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tomaturtles · 10 months
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🎲!
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madefordvarka · 2 years
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“Your eyes are red… Were you crying?” for Julie x Rin
Rin hadn't expected to walk into Ormond and find Julie slumped into a couch.
Truthfully, she hadn't even come here to see Julie- at least, that's what she was telling herself. She was supposed to have come here to ask Susie about some books, and maybe, maybe, make small talk with Miss Kostenko if she happened to see her.
It seemed the books would have to wait, the small talk taking precedence with the way Julie was staring dejectedly at the ceiling and scrubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her flannel.
Rin crossed the floors of Ormond, tugging her frayed kimono tighter to her chest. She couldn't feel the cold anymore, but something about the repetitive motions calmed and soothed her- probably reminding her of back when she was still alive.
But she was alive, wasn't she?
She gave a soft shake of her head, putting her quandaries aside and cleared her throat.
"Julie?" She asked, using the softest voice she could muster, "Are you alright? You look like you've been crying."
Julie looked up at her with those big baby-blues she was sure would send her heart into a frenzy if it still beat.
With furrowed brows she nodded.
"I wanna go home," Julie whispered, "I'm so tired. That thing never stops screaming in my head. Frank's a dick and won't listen to anyone, but really we're all just hurting."
Rin offered a soft smile, sitting herself down next to Julie. She knew the anger all too well, the feelings drowning her when she was sent into a trial. She wanted revenge, and while she knew it was nobody here's fault, it was hard for her to see the truth when she was sent to kill them. She only saw her father- and to her, the Survivors were the embodiment of him.
The Entity controlled them- and unless they were already a mess before being brought here, she was almost certain that they were all in the same boat.
Almost nobody actually wanted to be here.
It was just what it had to be.
"I'm sorry, Julie," She finally answered, gaze lingering on the blonde's face, "I wish I could fix things- but know you're not alone."
Julie scooted herself closer to Rin, resting her head on her lap and tugging her blanket over the pair of them.
This wasn't really something out of the ordinary for them- and while Rin normally wouldn't entertain such affections from someone, she had to admit to her soft spot for Julie.
"Can you stay with me for a while?" She asked, snuggling herself into the blankets, "I just don't want to be alone right now."
Rin felt something tug inside of her- maybe the new equivalent to her heart quickening its pace.
"Of course," She responded, as she gingerly rested her hand on Julie's head.
Anything for you~
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unnervingagitation · 1 year
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🍷☂️🎁
"Drinking socially was always expected of me, but whether I like it or not is another story," Evan responds, "I don't mind it, but not in excessive amounts. I like to keep on my toes." Evan sighs, allowing himself to ponder the second question.
"Rain is nice, I remember when it used to rain at the estate. I liked the way it sounded, brought me peace."
The third question, however, he doesn't want to answer in any detail.
"No, I don't like my Birthday, but I'll celebrate other people's with them."
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disableddyke · 3 months
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stalebagels · 4 months
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Edit: muted this monstrosity but if you're looking for the blank template it's on my blog and I'll tag this and it with "the stupid fucking shorts post" so you don't have to scroll through everything 💀😂 (I did not make the template btw, I don't know who the OP is but if you do please let me know)
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bichimney · 11 months
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assign your mutuals a vibe
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cityandking · 6 months
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oc asks: not-so-nice edition
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
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balee-art · 5 months
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What a dysfunctional squad.
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lilybug-02 · 1 month
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Possession PSA.
Thank you @ferronickel for giving me this crack head idea.
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roblingoblin285 · 1 year
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i love when ppl ask writers questions about their ocs and they're like "uhh i think so?" as if they didn't invent them. like they're just mild acquaintances we have
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minyicho · 1 year
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edit: yeah they did
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madefordvarka · 2 years
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Picnic date. (Romantic or platonic.) Any dbd characters you want.
(I have an idea for the coffee date but no spoilers! It will be out later on today.)
AHH Thank you for this!! Here is some Morripark! ♥
He took a breath.
The Saboteur quietly unzipped the flap of his tent, backpack slung haphazardly across his back. Cicadas chirped from God knows where as he made his way further into the woods.
He didn't see anyone else- not that many people bothered with him anyway, but he needed to be careful when sneaking out like this. The others could get unreasonably worried about Survivors wandering off alone, despite the fact that the worst that could happen was already happening to them every day.
