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✧ — ⋆ 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
SOCIAL MEDIA PROMPTS .
send 📘 for a facebook status about your muse
send 👻 for a snapchat from my muse
send 🐦 for a tweet about your muse
send 📸 for an instagram post about your muse
TEXTING PROMPTS .
send 🍷 for a drunk text from my muse
send 😳 for an embarrassing text from my muse
send 💋 for a flirty text from my muse
send 😱 for a scared text from my muse
send ✨ for a random text from my muse
send 😡 for an angry text from my muse
send 😬 for a worried text from my muse
send 😢 for a sad text from my muse
send 😁 for a happy text from my muse
send 💕 for a loving text from my muse
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@trshmouth said: ❛ how’s that feel, you fuck?! ❜
It was always a mistake to let Richie Tozier talk for too long.
He sits on the saloon’s dusty floorboards, scrambling backwards over his own pool of blood as Saki stalks towards him with languid ease. With each strained movement and furtive glance over his shoulder, Richie shoots off another pointless remark, words spilling over his lips with a new sense of urgency as Saki closes in on him.
Close up like this, Saki can see the fear that Richie so desperately tries to hide, evident in blown pupils and the way his hands white-knuckle the loose floorboards, blood crusting underneath his fingernails.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Saki coos as he stops to press the edge of his shoe against Richie’s leg, teasing his way down the length of it. In one swift movement, he brings that same shoe down on Richie’s ankle, sighing pleasantly at the satisfying crunch. “Too rough?”
Despite Richie’s screams of pain, he still looks up at Saki with that same stubborn hatred, teeth clenched.
Saki smiles in response, bending to haul Richie up by the front of his disappointingly tacky shirt, only to recoil with a hiss of pain. The hand that was bunched in Richie’s shirt drops him with a start, moving instead to where blood trickles steadily from his shoulder, a piece of translucent green protruding from his skin. One of the saloon’s bottles, or a piece of one at least.
That mouthy little bastard.
Saki laughs then, watching Richie haul himself to his feet and put some distance between the two of them, surprise flitting across his features briefly. Saki tugs the glass from his shoulder, wincing, before crushing it beneath his toe.
“Come closer,” Saki teases with a smile, the glint of his blade flickering in Glenvale’s setting sun. “I’ll show you.”
#— clever as the devil ✧ in character#*beats up richie again* *beats up richie again* *beats up richie again*#trshmouth
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ 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 .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . 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’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . 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 ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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@trshmouth said: ❛ what makes you so special, then? ❜
From around the lip of his beer bottle, Richie gives a stubborn tilt of his chin. Something smug and challenging at the same time, because for the short amount of time Saki has known him, he’s found that Richie believes he has very little to lose, especially around the quiet of a dwindling bonfire.
The rest of the counselors had returned to their cabins to sleep off the cheap beer or to find something better to do than discuss never-have-I-evers with a handful of waning teens. This leaves only Saki and Richie left, sat opposite each other in gaudily-colored lawn chairs. Saki has his feet tucked underneath him and Richie observes him with heavy-lidded eyes, gaze roaming.
For all of Richie’s crude comments and attempts at flirtation with the local girls, Saki’s seen the way he gawks, pink around the ears and his stare fleeting. Even now, Richie seems to catch himself, his gaze skittering away as he empties the rest of his bottle.
Shouldn’t patience be rewarded, though?
Saki stretches before uncurling and crossing the distance between them. He slides into Richie’s lap with ease, bemoaning the awkward positioning of it. He smiles challengingly and moves a hand to caress Richie’s cheek, thumbing at his lopsided grin, coaxing him with feigned softness.
“Why don’t you find out?”
#— clever as the devil ✧ in character#saki: fine i'll be your manic pixie dreamgirl. since you're so complicated#trshmouth
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@mysterymchines said: “hey, we’re not finished yet.”
Salem was in a mood.
