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PSA
Hey everyone
I know, I know.
“Oh look, it’s Bunny, back with her bullshit.”
Yep. It’s me, back again, with my shit. But this time, my shit is important.
I’m shutting this account down.
Yep, you read right.
slash-and-burn-babe is going out of business.
Here’s why.
1.) I’m museless! Yeah babes, cat’s outta the bag. Part of why I’ve been quiet, threads and starters unanswered, indefinite hiatus. I’ve lost all musings for the Grimm girls. Sadly. I love them both so much, but I just can’t see myself writing for them anymore. My energy for roleplaying has been zapped. The creative mindset behind this account has faded.
2.) This account has become too personal. My top tag for slash-and-burn-babe is ooc ; flaming shadow. Kinda off putting for a roleplay blog, yea? I feel like this blog turned from roleplay to personal headcanons.
3.) The edge. Holy shit, this is hard. The apocalypse ain’t a fun place, I know. I emphasize this a lot in most threads. I wanna escape that dark corner, but I can’t seem to escape the dark, angry, cold environment that I’ve kinda put myself in. I need away from it, ya know?
4.) I need to stop. I’ve lost a lot of contact with people I met through the grapevine of the RPC, and I can see why. From the tiniest corners (like here) to the big stage (such as Overwatch), the community can be a bit of a hassle. I no longer want to do anything on this account anymore. I don’t wanna run this page anymore. So, I’m not.
Here’s my info, should you want to keep contact.
My personal account: @spcdercore Instagram: spcdercore Twitter: blackwatchvevo Discord: DM me on my personal
Thank you, everyone who has given me the time of day, and everyone who has made me feel loved and welcomed in this little corner of the RPC. Enjoy yourselves and I adore you all.
~Bunny
THIS ACCOUNT WAS RUN FROM 07/29/2018 - 02/28/2019
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Dialogue prompts with a raw, powerful energy 2: electric boogaloo
“You keel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies.”
“I like you! When the world is mine, your death shall be quick and painless!”
“I pity the fool that lives like you.”
“Violence for Violence is the rule of beasts.”
“Only bare your teeth if you’re willing to use them.”
“When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.”
“To become a good is the loneliest achievement of them all.”
“I don’t know how many years on this earth I got left, I’m gonna get real weird with it!”
“I do back flips every single day of my life.”
“While you were busy being heterosexual, I studied the blade.”
“And now that the world is on fire and the barbarians are at the gate you have the audacity to come to me for help.”
“I won’t rest until I see you smile.” “Then you will not rest.”
“I would look into your soul, but ‘I’ve already taken it.”
“Say, fellas, did somebody mention the Door to Darkness?”
“If this is their heaven, I honestly don’t want to know their hell…”
“I spared your life on a whim, nothing more…”
“The longer you keep my child from me the longer you will have to burn in hell and the quicker you’ll get there.”
“Are you prepared for the kind of death you’ve earned little man?”
“Silence or you will be held in contempt of this court.”“I have nothing BUT CONTEMPT for this court!”
“You, who are without mercy, now plead for it?”
“Here is where I lay. Now is when I weep.”
“The children were eager to behold my blood”
“Die angry then”
“Boy, you’re aggressive aren’t you?” “Yes. Are you afraid?”
“I don’t think you understand… I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me!”
“Do you think… God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created, here on earth?”
“This isn’t even one percent of one percent of one percent of my power, kid.”
“This can go two ways, punk, one; you walk away. Two; I walk on your face. your choice…”
“Heh… Like, not bad man… you made me use ten percent of my power”
“A Riot is the language of the unheard”
“She’s GONE!”
(Apologies if this isn’t as long as the first one, I just wanted to list all of the sources in the tags)
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL / 1.01 –– 1.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“Once they pull apart their skin, an alien comes out.”
“They had donuts in 1947? How old are donuts?”
“Why didn’t he go to the police?”
“There is no internet, by the way. It was 1967.”
“He had smooth, plastic-like skin like a doll.”
“In the off chance that this actually happened, how shitty would that be?”
“If you tell a story like this, no one’s gonna believe you, and you’re gonna look like a crazy person.”
“Why is it some weird alien organization coming after them?”
“Stop looking for aliens, you pesky human.”
“No one’s gonna die now, right?”
“Are basketball players aliens?”
“Ultimately, it comes down to what you believe.”
“Alright, approach with an open mind.”
“So this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions meeting down by the train tracks.”
“Actively recruiting people into the secret society is criminalized.”
“28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.”
“I’m just saying, people are dumb.”
“That’s not creepy? It didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?”
“Let’s hop down the rabbit hole.”
“People believe that lizard people control our society.”
“You’ve got a lot of time on your hands, if you’re Lucifer.”
“Hell is supposed to be an awful place. I imagine the place is terribly maintained.”
“Xeroxing is not how cloning works.”
“He looks like he just pooped his pants.”
“I love how you out yourself as a crazy person.”
“Nothing is impossible.”
“This dude’s the real deal.”
“We better stock up on some knowledge here otherwise we’re gonna get murdered by ghosts.”
