a ( 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖊 + 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ) for Rosalyn Von Greyson- indie original boss bitch witch. 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. exploring themes of : feminine rage , fractured childhoods & hell as a woman. 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡.
some ideas for first meeting prompts that may help break the ice between characters . feel free to amend contexts & roles where required ! violent & alcohol related prompts present .
[ BAR ] : for your muse to join mine at a bar [ DINER ] : for your muse to join mine at a diner / restaurant [ SAVE ] : for your muse to step in to save my muse in a fight [ FAKE ] : for your muse to pretend to know my muse in public to save them from a difficult encounter [ RUN ] : for your muse to grab my muse’s hand and tell them to run [ STEAL ] : for your muse to try to steal from my muse ( pickpocketing , in their home etc – feel free to specify context ! ) [ STUDY ] : for your muse to join mine to study / read [ PICNIC ] : for your muse to join mine on a picnic [ FIRST DATE ] : for your muse to meet mine for a first date [ BREAK IN ] : for our muses to break in somewhere together [ ATTACK ] : for your muse to try to attack mine ( specify context ! ) [ DANCE ] : for your muse to invite mine to dance [ PAY ] : for your muse to pay for my muse’s item(s) ( specify context ! ) [ TAXI ] : for our muses to share a taxi ride somewhere [ CAR ] : for your muse to jump in my muse’s car and tell them to drive [ LOCKED OUT ] : for your muse to be locked out of their apartment & to ask for help from mine [ DIY ] : for your muse to ask mine for help with diy in their home [ DARE ] : for your muse to approach mine on a dare [ PATCH ] : for your muse to help mine with an injury [ COMFORT ] : for your muse to comfort mine [ SWIM ] : for your muse to throw mine into the sea / a river / pool ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] : for our muses to be tied up together [ CRY ] : for your muse to find mine crying [ KIDNAP ] : for your muse to kidnap mine [ DRUNK ] : for your muse to look after mine while drunk [ ZOMBIE ] : for our muses to be caught in a zombie attack together [ TRAPPED ] : for our muses to be trapped somewhere together ( stuck in a storm ? kidnapped together ? dodgy lock on a door ? ) [ WARN ] : for your muse to warn mine of incoming danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] : for your muse to join mine at a coffee shop / café [ WORK ] : for your muse to help train mine on the first day of their job [ ROOMMATES ] : for your muse to be my muse’s roommate ( feel free to specify whether in a college or a regular setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] : for our muses to meet in a bookshop [ EVENT ] : for our muses to meet at a charity event [ FUNDRAISING ] : for our muses to team up to raise money for charity ( feel free to specify potential ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] : for our muses to be rivals in a competition [ KARAOKE ] : for our muses to sing karaoke together [ MUTUAL FRIEND ] : for our muses to meet through a mutual friend [ STOOD UP ] : for your muse to join mine on a date after noticing that they have been stood up [ MISSION ] : for our muses to meet on a mission [ UNDERCOVER ] : for your muse to approach mine while undercover [ MUSUEM ] : for our muses to meet at a museum [ ABANDONED ] : for our muses to meet in an abandoned building [ STARGAZING ] : for our muses to meet while stargazing [ ROOFTOP ] : for your muse to find mine on a rooftop
Sorry for lack of activity, I’m just so very tired. From working mornings after working only nights for 7 years straight, has me completely tired and then adding a barely 2 month old who only likes to sleep during the day, I’m just really running on fumes rn. BUT, just give me a couple days to get back to regular again, and I’ll get to everything I owe 🖤
He chuckled darkly at her offered position with him. "Mmmm. I think I like that much better than girlfriend," he teased her, his voice muffled against her skin.
He let go of her with a sigh and went to start unpacking his bag. There was no point in dwelling on the shittiness of this place. They were stuck there. And he was stuck returning every fucking year if he wanted to keep benefitting from his trust fund. Sadly without that, he'd be fucked in all aspects of life - killing being far easier to get away with when you money was actually no object.
"Hey Ethan?" Rachel's voice rang out as he was making his way to the dresser with his bag, dropping it atop it and opening the top drawer.
"Yep," he answered shortly, his gaze unwilling to find his sister.
"We're about to start the bonfire and it's our tradition --" she started reminding him with a motion toward the hall.
"Is for the Harrison's to bond together around it," he mocked their mother's hope for the annual reunion.
"You know how it is. We'll be waiting for you," she added in gentle demand for his presence before heading off for outside.
"Yep," he repeated shortly once more, fighting off a grimace of irritation for the event.
"Guess we'll have to lock ourselves in here after," he told Rose, glancing over his shoulder as he unpacked the rest of his clothes. "Or maybe my emotional support fuck and I should do that window trick now," he added mischeiviously.