The sort of mood that left them furrow-browed and baring their teeth, a hair’s breadth from walking away from this and steeling himself into never looking back. But Salem was stubborn, and far more forgiving than he gave himself credit for, and so he surges forward with an argument on the tip of his tongue. As if Saki didn’t delight in pushing Salem into giving him something more than that stony-eyed stare and perpetual frown of displeasure.
Except this time, when Saki decides there’s no fun left to be drawn out of Salem’s excessive lecturing, Salem’s hand shoots out to grab Saki by the wrist, spinning him back around with an irritated retort.
“Ooh, wanna go another round?” Saki teases, grinning up at Salem, who releases his wrist as if they’ve been burned. And because even Saki could be generous when the timing was right, he decides to go easy on Salem for once.
“I’m sorry,” Saki lies, reaching up to pat Salem’s cheek and laughing at the expression of confusion that flickers across their features, right before they shutter it away. “Won’t happen again.”
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@mysterymchines said: “close call.”
It started like this: a hand crashing through the window Saki happened to be standing too close to (stupid, he curses later) and dragging him through the broken glass with inhuman strength as Saki thrashes like a caged animal.
He drags his nails across the thing’s hands and face, leaving bloodied marks that don’t even make it flinch; only make it squeeze at his throat tighter, the muffled breath hot on Saki’s face. He hadn’t expected to go out this way. He had at least wanted something a little more impressive; machete to the head or limbs crushed beneath the thing’s work boots. Strangled to death was such a boring manner of death.
He doesn’t contemplate it for long. Blood spurts from the creature’s neck suddenly, its hold on Saki faltering long enough for him to slip free. A screwdriver sticks out of Jason’s neck, glinting in the moonlight.
Saki drops to the ground with a gleeful wheeze, glass crunching beneath him and shredding its way through his palms as he catches himself. Dizzily, he stumbles to his feet, only to be supported by a shoulder and a pair of arms that begin dragging him to the nearest cabin with little effort.
Salem mutters something next to Saki’s ear (“Close call”) and Saki laughs, manic and far too delighted for someone who had been inches away from a crushed spine. But Salem is blood-splattered and beautiful, and gripping at Saki as if he were the last sorry bastard at Crystal Lake, and so he can’t hide the grin that tugs at him.
“Should I make good on this now or later?” Saki teases, relishing in the exhausted expression that falls over Salem’s features. Take this seriously. “What? He’s slow enough.”
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@mysterymchines said: ❣ - an assertive kiss
It’s funny, really, how easily Salem lets Saki slide into their lap despite the precarious moral high ground they had held moments before.
Their gritted-teeth displeasure melts away in an instant, furrowed brow softened beneath Saki’s touch. Salem’s gloved hands hover uncertainly at Saki’s waist until Saki surges forward, cupping Salem’s face in a forceful grip. The sort that says Pay attention to only me. He nips at Salem’s bottom lip, taking advantage of the strangled gasp Salem lets out to deepen the kiss. He all but keens when Salem’s hold tightens at his waist, hard enough to bruise, heat radiating from underneath their gloved palms.
Saki pulls back with a wicked smile, eyes blown wide with desire. He leans in close, running his tongue over the shell of Salem’s ear in teasing. Against it, Saki murmurs, “I doubt there’s ever been anyone I’ve wanted as much as you.”
It’s disconcerting. Saki has always tended to approach his romantic life (and isn’t that a laughable use of the term?) with the same sort of disinterested, spontaneous attitude that he does everything else. It’s always fun for a moment, and then boring for every passing second after that. Salem is different; Salem makes him feel hungry. Worst of all, Salem makes him feel like he wants to stay.
In retaliation, Saki bites just above Salem’s collarbone, hard, and receives an irritated growl as Salem yanks him free by his hair. Saki bats his eyelashes innocently, purrs something meaningless (“I thought you liked it rough?”), and leans in to kiss the same spot tenderly. The cause of the wound can soothe it just as well, in some cases.
