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send “🎲” (or "dice") for me to randomize the following settings and write you a starter set within whichever one we get ♡ happy developing ᵔᴗᵔ

*feel free to take or leave anything after the bolded words! i added them to help spark inspiration but you don't have to follow them as it's written

an art museum shortly before closing, there is no one else in the art exhibition except them

their teenage bedroom but the room is empty except for a few cardboard boxes full of their old things

an old church that has chipped wood and broken windows

an empty playground at night, one of street light's lightbulbs seems to be dying as it flickers across the street

stuck in an elevator, it's been almost an hour and there's still no sign that help is on the way

an 80s/90s themed mall where a few of the stores actually feature real clothes from that era

a cemetery at 3am sharp, the fog is making it hard to see even though they have flashlights

a picnic that's set up in the middle of a grassy field, the sun has just started to set

the beach on a sunny day, the sound of children laughing in the distance alongside the seagulls begging for food

a grocery store past midnight, the only other people in the store are the workers

an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed

a grungy motel room in a motel that definitely has rats living in the walls

a college party in a fraternity / sorority house, the music is a tad too loud and they're running out of food

a dressing room full of performers after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity

an empty dressing room hours after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity

outside of a train station at midnight, the air is cold and there's a light drizzle

a crowded nightclub on new years eve, the countdown to midnight is just about to start

their dining room but there's a blizzard outside, nobody is getting in or out of the house for the next day or two

the waiting room of a detective's office in the early hours of the morning

beside a broken down vehicle on one of the back roads, you're an hour away from town and nobody ever uses the back roads anymore

the driver and passengers seats while driving for the past 2 hours, they're starting to think they may have taken a wrong turn

#out of character ♡ ask memes #please specify muse or i'll pick someone at random 💕

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got a wave of the big sad this weekend so replies will be coming throughout this upcoming week ♡

#really trying to learn to put myself first #it sucks not having muse to write but forcing it will only make things worse yk? i don't want to give half assed replies #out of character ♡ from the mun

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@spoiliage sent "▲" from this ask meme (still accepting)

daisy is honestly surprised the roles aren't switched— with how much they drank last night and how little experience she has with alcohol, it's a miracle she isn't hungover this morning. she offers the other a blanket and glass of water before taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "what can i do to help..?"

#thank you for sending this in!! ♡♡ #i wasn't sure if i should pick your muse or just leave it open dfkjghkdhg #spoiliage #interactions ♡ daisy day

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eyebrows raise and her eyes widen at the mention of disposing the body. "christ, manon! i see why you're stressing the hell out right now." max stands before crossing her arms. "i didn't call you here to help me dispose of it. i just thought it looked kinda gross and didn't know what to do next." she can't help but feel like a total dick now. "i'm sorry for dragging you into this. i.. shouldn't have called for such a stupid reason." but that doesn't solve the problem at hand; they're still standing over a dead body. head shakes. "nah, there's a reason i came so late. less people to deal with." max's gaze has one again glued to the corpse. eugh. "leaving is probably our best bet. nobody knows we're out here."

      " and you think i did ? fuck, max ——— i've seen 'em, not touched 'em ! hell knows i ain't disposed of one ! " not human, at least. it seemed like they were quickly spiraling, their volume being the loudest they've interacted with the other since — well, ever. " we've gotta run. neither of us can be gettin' in any trouble, 'specially not with somethin' like this. " ——— " did — did anyone see you ? did you see anyone ? "

#interactions ♡ maxine deveraux #interactions ♡ max and manon #spoiliage #a fun little twist / storyline we could do is that maybe authorities scanned their fingerprints or someone saw them both there #and they eventually get totally swept up in something they never should've been a part of to begin with?👀

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open to. w / m / enby, m only for romance character. susie (26, heterosexual, survivor) info. susie is in the hospital after running into traffic and getting hit. she tried to explain that she saw someone eating another person - zombie-style - but nobody is listening to her, especially not the nurses.. this post was made using beta

as happy as she is to see the other walk in, she isn't ready to be brushed off so easily again. "if you've come here to try to convince me i didn't see what i did, please just go.. i'm not in the mood to hear it." if anything, they need to be taking this time to pack a go-bag — when shit finally hits the fan and the virus starts to spread, all hell is going to break loose in the blink of an eye. it's just a matter of when and where.

#indie rp #indie apocalypse rp #indie horror rp #starter ♡ open #wounds tw #hospital tw #cannibalism mention tw

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                                  send me a ▲  & i will put our                                   character's  names  into  this                                   generator and  write a starter                                   based  on  the  scenario  that                                   comes up!

#ouuuu #out of character ♡ ask memes #please specify muse or i'll pick someone at random 💕

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though she wouldn't admit it, talullah had spent the entire morning cleaning the entire house; she'd spent more time paying attention to every nook and cranny that she barely tended to her sick father. mother is away for the month and none of her children care enough to take over doing the chores. talullah has really grown to like leon though, so putting in the effort makes it worthwhile. unfortunately, it also means that thinking he doesn't like her anymore is a bigger deal than one might think.

"sure is, up there." she nods her head towards the worn-out staircase that leads up to the second floor. "daddy don't like to leave the room much." the presence of a stranger in the house will make her father nervous but luckily for talullah, he hasn't spoken in years. femme stops once they reach the closed door bedroom door. "leon, wait.."

it was a strange request, but one leon felt powerless to refuse. what would a jazz musician know about caring for a sick old man? he might've been more nurturing than most men his age— or most men in general— conditioned to fill the role of caretaker to his two sisters growing up while his mother was away at work, but he was no doctor. still, he'd agreed without hesitation, reassuring her that she didn't need to thank him, that he'd do whatever she needed of him to help out. he could appreciate her dedication to her family, though he did think she'd be better off taking him to a hospital if she was really that worried. "'course," he answered immediately, though quickly backtracked. "i mean, i'll do what i can... not sure there's much i can do, but i'll try." the back door creaked open, and leon was hit with that familiar, warm musty scent that came along with old houses like hers, more comforted than put off by it. "he in his room?"