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He sat with Rose in the darkest spot possible around the fire and watched the members of his family pretend to care about each other. It was disgusting. And his attention was almost always pulled to glare Marc's way.
"We should have sat over there," he said to her quietly, leaning in so only she could hear. "Then I could have tripped him into falling in," he joked darkly over his uncle's demise. "Think we can still swap seats with my cousins?" he asked with a laugh and a gleam in his eye, finally letting his gaze find hers.
eyes roll. she suddenly regrets addressing herself as his "emotional fuck". "Oh god, let's not make that my permanent title please. I'll leave." she teases back before quickly nipping at his shoulder. It didn't take long for him to slip back into his mood. She sighs and moves to unpack as well. She tries to lighten the mood by pulling out the little black lace get ups she's packed for alone time, holding them up for him to see. "want me to wear this to dinner?" she grins, "could make things a little more exciting."
the sudden voice catches her off guard, making her jump and hide the lingerie in hand as if she's just been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. she realizes what she's done and she narrows her eyes at the door, silently mocking the voice speaking to Ethan. once alone again, she holds the lace back up, "I mean, we can-"
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The witch sits beside her partner as close as possible, practically attached at the hip as judgmental glare scans the many faces of the Harrison family. She was glad he had chose a spot furthest away from the others, a way she can observe and talk shit without anyone hearing. "this spot is fine." she assures him as she rests her chin on his shoulder, "If you'd like, I can cause an accident." she hums, the offer now on the table. She does her best not to use her abilities in front of him, but times like this, they would definitely come in handy.
she pulls away to better see him, offering him a warm smile as his gaze reflects back into hers. it was nice to see him laugh, nice to see an emotion other than just the look of misery. "I love you." she reminds him. "So what's on the Harrison family agenda for tonight? bonfire and then?" she was hoping it involved some sort of liquor, a family whiskey tasting? "please don't say The Harrison family game night or some shit."
“I don’t understand what the issue is here.” glacial orbs glare angrily at the other as she takes another swig from the bottle of whiskey in hand, “You either wanna fight or fuck. so which is it? cause I ain’t got all night to play these fuckin’ dumb ass games with you.” another swig for good measure, “I ain’t gotta spend my time with ya. there are plenty of others out there that would be more than happy to have me in their home...hell, I could be out there doin’ what I do fuckin best. I’m startin’ to think I made the mistake of not leavin’ ya as just another VICTIM on my list.”
she throws the empty bottle to the ground before bringing herself to her feet, “Shit, keep actin’ like this and I can change this whole thing around, darlin’”
brilliant bright hues pierce the darkness. she sits quietly in a chair near the living room window. She’s been waiting patiently. Smoked nearly a pack of cigarettes while doing so. Each butt ashed cleanly and saved in their carton. No evidence left behind. After what seems like an eternity, the front door opens and the hall light comes on, illuminating the room enough for her to be seen. She doesn’t move. “I don’t know what you did to PISS off your employer, but--” she sits up, placing her gun onto the coffee table for the other to see. A warning. Not her ideal weapon, but why scare them any further. “usually I don’t give my targets time to talk their way out of it, but--” shoulders shrug, “your boss was rather cheap.”
“Ya missed me?” she hums, as corners of painted lips stretch upward. she smooths out the wrinkles she’s just created, smiling as the forced closeness allows the other’s familiar scent to grace her nostrils. “I know it’s been some time since we’ve last been this close. Can’t say this is how I’d like to have rekindled our old flame, but something about being in a bit of danger just does it for me.” voice cuts off as the sound of approaching footsteps nears.
Both hidden in a closet, the light from the cracks in the door illuminate enough for her to see the other. She’s tempted to touch further but knows now’s not the time for such antics. Soon the footsteps retreat and she’s free to speak again. “I think I might’ve missed ya.”
She’s not a vampire. Not a wolf. Not a ghoul nor demon. A species of unknown origin, whose history is not as savage as what she’s become. Yet the bloodlust lingers and claws beneath the surface of inked adorned flesh. The craving, like a drug. It’s grip on her very being so strong that she can never shake free from it. Teeth sink into the flesh of her latest victim, ripping and tearing as hot crimson seeps from between plush pale lips, dripping and staining porcelain skin. Artificial claws rip through skin, tearing and exposing muscle and tendons, she digs and rips to the bone until every inch of her is drenched in their life force.