Pulling back, he asks, “Is it the same for you? That terrible wanting? I swear it’s going to eat me whole.”
That’s why I’ll eat you whole instead, he thinks.
He kisses Salem sweetly, after that.
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@trshmouth said: shunt: shove my muse backwards or take down: forcefully bring my muse to the ground
Saki had to give it to him, Richie had some bite.
When he had begun following the scattered pools of blood along the meat plant’s underground, Saki had expected Richie to run, stalling for time and tossing out useless commentary like he always did. Saki hadn’t expected Richie to throw his shoulder into him, Richie’s bodily force knocking him off kilter and sending him sprawling onto his back, knife clattering a good few feet away.
Richie pins Saki’s wrists to the ground and Saki flexes beneath his weight, testing the hold. Not as weak as he had expected. He grins up at Richie, eyes alight with excitement — finally something to get the blood pumping.
Saki bucks underneath Richie, trying to use his own weight to make Richie falter. He doesn’t budge, and Saki pouts as he slumps back against the ground. “I thought you were a lover, not a fighter, Tozier? Leading me on?”
Richie is close, though. Stupidly close. So, Saki leans up just enough to meet Richie’s lips, feigning softness until the surprise hits Richie in the form a little gasp, lips parted. Saki takes the opportunity and bites down on Richie’s bottom lip, hard, until he tastes blood. He doesn’t let go until Richie’s hands fly up to shove him back, scrambling.
Saki sits up with a laugh, watching Richie glower at him, hands pulled to his mouth to stifle the bleeding.
“Me, though?” Saki prompts, referencing his earlier question and licking Richie’s blood from his teeth. “I go both ways.”
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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ What happened? ❜
❛ How are your injuries? ❜
❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜
❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜
❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜
❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜
❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜
❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜
❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜
❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜
❛ This isn’t you. ❜
❛ Stop it. ❜
❛ You should be resting. ❜
❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜
❛ How can you act like that? ❜
❛ Then why are you still here? ❜
❛ Are you okay? ❜
❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜
❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜
❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜
❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜
❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜
❛ Everything okay? ❜
❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜
❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜
❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜
❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜
❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜
❛ Why do you run from me? ❜
❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜
❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜
❛ You’re bleeding. ❜
❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜
❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜
❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜
❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜
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Ginger Snaps
Directed by John Fawcett (2000)
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𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 . ( sentence starters taken from supermassive’s 2015 game ‘ until dawn ’ mature / dark themes are present. feel free to alter pronouns. )
❛ i can’t believe you actually did this. ❜
❛ hey… did you see that? ❜
❛ what did you do??? ❜
❛ let’s party like we’re fucking pornstars! ❜
❛ i’m not gonna tell you, you’ve gotta see for yourself. ❜
❛ i thought we were goners. ❜
❛ sometimes i forget to just stop and take it all in. ❜
❛ you ALWAYS get like this. ❜
❛ well, i did mean to scare you, ‘sort of’ scare you, but not ‘for real’ scare you. ❜
❛ oh, you did NOT just do that. ❜
