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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

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by Jeremy Weber

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‘are you decent?’  not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking

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Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes at Roland's usual non-answers. Somehow he doubts he'll ever get a straight answer from the man. It was always Ka this and Ka that and talking in circles, answering questions with more questions.

He frowns at Roland, unsure if the man is trying to make a joke or if he is being serious. He decides to go with his normal reaction to, well pretty much everything. Making a joke himself. "Somehow, I think the others might notice if you started sleeping with a gag."

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Eddie sits near the campfire, idly poking at the embers as he waits for Roland to explain. Or not. Most likely the latter. Roland had a bad habit of never really explaining much at all, especially if it had anything to do with himself or his thoughts or feelings. Eddie is almost surprised when the gunslinger actually does continue.

“And why’re you telling me this and not the others?” He nodded off to the side where the others were still sleeping. “Or was it just the luck of the draw?” Eddie glanced up at his companion, trying for the thousandth time to read Roland’s face.

Roland watches Eddie for a moment, his face, as always, giving nothing away, except, perhaps, a hint of genuine consideration. It’s gone in a moment there, and perhaps it was never there at all. He turns again, back to the fire, head in profile to the younger Dean brother. 

“There is no luck of the draw, Eddie.” Which is just his roundabout way of answering in the way Eddie hates the most. Ka. “It came to you and I awake.”

A soft sigh. And Roland makes one of his rare attempts at a joke. Or. He might just be being serious. With him, it’s nearly impossible to tell.

“I know not to cry out in my sleep, so you needn’t gag me.” 

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Eddie sits near the campfire, idly poking at the embers as he waits for Roland to explain. Or not. Most likely the latter. Roland had a bad habit of never really explaining much at all, especially if it had anything to do with himself or his thoughts or feelings. Eddie is almost surprised when the gunslinger actually does continue.

"And why're you telling me this and not the others?" He nodded off to the side where the others were still sleeping. "Or was it just the luck of the draw?" Eddie glanced up at his companion, trying for the thousandth time to read Roland's face.

@makethedevilsethimselfonfire​ cont. from (x).

Roland does not find a point in telling Eddie nightmares have plagued him on and off since he was young. He does not find a point to tell Eddie much at all, really. He was quite good at keeping his own counsel, even when he quietly knew how important it was to be open with one’s ka-tet. It had been long since he’d been in any sort of tet, say true, and he was, perhaps, a little lacking on the manners of one. 

“Mm.” 

It seems like he may not give much of any more response, as he’s sat on his haunches, looking into the fire. But he does speak, in that flat, blank voice he has. 

“I tell you because it has become harder for me to go into rest at night. And I tell you because if I were to become less sharp because of it, it is you the burden falls on to pick up the pieces.” 

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Touches are non-verbal forms of communication. So send my muse a symbol, to see how my muse would touch yours, if...

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

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hopping off for the night like if i owe/will owe or if you'd like a starter when i get home from work tomorrow

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“I’m having nightmares.” - roland

Insomnia starters

"What's the world coming to when even you're having nightmares? Much less telling me about them."

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maybe I am hard to love but I love so hard

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Verses

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This is the Verse everything will be in unless otherwise stated

After being ‘drawn’ out of his own world and into a strange new one in 1987, heroin junkie Eddie Dean was forced to overcome his addiction and learn the trade of the Gunslinger from his new companions and ka-mates Roland, Susannah and Jake and is drug along on the quest to find the legendary Dark Tower. A quest which none of them expect to make it out of alive.

Before they reach the Dark Tower, Eddie was killed, only to wake up in another new world, more similar to his own than to Roland’s, seemingly his own but further in the future than when he left. He’s back in New York again, though he’s still trying to figure out this new time.

Ka-Tet of Ninety and Nine - Tag: #ka tet

In this Verse, Eddie is still in Mid-World with the Ka-Tet

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All things serve the fucking Beam

Independent, Canon Divergent, and Single-Verse Eddie Dean from Stephen King's The Dark Tower

sideblog for sugaraddictedarchangel, follows and messages will come from there

I track the tag makethedevilsethimselfonfire

FC: Aaron Paul

Mun: Lyd, She/They, 30, GMT-5

Mun and Muse are both legal and there could be smut here at some point. It may or may not be under a read more but WILL be tagged as nsfw. I WILL NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SMUT WITH A MINOR. If I find out someone has lied to me about their age to get me to smut with them, I will drop ALL communication and threads with that person. THIS IS YOUR ONE WARNING.

There may also be different possibly triggering themes, such as drug use, death and violence. I’ll try to tag everything as #insertwarninghere cw (drug use cw). If I don’t tag something and you need me to, just drop me a message and I’ll try to start adding those tags.

Rules:

I do not thread with personal blogs. If you are not an RP blog, I will NOT be making you a starter no matter how many times you like my starter call posts.

If you are not involved in the thread, DO NOT REBLOG IT. Likes are fine. Reblogs are not.

I am perfectly fine with the more adult themes - blood, gore, schmexy times, etc - but I’m not a big fan of actually writing smut and would generally prefer a fade to black. On this note, I WILL NOT SMUT WITH MINORS. If you try to lie to me about your age to get me to smut with you, I will cut off all contact immediately and any and all threads will be dropped no questions asked.

I don’t generally tag things, mostly because I am super forgetful, but I absolutely will if anyone needs me to.

Following, then unfollowing and refollowing will not get you a greeting. I rarely make greetings unless I get a particular bit of inspiration for one.

