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He doesn't know how long he's been wandering; it could've been days, it could've been years. It all feels like a dream. All he really knows, dizzy and delirious, is that he has to get out of the French Quarter. He has to get out of New Orleans. There's nothing left for him there. There was never anything good for him there.

He should've done this years ago. He'd been a late bloomer who ran out of time. He'd lived in the same house, in the same neighborhood, in the same city, in the same state since he was three years old, barely venturing out of the safe confines of his parents’ house, his parents’ café, and school.

When he finally made the leap, the club scene ate him alive before he ever really got his footing.

The first step out of the nest had been Lucas. He'd been stupid not to see the danger. It had been so clear that Tran wasn't used to drinking, to partying, that he really wasn't even old enough to be there. He'd been stupid not to see that Lucas wasn't interested despite his naivety- he was interested because of it.

He didn't stay naive for long- two years of a toxic on again off again relationship later, his dad kicked him out of the house and he reached a new low. He went from Lucas, to sleeping on the streets, to Jay.

A week later, he was dead.

Now, he's here, in a dream state, walking across the United States with no particular goal in mind.

But… there's a gas station up ahead. That's a sign. It has to be.

By the time he really feels aware of where he is, pulled out of his daze, he's already found his way to the gas station bathroom. He can feel the cold water he splashes on his face, despite being well aware of the puddle it's leaving on the bathroom floor. It's like he's torn between worlds, here and not here at the same time.

It rinses the tear streaked eyeliner from his cheeks, at least, though he knows it isn't permanent. He tried to clean himself up once already, back at Jay's house, when he first woke up like this. At some point since then, his appearance returned to the one he'd died with. There's still blood on his sweater. Not like it really matters. No one can see him, anyway.

He shoves his way out of the bathroom, letting the door slam behind him. He isn't sure what the next step should be- not until he notices the man behind the counter looking right at him.

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[Poking through my book trying to figure out timeline things and realizing the relationship that I thought was less than a year was actually over the course of 2 years

So the 10 year age gap relationship actually started when Tran was 19]

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[Ghost Tran is semi-corporeal. The average person can't see him, but he can feel some of his surroundings- he knows if it's hot or cold, though he always feels chillier than he would've when he was alive, he can feel rain on his face even though, visually, it's going right through him. He can sometimes pick up/manipulate items, sometimes can't.

A connection to the living strengthens his ties to their world. When he's interacting with someone who has the ability to see him (a psychic or whatever, dependent on the thread) it's easier for him to grab things and he's more likely to be able to be touched, vs. things/people being able to move straight through him like he isn't even there.

He is, however, missing his internal organs. No matter how strong his ties to the world of the living become, he has physical limitations; he can't breathe, he doesn't have a heart that can beat anymore, doesn't sweat/etc.]

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[I know a need a verse where Tran is still alive, for muses who don't really do supernatural stuff, but I kind of hate to because its going to be even worse for him

The most logical way to work it into canon is, unfortunately, send him back into the arms of his abusive ex.

Luke tried to save him twice in canon during the extremely long murder scene. The only way for him to have plausibly survived is for Luke to have suceeded.

Which is unfortunately going to come with the price tag of "i saved your life, you owe me"]

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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[Trying to follow some people first because that's the only way to get started on here- if the content of my blog is triggering to you please hardblock me so I don't accidentally refollow or interact with things from you in the future, thanks!]

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“I think I'm past the point of anyone being able to help me.” He laughs bitterly- this is not what he imagined death being like. 

He'd never been much of a believer in any afterlife. He thought it would be like the end of a bad dream, when your brain finally stops firing off images and voices and memories and you can finally get some rest.

If he had known it was going to suck this bad, he probably would've glamorized the concept less.

“I don't want you to, like… I don't know, escort me to hell or whatever's supposed to happen next.”

He circles around his point, fully sidetracked with reassuring the man that he doesn't want anything from him, won't get in his way, won't be a burden.

Finally, he gets to the point.

“I don't wanna be alone. I've been alone for months and I think I'm going crazy. I could just… follow you around. Stay out of your way.”