“I promise you will regret that statement.”
“What’s the difference between a ghost and a demon?”
“I would do nothing to invite them into any kind of conversation.”
“I feel a lot better about what’s about to happen.”
“I feel so comforted right now and where we’re about to go is the complete opposite.”
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m afraid right now.’
“Got our holy water and our demon tips.”
“When the lights go off, this might be a little different.”
“You are full of shit if you do not feel strange right now.”
“I assure you that half the places you’ve ever been people have died there.”
“Someone probably died at the Chipotle we just ate at.”
“Well, I think I know the end of this story.”
“If you can live forever, great.”
“That’s why she didn’t live forever –– she found a loophole!”
“I can’t imagine a ghost would get foiled into falling into those bushes down there, but the thought is nice.”
“This is a theory that people believe and I’m just relaying it.”
“People are idiots.”
“I’m glad we agree on something for once.”
“This looks like a nightmare, that’s fun.”
“[sarcastically] This is highly unusual. I’ve never seen it do this before.”
“This is horrifying. I bet [name] wouldn’t do this.”
“Naturally, one of the creepiest places in the house is the basement.”
“Why I’m talking over here by my-fucking-self is beyond me.”
“You piece of shit, [name].”
“You’re crouching in here like some sort of cave creature.”
“You almost scared me to death. I’m never going to forgive you for that.”
“Do you believe ghosts are real?”
“Hey, ghosts! Tussle my hair!”
“Give me a purple nurple or something.”
“You’re the worst.”
“I think I may murder you myself.”
“We don’t have to go to our next horrible place until tomorrow.”
“This mirror is literally dripping blood from it.”
“We’re on our way to a nightmare.”
“That’s how easy it is to trick us.”
“That’s what people usually say on the way to their death.”
“I feel like a big weeny.”
“This is the beginning of a horror movie right now.”
“Well, this seems all horrible and awful in general.”
“I’m more concerned about the spiders than I am the ghosts.”
“I thought I got bit in the ass cheeks by a spider.”
“The dead girl was not confirmed.”
“The spiders probably ate her.”
“He has a lifelong mission to appease the ghosts.”
“He probably fucks the dolls. Can I say that?”
“I did touch it. Oh, god.”
“Holy, shitballs!”
“Fuck that, let’s go.”
“It’s gonna be the showdown with a demon.”
“Everyone thinks feeling energy is bullshit, but you really don’t feel anything at all?”
“Taking selfies with demons, whaaaaaaat?”
“i’m just gonna get the fucking holy water.”
“We foolishly plan on sleeping here, for some reason.”
“I live my life by one thing –– don’t fuck with demons.”
“I think this is all bullshit.”
“You’re telling me that you wouldn’t be unnerved by finding a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it?”
“Demon? Demon? I want to talk to the demons!”
“If you don’t like us, turn the light on.”
“Where’s my holy water?”
“I don’t think they have the power to turn it back on again.”
“Are you fucking kidding me??”
“Keep in mind, we have to sleep here tonight.”
“We should have never talked to it, dude.”
“This is what I love about the paranormal. People are always like, ‘where’s the evidence?’, but then when evidence finally appears it’s like ‘fake!’.”
“If you slit my throat tonight, I will have a hard time forgiving you for that.”
“Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?”
“I won’t haunt you because I’ll be dead. Ghosts aren’t real.”
“Demons will appear as children.”
“That demon is racist!”
“Fuck that demon. He’s whitewashing the haunting of this house!”
“I don’t respect this demon.”
“If you’re there in the hole and wanna speak to us, turn that flashlight on.”
“If you wanna eat my heart, turn that light on.”
“I think that demon’s a wimp!”
“Rock and roll, buckaroo.”
“Fuck this house, dude, fuck this house so hard.”
“If I wake up tonight, and there is this grotesque-looking thing next to me, and just staring at me with its stupid fucking beady eyes open, I’m gonna shit myself.”
“I’m gonna get closer to you.”
“Every creak you hear is gonna make your butthole tighten.”
“I just think it’s silly to give up at the last minute, but whatever.”
“Did you just call the demon a motherfucker?”
“Fuck that house, goodbye.”
“Ghost and/or demons are real.”
“I’m glad it happened, because we got to see you turn into a babbling mess.”
“It’s gonna be fun to watch you freak out some more.”
“You disobeyed everything he said.”
“We saw spiders and ghouls.”
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what is your muse’s eye color?
put it in the tags!
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𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬( from zombies , outbreak to war ) send a symbol and i’ll write a drabble / starter based on the following !!
⚔ for our muses getting into a fight with another group of survivors ø going on a medical supply run Ⓐ finding a safe bunker to hide out in. ▲ running away from zombies / infected ➳ my muse protecting your muse ° my muse patching up yours’ wound ( or reverse ! ) ✉ finding each other post apocalypse ✔ fighting over supplies , medicine etc ☠ my muse finding out they are infected and not telling yours. ( or reverse ! ) ✘ my muse finding out they are infected and telling yours. ( or reverse ! ) ™ working together to fortify shelter through a storm or invasion © my muse is sick and yours is tending to them ® your muse is sick and mine is tending to yours. ϟ our muses being together at the start of the apocalypse ☤ my muse comforting yours ( or reverse ! ) ⌛ our muses finding a safe place to sleep for the night .
