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so!   i'll  try  to  get  back  on  track  this  week  and  i'll  be  answering  to some  open starters  to  fuel  my  muse  +  replying  to  some  drafts  really  slowly.  if  anyone  wants  to  plot  i'll  be  around  to  chat  in  the  dm!,  but  also,  consider  this   a  reverse  starter  call   so  i  can  answer  to  some  of  your  opens!!!

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↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛ���ʳˢᵉ  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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“and what do you think?” sierra asks from where she stands, voice low and grave, and closes her book with a quiet thud. there is no trace of humor there, no suggestion of what exactly she is referring to, but if only jack dares looking closely enough, he’ll see how the corner of her lips tilt ever so slightly, amused or—something else. it’s quite the ironic subject for her, one would say. “does he?” she clarifies, and her own answer sits between them like a secret shared: not in her experience, no. she is god’s child, but she is her father’s too—ungodly, unrighteous in his righteousness. her lack of faith is seldom merely skepticism; it’s material. good thing she doesn’t care either.

“wanna go talk to the preacher tomorrow or do we investigate somewhere else first?”

➬ open to: all ➬ muse: jack grey. former detective. private investigator. ➬ plot: detective jack grey, a disillusioned former cop turned private investigator, is called to redemption ridge to investigate a series of brutal murders that have left the town on edge. each victim is found near the town's abandoned churches, their bodies arranged in grotesque, ritualistic fashion, with biblical verses carved into their flesh—messages like “god doesn’t care.”

as jack digs deeper, he uncovers a disturbing truth: the town’s pastor, once revered, vanished years ago after a scandal rocked the church. since then, religious fervor in redemption ridge has taken a dark turn. the current preacher, father elijah, is charismatic but radical, delivering sermons that claim god has abandoned them, and that only through suffering and blood can they hope to cleanse their sins.

the deeper jack investigates, the more the line between reality and faith blurs. the victims are tied to the town’s elite, those who have lived in secret sin for decades. jack begins to suspect that the murders may not be random but part of a twisted judgment on the town. it’s as if someone—or something—has taken it upon themselves to punish the wicked, with a belief that god doesn’t care enough to intervene.

❝ god doesn't care, ❞

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Legacies, 4.07

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#married already

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Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart; “August 24, 2018”

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“what makes you think i don’t, love?” she deadpans, and spares a single glance at harlow to drive the point home. it’s the foul mood of someone who’s not playing pretend anymore, her act to get into all the other mercenaries’ good graces long gone since everything went to shit hours ago. truth be told, eirwyn is furious. she had been counting on a full group of bulky, strong lot to get that damn reward; not her own bony white ass and another 44-pound company that wasn’t even her favorite one of the party. she doesn’t know if what’s killed half of them was indeed the beast or something else, but eirwyn refuses to die for anybody other than herself. there are times the coin isn’t worth it. “look—i’m sorry. it’s just a shitty situation on a shitty day of a shitty month. do you really intend to keep on hunting that thing—whatever the bloody fuck that was?”

open to: males/ females / nonbinary (mutuals & non-mutuals!) muse: harlow chen (they/them), 24, bisexual, rookie adventurer/mercenary plot: lightlyyyyy based on this song, harlow and your muse got lost in the woods, split from the group of mercenaries they were working with to kill a monster (we can plot further if you'd like or just wing it!)

✧˚ · . ❝ SO, YOU’RE BEING REALLY QUIET, ❞ harlow says, their voice a little hesitant but tilting up into teasing by the time they continue, ❝ DO YOU THINK I BITE OR SOMETHING? ❞ they try to throw an easygoing grin in the other’s direction, but it’s clear the other isn’t in the mood. and fair – harlow can’t deny the fact that they’re not supposed to be here. they barely know each other, after all, only on the same path because they sought the same reward for killing the beast terrorizing the local farmers. getting lost in the woods at night – together, split from the other’s group of mercenaries – was never part of the plan. harlow isn’t expecting them to become best friends, but a little more civility wouldn’t hurt. ❝ I DON’T, IF THAT WASN’T CLEAR. ❞

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charlotte’s head snaps at lorena’s direction like a viper ready to strike. she’s seething. she wants to scream, she wants to hit something—more importantly, she wants to run. “oh, yes?” the girl breathes, the words breaking into a strangled whisper as she takes a step back. “how... thoughtful of you. when exactly was that, my darling sister-in-law?” it’s hard, not knowing whether she’s going to attack or not. every inch of charlotte’s body is taut as a bowstring. “and would you mind telling why?” why trying, why not trying enough, why all of that.

OPEN TO : f / nb PLOT : lorena's family is inspired by the le domas family from ready or not . basically a plot inspired by grace and daniel . connections could be one of her sibling's or cousin's new partner, or maybe just someone who works for her family and didn't know what they were getting into , or literally anything at all .

