lachrydoll

[lachrydoll]

--> will be on indefinite hiatus until further notice

#*ooc.

[lachrydoll]

oh shit i just realized my promo is so old it still has my old name on it............ughhhh i dont wanna make a new promo tho i hate doing edits

#*ooc. #im going by rose now btw #really shows how long ive been off this blog huh

[lachrydoll]

                                                         muse list // rules

( feat. muses from dead by daylight, american mcgee’s alice, vampire: the masquerade, original works, & others ! )

#what if i tried writing here again..........just kidding...................unless....? #self promo

[lachrydoll]

   When he found this part of the realm, he noticed two things: the coloration, and the mass of crows converged over its sandstone temple. Warm, he thought of it, more in terms of color theory than actual feeling. Everything was cold here, after all. But this realm was warm-toned, inflicted with sand and canvas-white limestone. Black drizzled from the heart of the temple--some sort of ink or paint--that kept it from being completely washed out. Tombs punched out of the sand like teeth; badly kept, crumbling or slanted or barely-legible with their purpose. Quentin wondered if anyone was actually buried here. 

But, anyway, the birds. And--when he did enough climbing and careful side-stepping--easels, tucked away in the upper balconies. Both were exciting, he thought. The former were familiar and just as common as the trials, but here this felt like a home for them, as though he’d stumbled upon where they actually went whenever they got scared off. It made him readjust his view on them: something living, with a tiny heartbeat and fallible muscles, and not a simulacrum of life. It made him feel more forward about his attempts to--he didn’t want to say bothering, but it was remarkably similar to how he’d used to annoy his cat. Teasing. Affectionate, curious prodding. He never aimed to hurt.

But they didn’t like it, regardless, and it made him feel glum. He should get Jake to try and teach him how to approach them. (Once he can properly steel himself with having his breath on his neck and his fingers on his wrists. Jake was bad for his nerves.) 

He’d found a bouncy ball in Badham, the last time his wanderings had brought him to it. He’d stolen it from the playground while hightailing back out of it. The less time he spent there, the better. Here, he batted around the ball while sticking his nose in bookshelves and hovering over desks. He wanted to use the easels, but the ink wouldn’t obey him, constantly peeling itself off his hands and back up to the ether, like reverse rain. He’ll have to try and figure something out.

He threw the ball too far, and scared a distant crow. He laughed at its indignant squawk, offering affectionate apologies. The ball had rolled under brush, and when he approached, it rolled back to him.

Quentin paused.

Coincidences weren’t a thing with survival. And Quentin did nothing but survive. And in his experience, if a ball rolled towards you out of nowhere, there was a blade in the same dark it came from.

The ball hit the side of his high-top. Quentin didn’t look at it. Gaze gyrated from leaf to a scuff in the sand to the endless shadows.

   “Uh, hey? Is anyone there?” He called. “You can come out. If you’re not gonna hurt me, I mean. If you do want to hurt me then...don’t come out. I’ll leave.” As if it were ever that easy.

@lachrydoll​ liked for a starter

     Shadows steeped inkish feathers in their paling wash as a delicate step is taken towards the moonlit path. The break was clean–no fading between the darkness, light cut over the forest floor as though a blade to dispel the bold, but she was not deterred. She preferred it, really. Without the bright, unyielding moon, there was to be no shadow for their kind to exist in. And with it brought all the curiosities of centuries old; hers had been forgotten, left to drown within the Entity’s boredom ( had her temple ever truly been finished before being plunged into the void of disdain? ) and her time for rage had dulled to quietude, an almost peacefulness that left her more morose than loathsome. 

Only recently had she found the break in her pocketed world. A breach of auric, a means to explore beyond the unsightly gate, a way to find them. To observe them. 

And this one, oh what sweet intrigue! 

     She had seen his sleepless fervor, the way he hung onto the words of the wild man–oh, the birds found such delight in that one’s caress–and the pages he filled with doodles and dreams. She could remember the magnetism of hopefulness. He was a muse in all his oddities, his kindness, his refusal to fall to villainy or condemnation. With that delicate balance of beautiful violence hanging in her heart and curiosity, the Artist watched parallel to the boy’s chosen place of amusement, and her secrecy of observation would only be broken when the nudge of a ball thrown too far would disturb it. A moment of panic as sharp gaze steadied on the aged plaything.