I am willing to thread with you even if I don’t know your fandom/you don’t have a fandom. I might have to get clarification on your character/fandom, but I absolutely don’t have to know the character/source material/fandom to be willing to thread with you. I am also OC friendly, as long as you’ve got some sort of about page or info for me to work with.

This is a - mostly - single verse blog. I have my main verse that is my default (where Eddie died and wound up back in New York in a different universe and a different time than his own), and I have a AU where he is still in Mid-World on the search for the Tower with the Ka-Tet

I don’t do passwords. If I follow you, I promise I’ve read your rules and other relevant pages, I just don’t like the whole “Message me this password to prove you read this” thing. I’m sorry if that offends anyone, it’s just not my cup of tea.

This is a NOT Multiverse blog. Every thread is in the same verse unless otherwise stated. Every once and a while I may do an AU. But it is something that I need to talk to you about before hand and I’d prefer if we had threaded before in my Main Verse first, though it’s not required.

Name: Edward Cantor Dean

Nicknames:Eddie

Age: 23ish. Time’s gone by differently since Roland ‘drew’ him from his world into Roland’s own.

Occupation: Gunslinger, one of the last

History: After being ‘drawn’ out of his own world and into a strange new one in 1987, heroin junkie Eddie Dean was forced to overcome his addiction and learn the trade of the Gunslinger from his new companions and ka-mates Roland, Susannah and Jake and is drug along on the quest to find the legendary Dark Tower. A quest which none of them expect to make it out of alive.

Before they reach the Dark Tower, Eddie was killed, only to wake up in another new world, more similar to his own than to Roland’s, seemingly his own but further in the future than when he left. He’s back in New York again, though he’s still trying to figure out this new time.

I’m keeping most of Eddie’s story before his death the same as the books but, as Jake said before his first death, “There are other worlds than these.” Eddie just happened to be reborn into a different time.

Important Info

For a more in-depth description of Eddie click here and here

Headcanons || Opens || Ask Memes || Verses

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so I just realized I made a pinned post for mobile for Gabriel, but never made one here for Imma get that done, plus make a verses page

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Autumn/Halloween Sentence Starters

Feel free to suggest conversation subjects for a part two.

“Autumn is my favorite season.” “Do you call it Fall or Autumn?” “I love it when the trees change.” “Don’t tell me you’re not dressing up for Halloween.” “It’s the mooost wonderful tiiime of the yeaaaaar~” “I miss when it was actually warm outside.” “I’m in pumpkin spice hell.” “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.” “I’m having a bonfire tonight. Wanna come?” “If you don’t carve pumpkins with me this year, we’re not friends anymore.” “If you don’t carve pumpkins with me this year, I’m breaking up with you.” “I drank a gallon of cider all by myself. I regret nothing.” “Let’s do a couple costume this year.” “Did you know they used to carve faces on turnips?” “There’s nothing quite as satisfying as stepping on a super crunchy leaf.” “October is when the creeps come out of hiding. Hence, I am here.” “Want to have a horror movie marathon with me?” “You ever realize that the fall smell everyone loves so much is just the scent of dying plants?” “We need to add more Halloweens to the year. 30 more to be exact.” “I’m not really superstitious. I think the whole ‘spirits returning to earth’ thing is ridiculous.” “Whether or not I believe in ghosts, I’m not going to risk it with a Ouija board.” “Let’s go to the Halloween store.” “You know, there are a lot of spooky legends about this time of year.” “Everything just seems more eerie in the fall.” “Ooh! I like this pumpkin pattern. I’m getting it.” “Something about Autumn just makes me melancholy.” “October is the best time for blankets and [hot beverage of choice].” “Take a walk with me. It’s so crisp and nice outside.” “Ah, October. The harvest season. Perfect for harvesting souls.” “Let’s go get lost in a corn maze. It’ll be fun!” “I want a pumpkin spice latte and I don’t care what anyone thinks.” “I’m still undecided on my Halloween costume this year.” “I don’t dress up anymore. That’s for kids.” “I’m so excited to see all of the adorable trick-or-treaters.” “I’m decorating the house as terrifying as possible to scare away trick-or-treaters. More candy for me.” “You give kids apples for Halloween? What kind of monster does that?!” “If you jump in this leaf pile right after I finish raking, I will spear you with this rake.” “Tell me the scariest story you have.” “Do you want to hear something scary?”

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prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

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some meme i guess

i’m 🍃 so here’s some random ass sentence starters that i probably got from tiktok

“we share a braincell and it’s my turn to use it today.” 

“i woke up too early today so i’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.”

“hi, i’m gay. give me attention.” 

“you’re probably wondering why i’m so tired, it’s from looking for the fucks to give.” 

“hey look, a depressed ugly bitch.”

“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t listening due to a severe case of ‘i don’t give a fuck.’“

“i look incredibly hot today and i think it’s a crime against humanity that no one is appreciating it.” 

“seriously? i wore my best heels for this?” 

“get in loser, we’re self sabotaging.” 

“oh wait, i just realized i don’t care.” 

“can you say that again? i heard you i just feel like maybe you didn’t hear yourself just say those words.” 

“well if you’re already checking me out, lemme do a spin.” 

“i’m too hot to understand what you’re talking about.” 

“i was going to ask for your opinion, then i remembered you don’t think.” 

“you poor sweet thing, you don’t have a thought behind those eyes do you?” 

“i just tried to cut my own bangs of course i’m not okay.”

“fetch me something gay.” 

“if it feels personal, that’s because it is.” 

“it’s okay for friendships to end. people leave. but not ours though, you know too much.” 

“there’s only room for one mentally unstable bitch in this house and i’ve already filled that position, get yourself together.”