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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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“So quick to turn away now that you don’t have a little attack dog to fight for you. Where has your pride gone?” He mocked, stepping ever so closer to the elder Saiyan. He made no further moves, wanting to see how Paragus would play his hand next. Vegeta was here to observe and if called upon, to act.

“My allowing you to continue on is a kindness, do remember that.” 

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“Given that this is my planet, I should be the one saying that to you.” He would forever embrace the heritage of his home, but as the Earth had become his home, Vegeta saw it fit to stake his claim. 

“Here you are, skulking about with your tail between your legs, no doubt deliberating on some grand plan in which you seek revenge on my father by killing me. And rather than wait to hear your impassioned ramblings, I came to settle the score for you.” Lest the older man come and interrupt something of real importance to him. 

There were truth to the prince’s words, none in which would ever be outright admitted; Paragus had isolated himself, away from all civilization, refusing to leave it because he was afraid. Perhaps, if he hadn’t been crippled by the death beam that narrowly missed his heart, he’d have flown at the younger Saiyan himself; it was honorable to die in true battle, with or without his son near. But it wouldn’t be a fight. He’s seen the power Vegeta had achieved.

Unfortunately, there weren’t any ‘grand plan’. Paragus feared that his days were limited before he could ever see justice brought to, now, two backstabbers. Stuck on this world, his son outright gone from this world and who knew where; all that was left was this anger that kept him alive.

❝After all these months, and you’d come to ‘settle the score FOR me’? Spare me your peddling words, prince.❞ The title was spat out, as revolting to mention it as it was to talk about the king. It could very well be begging to be killed for being disrespectful, but he was beyond caring. ❝I want NOTHING to do with you. Leave me be.❞

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“They’re both holed up in Trunks’ room playing...” It took him a minute to find the word.

“Videoed games.” Yes, something absurd like that. Vegeta opened the door and stepped back, allowing her entrance to the house. 

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“Oh, V-Vegeta! Good to see ya. Is Goten around, or is he still playin’ with Trunks?” 

She was here to pickup her some from his play date at his friend’s house. She didn’t expect the solitary Saiyan to answer the door instead of Bulma or her mother.

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– Hey there! I’d appreciate if you would float this around on your dash; this blog features FIVE characters from the franchise “Dragon Ball Z” && “Dragon Ball Super”, who I am itching to use!

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Paragus (au post movie verse)

Korn

Kibito

Tapion

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"C'mon Vegeta! Ya know we can't train close to that house you share with Piccolo"

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“Says the one who propositioned me for a fight, right next to that house.”

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lo, what's that in the distance? a quality Vegeta you say? premium, you say? where can I get 3279343284 of them? There's only one you say? And it's pride of the prince? Hmmm intriguing.

IM--YOU--

I’m coming your way at terminal velocity with love in my fist because YOU sir, are going to receive my thanks and subsequent adoration!!! 

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VEGEEEEEEEEEEETA--tell us how you really feel about your big green husband. No lying allowed.

“Piccolo’s alright.” His lips twitch ever so slightly, as if he felt particularly amused. The truth did not lie in the words so much as it did his phrasing, the use of the Namekian’s name instead of the Prince’s favored form of address. The subtle praise, not grand in any sense of the word, but still present.

“Better luck next time.” Vegeta was not bound by any sort of magic, so he’d leave it at that. 

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“As do I.” He then raised an eyebrow at her comment, somewhat confused by the absurdity of it. 

“Why waste the trip? We have gravity generators for that.”

She stared at him for a second in annoyance before rolling her eyes, she will take it without the handshake. The first thing that came to mind in answer to what he just said was. “I train under gravity every day, too bad the gravity of this planet, barely gettin a workout so I end up goin back to planet sadala in my universe each morning. Yer turn” 

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“Look at you, dictating terms,” Said the royal, a smirk on his face. He found great amusement in her ire and in knowing that despite their forced interaction that he wouldn’t go quietly into this.  

“Fine. I suppose I will tell you a bit about me then. First things first...” He crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t shake hands.”

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She couldn’t help but pinch the middle of her nose in annoyance while looking down at the ground. Wasn’t going to make it easy now, was he? “Don’t expect any words out of me if you don’t intend to say anythin about yourself either. We agree and we shake hands if I feel like yer lying to me even for one second, your head’s smashed against somethin’. Got it, pal?”

Better to ignore the papers in his ears if she went to not end up with them fighting again and destroying this place. Almost regretting that Piccolo is a good friend of her now. She gotta resist the urge to launch her punch in his boy-friend head.

