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[mahmur]

hey, so would anyone like a short starter from my latest additions?

melina 🔥

hands 📞

ezio 🗡️

thane 🦂

yennefer 💜

phrolova 🦋

moros 🦌

of course the others are an option too just lmk in any way if you prefer an oldie 🙂‍↕️✨ or would like to plot beforehand/along the way 😚

[mahmur]

@fractempyreal's 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐋 ( accepting! ) ∘ ∘ ∘ ❝ run. run and don't stop. ❞

the sky splits like a wound. above them, the world has lost shape, folded into teeth, the ground cracks under the weight of something ancient. mundus rises from the black, throne and shadow, his voice a rumble that shakes the bones of the dead and the dying alike.

nero stands in the thick of it, boots half-sunk in broken stone, sword slick with blood that steams where it lands. his breath comes hard. each inhale tastes of sulphur, of metal, of the kind of magic that chews at the fringe of reason. vergil is ahead, yamato humming low in their hand, the blade a shard of stillness in the chaos. their coat tears in the wind, hair wild for once, face unreadable. vergil does not look back. doesn't have to.

they hiss run. run and don’t stop.

at first, nero believes it is meant for someone else. a stranger. perhaps for the boy he used to be, before the order, before the truth of blood carved itself into his spine. run. his body does not move. not forward, not back. he sees what vergil means to do, and it hits him like a slow collapse. the shape of sacrifice. not framed in love, not even in penance, in necessity. vergil, cold as ever, begins to wield their final gesture with the threatening slant of their blade. keep nero alive. die with purpose. seal the gate. the end, or what?! nero tightens his grip. red queen purrs in his palm, eager. stubborn. just like vergil.

vergil’s back is the shape of distance, of choices made too late. nero has had enough of distance. enough of being left behind. ❝ no. ❞ the word slips out, simple and brutal. ❝ you want to disappear in some self-made legend? go out alone in a blaze of sharp edges and guilt? screw that. ❞ he steps forward, each pace a rebellion, a refusal, a vow of change. the ground shakes violently beneath him. mundus looms, rage building a second storm behind the first. nero keeps walking, until he is beside vergil, shoulder to shoulder. not as a novice seeking approval. not as the child waiting to be seen. as someone who finally begins to see himself.

❝ you want an ending? fine. we write it together. no running. not this time. ❞ and something changes, not in vergil, all nero can see is how they remain a sculpture carved from restraint, but much more in the space between them. a fracture sealed by presence. the enemy roars. and the world bends.

[mahmur]

@angerrot's 𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄 ( accepting! ) ∘ ∘ ∘ ❝ i want to try and be terrific. even for an hour. ❞

she is taken off guard by the raw sincerity in esquie's voice, yearning, slightly tremulous. he has worn strength as a second skin, heck, he is made out of it. hearing him speak of something as fragile as aspiration leaves sciel momentarily unmoored. it makes her heart tighten in recognition, an ache they share apparently, the dull and little rewarding hunt for perfection.

ears trace the tones of hope etched in her companion’s tone, balanced precariously alongside an uncertainty he rarely reveals amidst his humoured rhymes. sciel feels an impulse to comfort him. take a bit of weight from his usually light heart. yet words get twisted on her tongue, tumbling over each other, while the feeling continues to press against her chest. an insistence that esquie deserves acknowledgement. the same type he gives to them so effortlessly, whenever they need it. even when they are not aware of it themselves.

❝ being terrific isn't always about being extraordinary, esquie. ❞ she worries she might inadvertently bruise the hopeful honesty esquie has just shown. make him retreat or just accept the forlornness. ❝ sometimes it's quieter. less about being flawless and more about… trying. the attempts, you know. just letting yourself hope at all is brave and tremendous. ❞

fingers absently trace the faintly frayed threads she wears as her sleeve. it is a gift, but also collects the echoes of past insecurities that ripple through every scar and imperfection. singing of the relentless hunger for significance, oh, how it whispers and coaxes, and persists. turning moments of doubt into painful reflections. to think esquie wrestles with the same restless yearning pierces through sciel’s usual reserve. ❝ you don't have to be perfect to be terrific, if that's what you're wondering. you just have to decide you're enough, right now, as you are. ❞ hoping esquie understood what she was truly saying. simply wanting something better for himself is already the purest form of courage.