     Fear. What would happen should she reveal herself? Pain. Playing was all too close to the hole in her heart. Something else…a whisper of hope. Longing. A breath, her action urged on by the swarm of birds cawing into the night, so many, too many, unnaturally attentive, and inked hand would roll the ball back through the underbrush, though she herself kept away from the light.

#mauscleum #*threads. #*ic // quentin. #owo hello birb mother

[lachrydoll]

russian doll season 1 sentence starters.

“ fun is for suckers, ____. “

“ staring down the barrel of my own mortality beats fun. “

“ do ladies have midlife crises? “

“ however old you feel, ____, you definitely sound twenty-two. “

“ it’s my bad attitude that keeps me young. “

“ nothing in this world is easy. “

“ the universe is trying to fuck with me, and i refuse to engage. “

“ you can eat anything, take anything do anything. it’s impossible to destroy you, you’ll never die! “

“ ____, if it’s any consolation, i promise that you will get divorced someday. “

“ i would tell you but i think explaining it might give us both an aneurysm. “

“ you know, your friends can’t help you if you don’t let them. “

“ i need you to help me. you’re not helping me. you’re not helping me at all, you’re sabotaging me. “

“ it’s a long story involving multiple deaths. “

“ embracing the abyss is the only way to go forward. “

“ buildings aren’t haunted. people are. “

“ angels are all around us. “

“ no, i did not kill somebody. if i killed somebody, i’d play it cool, move to mexico, start a band. “

“ i think we have something really, really good and it’s worth pursuing. “

“ no, ____, we are not getting back together. especially not when your best argument is a warm body. “

“ i wouldn’t tell me anything, if i were you, because i’m not the kind of person that you tell secrets to. “

“ i think i finally found out a little something about how this world works. “

“ didn’t you get the news? we’re about to die. “

“ it doesn’t matter. i die all the time. “

“ you seem nervous. almost as if it’s occurring to you in this moment, maybe, possibly that this is going to be harder than you thought. “

“ you just blew up your whole life and you are serial-killer calm about it. “

“ do you think it’s possible to correct your life? “

“ i find myself in this position of finally being able to do things the right way. “

“ it happened. and it kept happening. and it got harder and harder for me to tell you anything. “

“ there was never going to be a right time for me to tell you anything. “

“ i can do it by myself. i can. “

“ no one can do anything by themselves. “

“ there is no way out of this situation. “

“ i can tell that you’re really bent out of shape about this ____ character, but we literally just met so none of this is on me. “

“ from what i gather, we are in this together. “

“ why do you think this is happening to us? “

“ i’m pretty sure that this is purgatorial punishment for being a bad person. “

“ this isn’t going to be very fun if you keep rejecting my theories. “

“ have i ever done anything, you know, memorably bad to you? “

“ i love that you’re a cunt, it makes me feel morally superior. “

“ you’re basically a child that the universe tasked me with babysitting. would you say that’s a fair assessment? “

“ if you were going to die today, would you be ready for it? “

“ holding two incompatible ideas in your head at the same time and accepting both of them… that’s the best of being human. “

“ listen, i know you think i’m a moral narcissist, but there are good guys and bad guys. and i am definitely a good guy. “

“ ____ chose you, and you don’t love him/her. you’re not faithful. “

“ nobody chooses me. i’m the hole where a choice should be. “

“ i’ve got to be honest with you. if i was inventing hell, it would look like this. “

“ i don’t want to be attached to anyone. “

“ i want to just at least maintain the illusion of free will. “

“ we are very unreliable narrators of our own stories. “

“ there’s so much i want to do and you just want to stay exactly the same. “

“ i prefer casual acquaintances over closer relations, and strangers above everybody else. “

“ how do you know that you’re real? “

“ we need each other. i need you. you need me. “

“ i do not want to do this alone. “

“ i love you so much. i cannot be the reason that you stop existing. i would never forgive myself. “