A power trip. Such a high from the fear she causes before their death. The begging and pleading, their screams like sweet lullabies to her ears. She’s content, yet buzzing from the adrenaline that courses through her. Her victim, not as innocent as you’d expect. A monster in other terms. A predator in every sense. She laughs to herself, replaying the images of their pleas. “you were so ready to drag me back to your place...JOKES on you.” she runs the tip of her tongue across her fingertips before she pauses. her unnatural senses tingling with an approaching presence.
she’s quick to stand, though not quick enough to flee from sight. She sighs aloud, turning towards the other. “I’d say it’s not what it looks like, but--” lips stretch wildly at their corners as she wipes the back of her hand across her bloodied mouth, “but it’s in fact EXACTLY what it looks like.” she crosses her arms over her chest, studying the other. “so are we gonna have issues? or are ya gonna walk away and act like you didn’t see shit?”
getting to things i owe. I will also be throwing out some older starters if anyone wants to hop on one of them lol (I'm running on 2hrs of sleep and I'm lazy)
“What are you doin’ here?” her haunting blue orbs are cold as ice as they narrow at the other. She crosses her arms over her chest, preventing her from reaching for the blade she so desperately wants to drive through the other. “I thought I told ya that I never wanted to see you again?”
“It must be pretty important if you’re riskin’ your life over it.”
heading off soon! time to close up shop and head home! I'll be back on a computer to get to things tomorrow morning! But I will still be lurking while on mobile if anyone wants to do smol things or just chat. I'm also available on discord as well!
She wears long, black matte claws. Shaped and sharpened to do actual damage, yet her claws aren't the dangerous part of it all. No. It was the subtle motions her slender fingers make. twitching, waving, extending. She manipulates an invisible force, causing their attacker to lift weightlessly into the air. "Did you just try to mug us?" she snaps, her hand now gripping the air roughly, causing obvious pain towards the other, "you must have a fuckin' death wish, huh?" she releases the air, allowing the mugger to drop to the ground with a loud thud.
"you're lucky I'm on a date." she grits her teeth before turning on the heels of her boots to face said date, an innocent toothy grin stretching across crimson painted lips. "sorry about that."
an exciting yet odd tinder date. hopefully her account won't get flagged after this.
Sure he had friends that worked in better bars or even owned really cool clubs, but Aiden had always loved hole in the wall bars. He kind of found comfort in them, but also found himself getting in to trouble in them. He would try and stop fights but usually ended up involved in them and hurt cause of them. However, he would get his own back in his own personal way. Hole in the wall bars were also good for a bite to eat and maybe he would be lucky that night and get one.
He went by himself and took a seat at the bar, ordering himself a beer, there were some interesting people around and thankfully no fights to break up, so maybe that night would be a quiet one. He wasn't expecting to have company in the form of a woman who seemed to be in a humorous mood,espeically when she pointed out the older biker woman for him. He couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape from his lips, turning fully to face her. "Oh that would be a shame now wouldn't it. But how do we know she was checking me out, she could have been checking you out." He gave her a playful grin. "I mean you are very pretty so I don't blame her."
she playfully narrows her eyes at the other, his little compliment causing the corners of her pale pink lips to tug upward ever so slightly. charming. she swirls the liquor in her glass before shooting it back all in one go. she hisses at the pleasurable burn as she slides the glass towards the bartender, gesturing for another round. "I don't think I'm her type, besides I would feel terrible if she croaked from all the excitement."
the bartender slides her another glass and she takes a sip before bringing her attention back to the male, "So uh-" she turns in her seat to get a full view of him, giving him a slow and obvious once over, "I'd say I haven't seen you around here before, but I myself haven't been here, so." she shrugs while taking another sip. "you look like a fun time. What do you do?"
A stiffed laugh, almost a snort, testified to his amusement, despite Tom's best effort to come across like the responsible person he definitely wasn't. "Uh-huh, wait until I trace your new scars with my fingertips, luv." He gives her a quick peck to her temple, whilst his gaze had already wandered to scan their surroundings.
"Hope there's room for two in that bathtub of yours." And wouldn't that be nice? A bath! A nap! But first they had to get back in one piece. Which sounded a lot easier than it was.
With Rose in his arms, he made it over to the window and risked a sneaky peek outside. "You're ready for the final round?"
"doesn't that sound nice?" she hums, leaning into the quick kiss. she wishes she can stay here in his arms, just for a bit longer before reality sets in once again. Forever cock blocked by impending danger it would seem.
"There's always room for you, darlin' " she winks as arms wrap tightly around Tom's body, balancing her weight to make things easier as he carries her towards the window. she doesn't see for herself, but by Tom's reaction she assumes the fight is far from over. "I guess." she groans dramatically, pulling herself free from his hold. They wouldn't make it far if she weighed him down. "I guess the bath and nap will have to be put on hold."
she cracks her knuckles and does a bit of a stretch before she checks her holsters. Knives all seemed to be accounted for. She wasn't too damaged, her abilities could still be used. "alright, lead the way lover."
She was the love of his life, his soulmate, not that he'd ever actually believed in that although he could easily be convinced of it now he knew her. He smirks slightly as she teases him about their last adventure. His hands resting on her lower back as he looks down into her eyes. "Okay, okay.. I trust you." Famous last words.