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“I don’t know if I should be honored or insulted,”

“So I guess I’ll just settle for curious.” The air around him swirled as he took off, rushing at the young man to initiate their battle. He’d be the judge of how much the boy had learned, that much was certain. 

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“You got it, no holding back!”

For fun, he decided to strike up an extremely familiar fighting stance. One that Vegeta should’ve been very well acquainted with.

“I’ve picked up a lot since last time.”

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“Would you stop calling me that?” It was one thing for Bulma’s mother to insist upon calling him by frivolous nicknames, never mind his lack of objection to it, but for the shin-jin to follow suit grated ever so slightly on the Prince’s nerves. This entire day had grated on his nerves, from Whis’ assertion that he needed to practice patience, to the Divine’s insistence upon him joining the mail-person of Universe 7 on their daily errands. 

“It’d be easier to remove your shoes.” Vegeta crossed his arms, trying his hardest to look unbothered. Being a warrior at his core, he never understood the appeal of high heels, largely favoring function over fashion. 

“You’re going to be finished soon anyway, there’s no use in making things unnecessarily difficult.” 

“Calm down! You're not going to /die/.” ( I hope combining prompts was okay!)

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  “–Eep..!” They seize at this words, stalling any tears that had begun welling in their eyes. Having tripped was one thing–for the third time today was another thing–and to scrape already battered knees, dropping their clipboard with an awkward clatter–for some reason, it was enough to set off some small distress that would provoke them to cry. Vegeta, however, was prompt to–well, shutting them up right quick. “S–Sorry, V-Vegeta, honey…” 

   With a small slack of their shoulders as they calm down from being both overwhelmed and scolded, they throw a glance sideways, then seeing their fallen clipboard, and quietly reaching over to collect their things.. “I–I don’t know what came over me… It’s, um–… It’s been, like, a long day, I guess…!”

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He clenched his fists open and shut, breathing heavy from his nose. He looked to his daughter, jaw set. 

“Frieza’s men got the drop on me with some new contraption.” He ground out, jerking his head in the direction of the dead bodies lying a few feet away. Clutched tight in one of the corpse’s hands was a shiny metal object, similar to a blaster unit in both shape and size. 

“I managed to get the drop on them as well.” It had been quite some time since he used the Chou Makouhou, his use of the technique dating back to an almost ancient time, long before his arrival on earth. But surely enough his pure unadulterated rage had been enough for him to come up with a little something. 

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Trunks grit her teeth, but said nothing. Her shaking hands worked at the inhibitors, half-focusing on figuring out how to take them off.

Aside from that, she was wondering why in the hell her father remained so reckless with his life and well being. The life and future that she had made sure he got. She always made sure she carried a few Senzu Beans on her person just in case, but she made no move to get them quite yet.

“…What did you get yourself into this time, Dad?”

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Even if they might be innocent!

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“Given that this is my planet, I should be the one saying that to you.” He would forever embrace the heritage of his home, but as the Earth had become his home, Vegeta saw it fit to stake his claim. 

“Here you are, skulking about with your tail between your legs, no doubt deliberating on some grand plan in which you seek revenge on my father by killing me. And rather than wait to hear your impassioned ramblings, I came to settle the score for you.” Lest the older man come and interrupt something of real importance to him. 

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❝You dare show your face here?❞ Given that this arctic wasteland seemed to hold nothing of value to anyone on this world, Paragus wouldn’t see any reason for the son of the old king to even visit these lands. Not unless he came to personally find the old warrior.

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“Is that so?” Intoned the Prince

“I suppose it has been quite some time since my boot ground trachea to dust.” One would think that in his redemption he found the cure to his innate aggression, with a family (and Kakarot) to keep his homicidal tendencies in check. But alas, such was not the case. 

“And after you’ve delivered on your promises and used my skills, what then? You’ll kill me, as soon as my back is turned? Hah! 

I’d sooner find myself back in hell and disembodied then ever repeat the same mistakes that brought me to an end at your hands. So run along, call your army, attempt to fight me. Do what you please, but if I find you in my path, I won’t even give you time to hit the ground.”

Truth

“The truth? I suppose the real truth is that not everything I’ve said to you is a lie. 

I am not lying when I tell you there is room for you here, at my side. I know that’s what you want, after all. How can a man so enthralled by conquest as you were simply give it up? 

Can you really face going the rest of your life without another throat to crush underfoot? I wonder. 

I could promise you so many delightful things. It truly is a pity you won’t even consider the offer.” 

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“Very well then,”Vegeta moved into a fighting stance, eyes alight with the ghost of his former bloodlust. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

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“I’m just feeling real confident now I can finally keep up with you. Let’s do this.”