❛ you can’t hide from me, [ name ]. ❜
❛ no one wants in on your territory. ❜
❛ you’re SUCH a bitch! ❜
❛ i don’t give a crap about what you think. ❜
❛ are you serious? you think that’s insulting? ❜
❛ [ name ], stop. this is out of hand. ❜
❛ when i imagined us grunting together, this is not what i pictured. ❜
❛ finally, a little ray of hope. ❜
❛ well, if that’s how it’s gonna be - ❜
❛ maybe we should… you know, check it out? ❜
❛ what… was i NOT supposed to take advantage of the opportunity? ❜
❛ were you IN on this??? ❜
❛ i see a hot bath in my crystal ball. ❜
❛ i can handle it. ❜
❛ you know what? this is some bullshit. ❜
❛ i wasn’t faking anything! ❜
❛ i totally promise i won’t murder you when i find you. ❜
❛ oh my god, what the hell was that?! ❜
❛ we don’t need a fire to heat things up. ❜
❛ am i… doing something wrong? ❜
❛ i thought you were one way, but you’re.. kinda another way. ❜
❛ if this is your way of trying to make me feel better, you’re fired. ❜
❛ all you have to do is choose who you will save. ❜
❛ okay, okay okay okay. it’s gonna be okay. ❜
❛ you can’t let me die! ❜
❛ just… just give me a minute, i can’t think straight. ❜
❛ why are we still talking about this? let’s go. ❜
❛ is the night going the way you hoped it would? ❜
❛ do you intend to continue with this elaborate self - indulgence? ❜
❛ do you even believe that i’m real? ❜
❛ soo.. back to square one. ❜
❛ rule number one, [ name ] is always right. ❜
❛ rule number one, “[ name ] is always right”. rule number two, “nothing else matters because [ name ] is always right”. ❜
❛ this is really getting out of hand, okay? ❜
❛ what do we have here? ❜
❛ looking for me? ❜
❛ open your eyes. ❜
❛ oh my god, oh my god - what did you do? ❜
❛ i’m going to give you ten seconds. nine… eight… ❜
❛ well, that certainly didn’t go according to plan, did it? ❜
❛ you think this mistake won’t have repercussions? ❜
❛ thank you. for saving my life. ❜
❛ why don’t you believe me? ❜
❛ you’re not paying attention, you’re not paying attention! ❜
❛ ghosts don’t exist, okay?! ❜
❛ all i wanted to do was forget last year ever happened. ❜
❛ stay the hell away from me. ❜
❛ live and learn! ❜
❛ we’re gonna die, [ name ]. ❜
❛ i wish i could tell you.. it’s just not fair! ❜
❛ it’s too late… [ name ], what’s the point? ❜
❛ we’ve wasted everything. ❜
❛ [ name ], none of it was wasted. every second that i spent with you was the only thing i wanted to do with my time. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, i should’ve told you how i felt. ❜
❛ what gives you right to play god? ❜
❛ what makes you so special, then? ❜
❛ do you enjoy feeling terrorized, humiliated? i mean, panicked? ❜
❛ hook, line & sinker for every little stinker. ❜
❛ oh, c’mon. revenge is the best medicine! ❜
❛ you are gonna fuckin’ pay. ❜
❛ you’re a goddamned murderer, is what you are. ❜
❛ you’re only seeing what you wanna see, you’re blind. ❜
❛ i swear to you, i have no idea what happened to her. ❜
❛ can’t we all just get along? ❜
❛ not like you got the guts to really do anything about it, anyways. ❜
❛ you sure you’re okay? ❜
❛ let me say what i came to say. ❜
❛ i’m only gonna tell you this once. it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. ❜
❛ no, it’s about you, [ name ]. it’s always ALL about you. ❜
❛ why did you hurt them?? ❜
❛ how’s that feel, you fuck?! ❜
❛ oh my god, i’m so glad to see you. ❜
❛ the hell are you doing here? ❜
❛ you can’t change what happened. ❜
❛ i had to.. i had no choice. ❜
❛ don’t… don’t fucking move a muscle. ❜
❛ fucker left me to die. ❜
❛ what do you remember? ❜
❛ you need to listen to me. ❜
❛ i’ve seen what’s down there. & i’d give anything to unsee it. ❜
❛ did [ pronoun OR name ] make it? ❜
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“ ( ... ) 𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 / 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 / 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮. ”
♡ 𝚒𝚗𝚍. / 𝚜𝚎𝚕. / 𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝙵𝚄𝙺𝚄𝙸, 𝚊 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙲 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚢𝚗.
𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 / 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 / 𝚙𝚜𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝.
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