He lets her take the lead, following her happily, hand lightly squeezing hers then he pauses. "Wait.. are we breaking into that arcade we first fucked in?"
she wonders how long it would take for him to catch on to her little trip down memory lane. It wasn't that long ago, but they had lived through so many adventures in between, she was a little worried that their first memory together might have gotten lost somewhere in the chaos. "yes we are!" she jumped up an down with a childlike excitement.
"we're gonna get shwasted and re visit our first night together!"
He playfully bit at the top of her head, purring with agreement at her idea. If Rose managed to give dear old mom a heart attack over her announcement the title wifey would most definitely be in her furture. There was no way he wouldn't marry the woman who'd killed her. If it hadn't been for Uncle Marc's presence, Grace would have been numero uno of his most hated family members.
"Definitely over shots," he joked along with her, letting her take the first steps in once they made it to the front door. "We should also let her hear us working really hard to give her those twins," he added playfully, smacking her ass as they headed upstairs.
He could have walked the halls of this house blind. Every fiber of his being remembered the place and he doubted he could ever forget it. No matter how hard he tried. Some of his most traumatizing summers were spent there. Some of his most isolating days were spent hiding among the nooks and crannies, avoiding any and all interaction. Times in his life that no one wanted to believe, refusing to listen to his complaints. This house was responsible for the moments that broke him growing up. Moments he was forced to relive every time he stepped foot inside and the familiar chill had already begun to creep up his spine.
"I haven't been to this place since I was a kid, but I'll never forget which room is the best," he mused half to distract his mind as it began to replay those summers. He came to stop at the last door on the left, an almost sad nostalgia overcoming him. "My room" he said with gentle pride. "Well, at least it was the room I stayed in when we'd come here when I was a kid."
He opened it to reveal a seemingly normal room. The decor was tasteful, but minimal. It didn't quite resemble a swanky hotel, but it was obvious the Harrison's didn't live here full time. Almost as if they'd hired a real estate stager to decorate. But the one thing that made this room special to him was the fact that it had his favorite architectural secret. The closet wall opened to reveal a small panic room - really just a safe room that one could moomentarily hide from an intruder in, but a panic room nonetheless. One that had served as his only sanctuary when he was forced into visits as a kid.
Ethan dropped thier bags on the bed and took a deep intake of breath. "I hate this place," he admitted, with his exhale."I don't know why I agreed to this," he added with a small shake of his head as he looked out the window.
He couldn't even kill anyone to destress. He must have been insane when he'd promised his sister he'd show up. Of course he hadn't expected all these feelings to dredge themselves up like they had. And he sure as hell didn't know how to express what he was going through. Especially to Rose. Close as he felt to her, he held the misbelief that she would find him pathetic and weak if she found out about his history. Little did he know that after this trip she would end up knowing everything.
"Guess its a good thing you're here," he continued as he turned back to her, closing the space between them. He grabbed her by the hips and hugged her close, rocking their bodies back and forther gently. "Fucking you can distract me from my mind," he added, playuflly nipping at her neck with a low growl.
There's a playful roll of her eyes as his hand smacks against her backside, the idea of his family hearing them and their bedroom sexcapades made her want to cringe. It was already awkward enough that the distaste for Ethan was quite obvious when it came to most of his family, it was even more awkward to be the odd ball girlfriend to the outcast Harrison. Though she had learned to endure the looks and obvious whispers towards herself, it was harder to see the judgmental comments and actions towards Ethan. It didn't take a professional to see that his mother had a big impact on the reasons why Ethan was the way he was, and she wished she could punish the woman for all that she had done to him. "maybe you can fuck me against a window or something while they're outside sipping afternoon mimosas." she teases.
her partner's energy had shifted once inside. She could feel the discomfort and hatred practically oozing from his pores as he led her upstairs and down the halls. She gives his hand a comforting squeeze, wishing she had the power to take on his pain, even for a short while.
she's surprised to hear that the room they'll be staying in was his. once entering she's even more surprised to see just how regular it looked. She assumed it would be full of items and décor that would depict the character of an angsty child/teen, not this. Maybe she just didn't have an understanding of how vacation homes worked. she makes her way into the room, moving to look out the window and it's scenery before returning to Ethan's side. his voice broke her heart. Why did he agree to come? they could've made plans together. chose to vacation somewhere far from his family and the sorrow it brought him. "I know babe-" she breathes as his arms wrap around her. She rests her face against his chest, closing her eyes as she hugs him tightly. There's a short moment of peace, of comfort. It's nice. and then he speaks again. "by the sound of it, we might as well just lock ourselves in here the duration of this trip." she laughs, "can I introduce myself to everyone as your emotional support fuck?"