“ don’t ever let them tear us apart, okay? “

“ i am the party. “

“ that might be the last thing you ever say to me. “

“ thank you for changing my life. lives are hard to change. “

“ no matter how much we think we’re fooling people, our bodies… they can’t keep lying the way our minds can. “

“ i thought if i worked hard enough, if i kept putting the time in, and if i kept my head down, did everything right, i… this aching, gnawing feeling of being an absolute failure would go away. “

“ you were this… tiny seed buried in the darkness fighting your way to the light. you wanted to live. it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. do you still have that in you? “

“ i look at you, chasing down death at every corner and… where is that gorgeous piece of you pushing to be a part of this world? “

“ this is the day we get free. “

“ ____, you seriously don’t remember me? “

“ i need you to remember me. i need you to. “

“ i told you i know you. “

“ i can’t promise that you’ll be happy. absolutely not. but i can promise that you will not be alone. “

#*prompts. #and here's this if you prefer smth with dialogue

[lachrydoll]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

#*prompts. #okay i miss writing so im nudging this onto my blog...............let's get this

[lachrydoll]

@silvanebula asked:  (hair) - Joey/Quentin "I really love your curls, makes you look cute as fuck."

   Heat stung his face. On instinct, Quentin ran his hand through his hair, fingers catching on locked curls and stubborn tangles.

   “Not in the morning,” he said, “I get the worst bedhead.” He was sure he didn’t look so cute when slaughtered on the cut-up floor, but that was neither here nor there.

#*answered. #silvanebula #whoa i found this just unpublished in my drafts whoooooooops

[lachrydoll]

haha hey guys what if i had a dumb idea for a dbd oc and that’s the one thing making me considering writing on this blog again

#*ooc. #but do i do it :Thinking: #anyway i'll stew on it but until then mayhaps.......i'll answer some asks babes!

[lachrydoll]

 🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !

​❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ are you going to go to this halloween part with me tonight? ❞

❝ it’s halloween, so everyone is going to be dressed up. ❞

​❝ is that your idea of a costume? ❞

❝ i thought we agreed to stay in and have a horror movie marathon. ❞

❝ i went to the store and bought all new halloween decorations. ❞

​❝ are you going to help me put up these halloween lights? ❞

​❝ it’s halloween and we are spending it by going to a haunted house. ❞

​❝ i have plans halloween night, unlike you. ❞

​❝ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞

​❝ are you going to help me carve these pumpkins or not? ❞

​❝ aww, where’s your halloween spirit? ❞

​❝ look, i carved this pumpkin all by myself, what do you think? ❞

​❝ wanna go out with me for halloween? ❞

​❝ come on, halloween’s not so bad. it’s actually fun. ❞

​❝ okay, i’ve got the best ghost story, wanna hear? ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ are you going to take me trick or treating this year again? ❞

​❝ come on, we have to go buy costumes for this party. ❞

​❝ it’s going to be cold on halloween, are you sure you want to wear that? ❞

​❝ you are literally the same thing every year for halloween. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ how about a pumpkin spice latte? ❞

❝ please, never use fake blood for a halloween prank. ❞

❝ oh no, please, tell me this isn’t another one of your ideas for a halloween prank. ❞

❝ you think you can scare me? ❞

❝ remember to always check your candy! ❞

❝ where is all the candy i just bought? ❞

❝ we are not going to a cemetery just because it may or may not be haunted. ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard, are you crazy? ❞

❝ i’m going to dress up as the grim reaper because i feel like death. ❞

❝ trick or treat. ❞

❝ want to trade out some of our candy? ❞

❝ we should do a halloween game, like truth or dare ‘cept it’s trick or treat? ❞

❝ what school has a halloween dance party? ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ are we really going to carve all these pumpkins? ❞

❝ you know, that was the best halloween party ever. ❞

❝ i’m going to a halloween party and you’re not invited. ❞

❝ you should totally come with me for this halloween thing tonight. ❞

❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ let’s see who can carve there pumpkins the fastest! ❞