[mahmur]

his mouth curls into that boyish smirk that means trouble, the one he always wears when he will go too far but likes the sound of his own voice too much to stop. ❝ ain't braggin' if it's true, ❞ he leans back just enough to look relaxed while still keeping her in his peripheral, she might throw another swat just for good measure.

proud of the job he has done earlier, of walking away with information (maybe a few scrapes, too) and of that feeling in his chest that he is not just some aimless bastard anymore. now, with abigail looking at him, lips tight and eyes half-lidded. the air shifts. gets heavier. closer. he scratches at the back of his neck, grin faltering just enough to show the man underneath it.

❝ i ain't tryin' to make myself out for more than i am, ❞ voice low and lacking its usual bark. ❝ i just… i dunno. feels good sometimes, knowin' i did right, this time. or close enough to it. ❞ john looks at her then, really looks, the way she always seems five steps ahead of everyone in the room, but carries it quiet. that old guilt creeps in as it has always done, slow and mean. he reaches for her hand, the one that had struck him, and holds it gently. it might vanish if he presses too hard. ❝ i'll hush, ❞ then thumbs the edge of her knuckles. ❝ you just gotta tell me when i start soundin' like an ass. 'cause i don't always hear it. ❞

the breath seated in her chest became a tightly wound ball. her eyes proceeded to roll less than discreetly as she managed to expel it all in a sigh. she slapped his thigh with the flat of her palm without warning just missing the force necessary to hurt him in any way.

clearly @mahmur had triggered her limits. “ pleeease. keep the braggin' to a minimum. ”

[mahmur]

hey, so would anyone like a short starter from my latest additions?

melina 🔥

hands 📞

ezio 🗡️

thane 🦂

yennefer 💜

phrolova 🦋

moros 🦌

of course the others are an option too just lmk in any way if you prefer an oldie 🙂‍↕️✨ or would like to plot beforehand/along the way 😚

[mahmur]

[mahmur]

revised slavoj's bio. i had to change some things that were significant for other plots BUT that shall not hinder us from future interactions 😚 we'll adapt! and i thiiiiiiiiiiiiiink ... i might ... readd hands because he does not leave me alone 😭

[mahmur]

my special talent? that i have a detailed copy of all three trailers stored in my head. 🎭 , ⚔️ , 🧬 .

[mahmur]

PROMPTS FROM SINNERS *  assorted dialogue from the 2025 film, adjust as necessary

i want you to promise right now.

i think that was the best day of my life.

was it like that for you?

you keep dancing with the devil... one day he's gonna follow you home.

drop the guitar, [name].

jump on the work. don't let the work jump on you.

if you don't mind, i'm gonna be late.

i've been working all week.

who are you, babe?

so tell me about chicago.

that's why we came back home.

figure we might as well deal with the devil we know.

don't move.

fuck that. it's gotta be tonight.

look at that sky.

you big enough to take me now, huh?

you keep your eyes open for anybody staring too long.

i'm gonna need you to come sit in this truck right here.

what can i do for you?

i'm trying to help you.

i was doing better before you shot me in the ass.

why are you paying for this?

how fast does this thing drive?

i can show you better than i can tell you.

i seen you somewhere before.

maybe i'll see you tonight.

don't look at her.

you know, i waited for you.

i am your way out.

there's some weird shit going on out here.

i'm married, by the way.

you told me you loved me.

i told you to stay the fuck away from me, too, but i guess you didn't hear that part, huh?

keep your voice down now.

remember falling asleep with your head on my chest, leaving in the middle of the night without a fucking word?

i drank it.

need you to give us a moment.

i'm gonna need you to show some respect.

i don't want your money.

you wanna make me say it?

i thought i could trust them, but they trying to kill me.

just don't let them hurt me no more.

have you seen anyone recently?

i don't think you should be here.

you making any money with that thing?

they hurt you?

so you'll kill for me.

why can't you just say that?

somebody take me in your arms tonight.

you're beautiful. i just want to taste you.

i think you're in the wrong place.

we'll be on our way.

you better enjoy the rest of the night.

i wish in my heart that we'd have met sooner.

we got us a problem.

best thing about me is you.

where the hell you been at?

i'm supposed to walk back?

can i at least get my money?

open up this door. let me outta here.

we're gonna find a way out of this, i promise.

you telling the truth?

they feel the same.

everything's gonna be all right now.

i'll see you soon.

sorry i couldn't keep you safe.

we are connected, you and i, to everything.