" I TRIED TO WARN YOU ." the words are blunt and accompanied with a near indifferent shrug . perhaps the warning was too subtle, but it was hardly like ren could be blatant with the message . they sigh as they move to take another drag from their cigarette . " you should have run ."

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“just... ended up here,” charlotte echoes, cautiously, as if trying to read through his words, his intentions. she does not move a muscle at first, but there is some growing tension when she looks back at her foyer and moves out into the night, closing the door behind her. she wants to ask if he’s okay, if everything went alright with the tour, but it’s just the way she is: charlotte never truly speaks what’s in her mind. it wouldn’t start with today. “i don’t think that’s a good idea. we didn’t—why would you think it is, fionn? we were not exactly on good terms last time we talked. and you expect me to just do what? open my arms and welcome you in? pretend everything is fine?”

open starter for w/nb muses muse: fionn sheridan, 26, straight, he/him, paul mescal fc, singer and musician

"the tour ended, i got dropped off at my place and i guess i just... started walking and ended up here. can i come in?"

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victor snorts out a laugh—it isn’t humorous, and surely not aimed at nancy’s words. it’s a melancholic, self-deprecating one. it takes a lot to get him in this mood, stoic as he is, but talking about the dead—or the missing—does the trick just fine.  “and it never gets easier, does it?”  the lack of control, the loss.

from the cabinet he had taken a glass and poured a finger of bourbon into it, he raises a small toast.  “to those we couldn’t keep safe—and to those we could.”

⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ open to: anyone ! feel free to assume connection. ⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ muse: nancy drew, twenty-three, girl detective. doesn’t know how to process grief so she expects everyone around her to be the same.

is a novice at consoling people, despite how often she seems to have to do it. ❛ accidents happen, as much as we wish they didn’t. you can’t keep everyone safe, no matter how hard you try. ❜

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drip, drip, drip. blood runs down the tip of her blade, oozing over the dirt in a sick, eerie painting: a girl clad in blue, one of her short puffy sleeves bloodstained and torn open, dress ballooning around her as she turns to fully face the stranger. it’s the most vulgar of contrasts, verging on an insult to the lifelessness that encompasses everything in silent hill: her vibrancy, the spring in her step as she moves, even her voice, chirpy as a strong-willed bird when she says: “why, hello, sir.” alice wipes the vorpal blade clean on her white apron, and before she is saying another word, her brand-new radio is ripped away from her hands. “hey!” she protests, to no avail, and tries to snatch it back, staring in disbelief as it is smashed under his gun, the static dying like a crying vermin. her mouth stays wide open. “do i have a death wish? i needed that to live, sir. what’s wrong with you?” she points her blade at the recently mutilated deformity spoiling the ground, its corpse twisted in a strange angle. it smells of decay. “how do you expect to know when they’re nearby?”

open to: anyone .

plot: charlie is based off the playable character in p.t. who finds himself in silent hill in an attempt to find a way to 'cure' himself of the monster inside him . your muse could either be a manifestation of his dead wife / family or just someone else wandering around the mysterious town .

a  shard  of  icy  cold  fear  spears  through  him  the  second  he  hears  static  coming  from  some  nearby  radio .  who  the  hell  is  stupid  enough  to  turn  one  on  in  a  place  like  this...  he  spots  a  figure  amongst  the  fog  and  wastes  no  time  bolting  over  to  them .  "hey!"  he  barks  out  as  he  slides  his  shotgun  down  from  his  shoulder .  he  doesn't  bother  looking  at  them  as  he  rips  the  tiny  radio  from  their  hands  and  tosses  it  onto  the  ground .  the  device  breaks,  but  charlie  still  crouches  down  to  smash  it  further  with  the  end  of  his  shotgun  before  it  could  make  a  sound .  before  he  would  hear  those  voices  that  made  him  do  things...  he  stands  back  up  with  a  scowl .  "you  got  a  death  wish  or  sumthin' ?"

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so!   i'll  try  to  get  back  on  track  this  week  and  i'll  be  answering  to some  open starters  to  fuel  my  muse  +  replying  to  some  drafts  really  slowly.  if  anyone  wants  to  plot  i'll  be  around  to  chat  in  the  dm!,  but  also,  consider  this   a  reverse  starter  call   so  i  can  answer  to  some  of  your  opens!!!

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"Female rage is so underrepresented. That's what makes it so terrifying, because we can't predict it; because we don't see it very often. We don’t know what’s going to happen." — ELLA PURNELL

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só queria dizer que joguei com seu victor em rp de grupo e sempre achei ele muito maravilhoso!!!

ow, isso deixou meu coração quentinho! 🥺💖 muuuito obrigada, viu? sai do anônimo pra gente jogar alguma coisinha por aqui ;;