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❝I was. Maybe some nails or somethin’, just to make the hits more lethal.❞
Prim turned the bat in her hands, getting a better look at it. It was reliable -- she’d used it after breaking her axe and being unable to find a replacement -- and sturdy. And, the change in weapons had been a good thing in her mind. Easiest way to let go of what I’ve left behind. Carrying it around made her feel like a sports star, knowing how difficult decapitating something with a baseball bat can be and proudly smirking at the image of her taking off a zombie’s head with it.
❝Barbed wire ain’t a bad idea, though. I’d have to be careful wrappin’ it, but it could prove some use. Nails are a lot more fun, though. Take a nail gun and just clock ‘em into place. The process is just as important as the results, y’know.❞
continued from x — @hells–legion
“Hey, I don’t think I caught your name,” he semi-asked, semi-said, “I gotta call you something, right?”
Prim tilted her head, smiling lopsidedly. Did she wanna tell him her name? Probably not. She could trick him, but he seemed friendly enough to be honest.
Besides, I’ve got nothin’ to lose if I tell him the truth.
❝Primrose. No one calls me that, though. Too formal. Prim will do just fine. What about you, tough guy?❞
She looked back, taking out a stumbling Infected that had been trailing the duo.
❝Fuckin’ zombies. Hate them.❞
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Prim nodded, running as quietly as she could to duck behind a bush. It was only slightly bigger than her, but provided enough cover that he’d have to throw it overhand to hit her. She started packing more snowballs together, creating a small pile of them at her side. It wasn’t much, but for her, it was good enough.
She looked through a small hole in the bush, watching for her tall companion. In his dark colored attire, he stood out like a sore thumb against the fluffy white backdrop. Unfortunately, with the trees, he was almost completely hidden from her view, making it hard for her to spot him.
❝C’mon on out, biker dude...❞
“I’ve never seen snow before…” (from the Snow Sentence Starters! Hope this one is okay!)
“Really?”
Thewords came out a little more surprised than he’d meant them to.
Franciscouldn’t remember a winter where it hadn’t snowed in Fairchild. Not ever experiencing a snowfall was something he could barely even imagine.
Ofcourse, as the apocalypse became more widespread, and he was forcedto head south in the general direction of New Orleans, Francis hadfigured he’d never see another snowfall.
Yet, here he and Prim were,standing in at least a foot of the fluffy white flakes.
He couldn’t help but cross his arms, and shiver. He was starting to regret not grabbing something warmer, last time he was near civilization.
Francisturned back to look at Prim questioningly.
“So you’ve never built a fort? Gotten into a snowball fight? Nothin’?” hequeried, furrowing his brow. He really couldn’t wrap his head aroundthe idea.
Helooked back out the snowy forest ahead, flakes floating down from theclouds and piling higher with every minute.
Amischievous smile crossed his face, and an idea began to form in hishead.
“Everwanted to be in one?”
#the hotheads#hells--legion#watch Francis fucking ambush her and her scream at how cold the snow is and how much that's gonna hurt
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She shrugged, laying her head against the wall. She felt cold. Her head was fuzzy. Nothing sounds right. The zombies, Francis, her breathing -- it all sounded off, like it was underwater.
❝Not really. Just made some mistakes as a kid, and my falterin’ mental state is the consequence.❞
In the haziness of her thoughts, she felt heartbreak over the passings of her sister and son. The two people she loved the most in life, and it sunk back in that now, she had more to mourn. With her silent leave, she considered how she’ll never see Poppy, Bill or Nick again. There was too much at risk, and who is there to say they’d forgive her? She didn’t realize she was crying again, both from the migraine and her broken thoughts.
❝I miss them..❞
“Can’t sleep?”
“Huh?What?”
Francissat up in his seat, startled. He grabbed for his gun, which hadfallen to the floor beside him, before he saw Prim’s figure in thedoorframe.
“Oh,uh, hey Prim,” he stumbled, straightening himself up, “No, no, Ijust thought I’d sit and watch the door for while. Thought I heardsomething.”
Realoriginal, Francis.
Itwas true, he had heard something. But he heard something everytime hetried to sleep. That was just common in the apocalypse. Tonight,though, it had really bothered him. Maybe it was the idea of Primturning a gun on him, or just how close the zombie had sounded, but itshook him enough to scare sleep away for good.
“Whatabout you? You look like you need the rest.”
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Reblog if your muse suffers from frequent nightmares.
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Reblog if your muse would pick fights with random strangers…
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Reblog if your muse loves physical affection ( hugs, kisses, hand holding, ect. )
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Reblog if your muse can play a musical instrument!
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Reblog if your muse has ever had to spend a night in a hospital.
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Reblog if your muse has a chronic illness…
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Reblog if your muse has expensive tastes
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Reblog if your muse believes in the paranormal!
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