❝ i can’t believe they put some of these costumes on the racks. ❞

❝ what’s the point in decorating your house for just one night? ❞

❝ i’ve got a spooky story for you, if you want to hear. ❞

❝ do we have to go to this haunted trail? ❞

❝ that haunted trail/house sucked, i want my money back. ❞

❝ i didn’t see you at the halloween festival earlier. ❞

❝ i have to take my ______ trick or treating, or else i would. ❞

❝ are you going to the halloween thing they are having today? ❞

❝ do you really think the dead are roaming free among us on halloween night? ❞

❝ halloween is my favorite holiday, so i’m going with or without you. ❞

❝ you want to help me set up this halloween party? ❞

❝ this is going to be the best halloween of all time. ❞

❝ i’m just saying, let loose and have some fun for a change. ❞

❝ we should just make our own costumes. ❞

❝ we’re definitely getting matching costumes.  ❞

❝ i entered are names for this costume contest, one of us will definitely win. ❞

❝ i do not want to be in a costume contest. ❞

❝ wait, what? you don’t want to do anything at all on halloween night? ❞

❝ well, it’s over. now we have to wait all the way until next year. ❞

#*prompts.

[lachrydoll]

woooo long time no see yall may rb a festive lil ask meme for the season and then die again

#*ooc. #ok i mainly only logged in to get some of crow's beautiful writing

[lachrydoll]

a part of me kinda wanna drop some older threads and asks and maybe try to start fresh? i’d feel bad but, yknow, it might help with ye olde motivation! i’ll think on it

#wish i could bring myself to be more active here but #my motivation with tumblr writing/roleplaying lately has been really down :pensive: #*ooc.

[lachrydoll]

@griefbound asked:  (promise) (to Quentin, from survivor!mikey! )

   “Hey--hey--listen you’re gonna be okay, yeah? I’m gonna get you out of here, but I need you to listen to me,” Quentin pressed the rag against the new guy’s calf--bad luck, stepping in a bear trap in your first trial. It’ll be hard to walk, let alone run, for the rest of the trial. Quentin and the others are only able to shrug off the bear traps rusted bite due to desensitization. “I’m gonna patch this up for you, okay? And I know--I know it hurts like a bitch but we can’t stay here for long.”

The trial’s only just started. Not a single generator has lit up in the distance, and that lack of light winking in the flat, black sky was always unnerving when there was already blood staining his hands. Quentin Kept the pressure on the wound with one hand, and used the other to dig through his medkit.

   “When I get this wrapped up, we’re gonna have to move--fast. He might already be on his way over,” then he quickly reassured, “and if he does I’ll take the aggro, okay? You’ll be fine, I promise. You’ll just have to move and hide and stay quiet. Go to one of those generators around, there’s bound to be someone else near one who can help as well. Just hold on, okay? I mean, uh, literally, hold onto this, I need to get the gauze.”

#*ic // quentin. #*answered. #griefbound #well this isn't very good sorry dskjlfgfs #idea machine Broke #but here u go!!

[lachrydoll]

triquestar

  he’d been wandering the empty streets of seoul for what felt like hours, mind in a rare moment of clarity as he reminiscent his life from before, looking at locations where he’d spent time before he got here. sometimes he missed it. as entertaining as things were here, there was no normalcy. there were no clubs, no fansigns, no stage to perform on. he often doubted his life as an idol, especially moments like this where all he had was his own mind to get lost in. he hadn’t chosen it for himself, but he couldn’t deny he’d enjoyed it. he couldn’t deny that the very thing he got beaten into doing had also saved him from the hands doing the beating. yunjin had pulled him out of that restaurant and into a life of adoring fans, screams filling his ears every time he was noticed by them.

  it was what ended up bringing him back to the mightee one entertainment building. he stood at the reception, hands in his pockets. the amount of times he had rushed through this area for one reason or another was too many to count. eyes wandered to where the theatre was where they had practised over and over for tours, music shows, comebacks… and of course, where he’d had his great encore before he got taken to this place.