[mahmur]

added thane krios and phrolova to the roster. also thinking about giving phrolova or evren a fear and hunger verse 👉👈 while looking longingly at disco elysium...

[mahmur]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[mahmur]

Hi! I came across your blog and just wanted to say I adore the way you formatted your carrd. It's clean, easily accessible, aesthetically pleasing and I love the little [choose your character] blurbs. They're very creative and make the whole thing feel interactive and welcoming. ^_^

aahhh, it's so sweet of you to reach out and tell me !! i wish i could let you know personally, how grateful i am 🥰 it took me a while to find the style i felt comfortable with and i always enjoyed setting my carrd up like a character selection page with a hint of eeriness to it ;> i hope you know i appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts with me !a lot! and i will never forget the moment... i sat on the toilet, watching my tiktoks and my heart stopping for a second when i got an "anonymous message" only to then realise it's THE COOLEST anon message i've ever received 💜✨

[mahmur]

in the dim canvas light john sits half-tilted, spine aching like an old nail rusted into wood, breath shallow but stubborn. the world outside the tent grows louder now. birds daring to sing again, the wind not so cruel, the ground crumbling under hoof and heel. the frost melts off the edge of his soul, but not all the way. pain still clings to him in strange places. under the ribs, behind the eyes, where recurring visions nest. there, crows in a dead tree. arthur’s voice, a stone tossed into still water. too sudden.

❝ get better? ❞ he says at last, voice roughened by sleep, fever, and the thousand things that rage against his skull. ❝ you think this is about bone and skin? ❞ and his eyes catch arthur’s in a trap. ❝ you don’t stitch up the kind of break i got, arthur. there’s things in me that never heal right. and maybe that’s on me. maybe i let it rot too long. but you don’t ask a man who’s been drownin’ when he’s gonna learn to breathe. you ask why the hell he keeps jumpin’ back in. ❞

outside, the camp bristles with noise. jack’s laughter, the clatter of pots, someone cussin’ over a stubborn horse. normal life stretches its limbs again. and here they are, stuck in the murk between survival and whatever piss-show comes next. ❝ i’ll get better when i figure out what the hell that even means. until then… i’ll sit here. breathe through the pain. let abigail scold me. and maybe one day, i’ll be more than a ghost in my own tent. my own life. ❞ he looks at arthur again, jaw set. ❝ so unless you come with a story better than the one in my head, let me be broken for a bit ❞

( starter call. )

@mahmur (John)

They were finally out of those mountains. John seemed to be recovering each day since they reached Horseshoe Overlook. As bitter as he was towards the man, Arthur still cared for his brother and sometimes he would check on him.

Approaching John's tent, he glanced at Abigail and politely asked her to leave. Then, he grabbed a seat, souring his expression as he looked at the man. "When are you gonna get better, huh?"

[mahmur]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?

𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : who are you without the company of others? you aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. you are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. it can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. you deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. you don’t have to be everything to everyone.

𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 : your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. but it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. you don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

tagged by : @fantombe ( i did both of them, hooray 😍🥰 ) tagging : @psychescape , @ofurizen , @lasraichean , @prvtocol , @cloudboxing , @moonsworn , @wh0rehome , @mercysought .

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[mahmur]

@darkdevour's 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐘𝐀 ( accepting! ) ∘ ∘ ∘ ∗ o6﹕ a text containing a picture .

the vending machine at her side buzzes pitifully, screen cracked, its flickering interface begging for coins it will never read again. it spits out one can, a threat rattling into the tray. she picks it up. it is neon green, pulsing faintly under the light like it is radioactive, wrapped in warning labels and puns from three languages no one speaks fluently anymore. one of those drinks marketed to mercs and wireheads: stay alert, stay awake, stay unalive just a bit longer.

⸻𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶﹔ a selfie of so mi holding up the can of some crazy looking beverage, her expression deadpan. behind her, the flickering streetlamp and the half-functional vending machine.

it is a timestamp. proof that she is still here, still tethered to the world by aluminium and ghost-thin memories.

⸻𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶﹔ thought of you. specifically your method of “fixing” things with a boot and a curse. hope you’re not dead. or worse, bored.

[mahmur]