who the fuck did you ask out?” 

“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”

“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

“Don’t fucking call me again.”

“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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“...I have met many different beings in this place, but this is the first one with a natural skill of hunting. In any other place one could deem it a talent. But her knack for tracking, capturing and killing is something else here. There is something else in her too, she seems to seek something.”

The Huntress from Dead By Daylight / An RP blog for DBD Multimuses

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Happy New Year!!!