And wandering around like this? It almost felt normal- the way he carefully trudged through the foliage, hearing the leaves crunch beneath his feet.
It reminded him of when he was back home, going on hikes to connect with nature and clear his head.
Though a single glance upwards reminded him how wrong he was.
No moon, no stars, the sky was an empty black void threatening to swallow him whole. The Entity wasn’t able to replicate things outside of trials that well, or so it seemed, and stars at night was just something he and the others had grown used to no longer having.
Jake ignored the way the neverending darkness sent a chill down his spine, instead stopping beside a bush and spreading out the tattered blanket from his backpack.
One last look behind him reassured Jake that he was alone, and he slowly began pulling out the other contents of his bag.
It wasn't much, but he'd managed to steal some beer and other snacks from a trial, and he figured that would be enough for his little picnic- and besides, it was less about the food, and more about who he was going to be able to spend time with.
"Boo!"
Jake rolled his eyes, gaze settling on the shadowy figure coming towards him.
The man was clad in a red and white jacket, and Jake could just make out the blue straps of his own bag across his back. He picked up speed as he drew closer to where Jake was waiting, tackling him into the blanket with a louder than he’d intended thump.
Jake allowed himself to squash the other man into a tight hug, but only for a moment.
"Frank!" Jake laughed, using his arm to shove the smaller man off of him, "You're gonna make a scene!"
The Killer let out a groan, rolling himself on his back with a soft thud.
"So?" He quipped, "Isn't everyone sleeping?"
Jake furrowed his brows. 
“Only some of them, the rest are sitting around the fire- do you guys sleep at ‘night’?” Jake asked, putting air quotes around the word night like it wasn’t eternal darkness where they were trapped.
Frank glared, but shook his head.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right- but I was just excited to see you!”
Jake found himself laughing at the admission, to which Frank uttered a soft shut up under his breath. 
If anyone had told him he’d fall in love here of all places, he’d never have believed it. 
If anyone had even suggested it would be with a Killer of all people, he’d have laughed in their faces.
But he and Frank had just clicked with one another- and even though he was a Survivor, and Frank was a Killer, both of them were being forced to be there. 
Frank and his friends, they weren’t really like the other Killers- the ones that took pleasure in killing. If he was to believe Frank, and he did, their story was a tale of young people being manipulated by something they didn’t understand.
Jake smirked.
“Yeah, and if the other Survivors find me here with you of all people, how do you think they’d react, huh? This isn’t exactly the place you want to sleep with the enemy.”
Jake didn’t like putting it that way, but it wasn’t far from the truth- and besides, he kind of liked it. 
He hated to admit it, but he liked the danger and mystery in his relationship, and the way that because of it, he always had someone on the other side looking out for him. It made him feel important in a way that he never had before. 
Though it still pained him to see the other Survivors with their partners on a regular basis- not like him and Frank sneaking around like this. He’d always hoped he could find something to make his time here more bearable, and Frank did that, but not being able to be with him regularly felt like a cruel addition to his punishment.
“Jake.”
His attention was brought out of his thoughts, gaze focusing down at the face of his boyfriend. 
“Stop moping and pay attention to me!”
Jake found himself laughing once again, swooping down so that their noses were touching.
“If you say so, Mr. Morrison~!”
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unnervingagitation · 1 year
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🎁 + [A carved statuette of a brown bear… the face appears almost kindly despite being carved out of old oak]
- @the-game-warden
“Oh…”
Evan wasn’t normally one to be so soft and sentimental- in fact one could argue that he was the exact opposite of that, but something about the thoughtfulness of the gift brought a wave of emotion over the Killer.
He allowed himself to smile- a genuine grin tugging on his lips, and honestly he was thankful to have his face covered by his mask. Emotions were weird for him- he didn’t want to have to acknowledge just how much he appreciated the present in person.
He would rather write it out later and leave a note for Jake to find. Much less vulnerable, if nothing else.
“Thank you for this, it’s beautiful.”
@the-game-warden
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siffrin-enthusiast · 1 month
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which mutual am i? ask game
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hiraeth-doux · 2 months
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spellbooking · 2 months
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when you start your 10th playthrough and your ass is down, down, down by the river yet again
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