“No, I just-” He doesn't need an exorcist or what the fuck ever. He doesn't know what he needs. He hadn't gotten that far along in the plan. He thought no one would ever be able to see him again- He hadn't considered what he'd do if someone could.

“Why can you see me? Are you… dead?” ‘Like me’ is left unspoken, but it hits him just as hard as it would've otherwise. It's not like he'd said it outloud before- he hasn't spoken to anyone between his death and the present.

He feels like he should be hyperventilating, or at least nauseous. He still isn't used to the fact that he can't feel those things anymore without lungs or a stomach.

“I don't know what the fuck is going on, dude. I don't… think I'm handling this well.”

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“No, I just-” He doesn't need an exorcist or what the fuck ever. He doesn't know what he needs. He hadn't gotten that far along in the plan. He thought no one would ever be able to see him again- He hadn't considered what he'd do if someone could.

“Why can you see me? Are you… dead?” ‘Like me’ is left unspoken, but it hits him just as hard as it would've otherwise. It's not like he'd said it outloud before- he hasn't spoken to anyone between his death and the present.

He feels like he should be hyperventilating, or at least nauseous. He still isn't used to the fact that he can't feel those things anymore without lungs or a stomach.

“I don't know what the fuck is going on, dude. I don't… think I'm handling this well.”

@l-ethiferous

Eyes lock; though it's only for a moment, it's enough. No one can see him. No one's been able to see the man in months, disheveled black hair and tear streaked eyeliner forever staining his cheeks. He could almost pass as alive if not for the dark burgundy stain spread out across the front of his sweater. But, this man doesn't look right through him. He sees him.

Tran runs up to him in desperation, doesn't bother explaining the circumstances. “Hey! Hey, you! You can see me, can't you!?”

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VERSES.

Tag TBD;

Default Verse: Dead By Daylight

Main verse- follows my bio, typical Dead By Daylight survivor stuff.

Forget Me Not Or I'll Forget Myself;

Ghost Verse

Non-DBD verse, also follows my bio.

Rather than being taken away to the Entity's realm after his death, Tran haunts New Orleans’ French Quarter for eternity. The average living person can't see him, but your muse probably can for whatever reason- some plotting required.

He appears similar to how he appeared at the time of his death- disheveled, with tears streaked eyeliner staining his cheeks, and a blood soaked sweater. Beneath his sweater is a vacant cavity; all of his organs are missing and, past broken ribs dangling, attached only by sinew, it's possible to see all the way to his spine. He keeps the sweater on, for obvious reasons.

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@l-ethiferous

Eyes lock; though it's only for a moment, it's enough. No one can see him. No one's been able to see the man in months, disheveled black hair and tear streaked eyeliner forever staining his cheeks. He could almost pass as alive if not for the dark burgundy stain spread out across the front of his sweater. But, this man doesn't look right through him. He sees him.

Tran runs up to him in desperation, doesn't bother explaining the circumstances. “Hey! Hey, you! You can see me, can't you!?”

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[A lot of people who want to “fix” Tran's story and keep him alive go the route of him joining Andrew and Jay as a serial killing throuple and I just can't see that for him.

This kid?

“If the possibility of violence had been anywhere in him, Tran would have hit his father then.” (while being disowned and accused of horrible things.) “And Tran had no violence in him; he was only drawn to it in others.”

He could never. I could see him making excuses for Jay and Andrew and being in a relationship under the conditions of “please don't ever let me see your kills or tell me about them, I don't want to know” but I truly don't think he could ever partake in an act of violence himself. Even under an “ignoring it” scenario, I think the guilt would keep him up at night.]

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tran·​scen·​dent 

1: exceeding usual limits : surpassing

2: extending or lying beyond the limits of ordinary experience

3: transcending the universe or material existence

“His family still called him Vinh. To everyone else he was Tran. In English, the short sharp syllable suggested movement (transmission, transpose) and the crossing of boundaries (transcontinental, tranquilize, transvestite), both of which he liked.”

an indie, Dead By Daylight based, RP blog for Tran Vinh of E.xquisite Corpse

written by Rose. 30. he/they.

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