  when jiwoon entered, he heard a soft voice curse his name. glowing eyes wandered to the source, seeing yunjin seated at the front. he stood rooted in place for a moment, head tilting a little to the left. he hadn’t expected to see her here. if anything, he figured she’d avoid it. he wasn’t stupid  —  as beautiful as it was to him, he knew what she had seen was traumatic. he had hoped she would get it, they often saw eye to eye when it came to art, but it appeared this was where they differed. she didn’t get the vision.

  he approached slowly and quietly, sitting down in the seat right behind her. she hadn’t noticed. he watched the back of her head for a moment, her hair the same colour as his. she tended to do that. ever since the rest of NO SPIN had died, she had done everything in her power to not make him feel alone or isolated in the world. we are a team, she’d say. he wanted to reach out and touch her hair as he thought about it, but he didn’t. he didn’t actually want to startle her to death.

  as she straightened herself out, jiwoon exhaled slowly.  ❛ this is the last place I thought I’d see you. ❜  honest words.  ❛ the streets out there, other rooms in this place… maybe. but not here. ❜  he flashed a grin of pointed teeth when she turned around.  ❛ hi. ❜

   She started, shame stinging sharply as she twisted brutally in her seat. Perhaps it was asking too much to believe that he would not be around. Always somewhere, somewhen, never too far from her. This world was small and interlocked and looped in itself with its stagnant night. She’ll never be rid of him now.

Yunjin clenched her jaw, and used that force to smooth out her voice to an icy plateau. “Jiwoon.” Her nails dug into chair’s upholstery. He was right. This was not an ideal place for her to revisit. But it felt necessary. Necessary, but also self-sadistic, like scraping open a scab or purposefully placing her hand on the hot stove. But she was not one to avoid and wallow. (It was not wallowing. It was--self-reflection.) 

   “I think I’m free to go wherever I like.” She replied bloodlessly. “And you? Here to revisit the scene of your crime? I’m sure you’re happy to see me here. You can finish your show.” Normally a declaration that would inspire more fear, but the knowledge and acceptance of her own inhuman immortality--or more of a constant resurrection--left something lacking within her. A terror that’s been sanded off around the edges. Horror that was more bark and less bite. Trepidation that got lazy when it knew nothing was permanent and, therefore, no longer as imperative.

Yunjin turned around, placing her back to Jiwoon. She readjusted the fluffed collar of her jacket, and then placed her hands in her lap. He could stab her right now. She would like to see him try.

   “I was an idiot,” she said, “for giving you the benefit of the doubt for so long. The pattern had been there, did you think I never had my suspicions?” Yunjin paused, letter the words simmer and sort themselves out. Then, “I could yell at you for ruining my life’s work, but I think I’ve made myself clear already.”

She stood up in a sudden, quick motion. When she turned to face him, the lights haloed lavender hair and cut her glare into a puzzle of neon and shadow. Piece her together into a technicolor phantom of severity. She stood over him, separated by a single row of concert seats. 

   “Were you planning on killing me the whole time?” 

The whole time. Not throughout that gruesome show, but since everything started. From when his music started to change. No, further back, from the first solo tour. No, further back, from the fire. No, further back, from the contract signing. No, further back to the very beginning, when they shook hands for the first time. 

#*ic // yunjin. #triquestar #*threads. #AFTER FIFTY YEARS I FINALLY GIVE YO UA REPLY CIRI #HERE U GO

[lachrydoll]

yunjin and who

#*crack. #*muse // yunjin. #hello y'all im back but who knows for how long

[lachrydoll]

anyway once i get the motivation to edit my google doc, im lookin to put shui.chi on and possibly elodie?? i recently reread her lore and realized that her character actually slaps so i wanna give her a shot! oh and also donna from re.8, obvsies

#*ooc. #i might just skim my muse list again in general and see if i wanna take anyone off #depending on my current insp for them all #i mayyyy put joseph back on properly too? ive been replaying te.w1 soooooo

[lachrydoll]

phew i should really blow the dust off and try and get some writing done huh

#apologies for goin AWOL my motivation had just taken a nosedive unfortunately #i'll see what i can get done tmrw!! #*ooc.

[lachrydoll]

tiff making her multi and putting ka.ede on it? sighs as i prepare to put shu.ichi on mine

#*ooc.