#>:) YOU GOT ITTTTT #angeldcgs #interactions ♡ talullah graves #interactions ♡ talullah and leon

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head nods. as the two continue speaking, riley looks towards malakai— he seems to have gotten quite comfortable talking to the locals. he's shaking one of their hands for some reason. "yeah, i don't know.. i just get a weird feeling from this place." her words are quiet, terrified that someone might overhear them talking down to the island and its people. she gives elyse her full attention once again. "no no, i totally get it. i would've been nervous to speak up too." which is why she's talking to elyse about all of this and not malakai or a different member. riley knows how much this documentary means to them which is why it hurts so badly for her to be having doubts. she leans in closer, hushing her voice even more as she says, "i saw blood streaks on the floor near a door in the kitchen earlier. it could be from a wild animal but.." eyes scan the surrounding area. with the way the locals have been staring at them since they arrived, she wouldn't be surprised if they have ulterior motives for them.. but god knows what the those could be.

riley shakes her head and backs away slightly. "you know what? maybe - maybe we shouldn't talk about this. we're just going to freak ourselves out even more.." it could all be their imagination or it could not, nobody knows, but speculating isn't going to help anyone right now. "maybe we should just . . . keep our heads low and watch for anything suspicious."

      perhaps it was the painful familiarity that had elyse itching to speak up, detestment clawing at her throat with every step they took against loose, gravel-filled dirt. her history with it — fanaticism, the supernatural, things most folks only get a taste of via hollywood film or gruesome podcast script — accounted for her clipped tongue. communities like these, ones so tight-knit, where the whispers buzz alongside the summer cicadas, repressed her into a previous form. " you — you do ? " it was refreshing to hear that riley shared the same sentiments, drastically different than the leaders of the crew who seem to be chomping at the bit to get everything on-camera. " i didn't wanna say anything ... i — i know i'm new here, so i didn't know how well y'all'd take it ... i feel like i might be — might be overreacting, though. "

#THE DARKER THE BETTER >:) but also lmk if i go too dark dfjkghdkfjgh #also idk if you've seen it but i'm kinda thinking the kilbrook cult is similar to the cult in midsommar. those kinda vibes #spoiliage #interactions ♡ riley williams #interactions ♡ riley and elyse #btw feel free to control malakai!! ik he's technically one of my characters but go ahead and use him as you would an npc<3

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as hard as danny tries to talk, not a single word comes out— not as much as a sound either. his eyebrows upturn. danny isn't sure if her touch is helping or making things worse. the butterflies in his stomach are a pleasant but fleeting distraction. "i.. i don't know, maggie." head shakes slowly and his gaze wanders towards the shirt again. "i really want to give you the benefit of the doubt but⸻" he sighs, briefly taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose. it's quite the coincidence that this girl he barely knows has a bloody shirt hidden away when there's also a local missing case happening. danny walks past maggie to sit on her bed. "o-okay.. i'm all ears."

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"okay- okay i'm gonna need you to take a fucking breather before you pass out." maggie ripped the bloody shirt out from their hands and tossed it towards her bed before placing her hands on either side of their shocked expression. "one big breath in... there you go... now exhale." their panic was understandable, them finding the bloody clothes of one of her victims tucked away in her closet as some fucked up keepsake wasn't exactly what she had planned for their evening together but maybe it was better everything be out in the open. no more secrets, now they could be fully honest with each other. "good...now, can you be chill? let me explain? i promise you're gonna feel so silly when i tell you whose blood that is."

#i hope he's okay!! #let me know if you'd prefer a different character ♡ #interactions ♡ danny riggs #interactions ♡ danny and maggie #thcophagy

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HAVANA ROSE LIU as BAILEY WALKER The Sky Is Everywhere (2022), directed by Josephine Decker

#out of character ♡ heart eyes

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of all the places she's been to in the world, nin has never seen one quite like this one. ashbrooke is so small and in the middle of nowhere that it doesn't show up on any maps— not even digital ones. her plan was originally to drive 48 hours to meet one of her best friends a few towns over but plans change - people change . . . and just like that, nin found herself looking for any kind of work to make enough money to get back to somewhere more familiar. she's even opted for multiple jobs to hopefully get out even faster.

femme removes a bud from one ear, the music still playing loudly as it gets shoved in her pocket, and looks up when she overhears someone say her name. "did you say you're looking for nin?" she gets up from the booth and walks to the other, removing the second earbud. "..well, that'd be me, friend." the corner of her lips pull into a small smile. she extends her hand in the space between them and says, "what can i do for ya?"

paging @motelcafe ! inspo.

      a worn down diner, remote, almost as if it was symbolic for how fionn felt — stranded, just like him. the deep american countryside was far different than the one of his hometown. just his luck to pick the most eerie town. but hey, work is work. " i — pardon me. " the thick irish accent immediately gave away his foreigner status. " i'm looking for [your muse's name]. would you be able to point me in the direction of their home ? "

#it's amazing!! tysm :') #let me know if you'd prefer someone else ♡ #spoiliage #interactions ♡ nin king #interactions ♡ nin and fionn

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Amerie & Malakai First and Last Interactions

#out of character ♡ wishlist #ummm. this for anaisha😭

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continuing from here ♡ @spoiliage

max takes a short walk around the general area. "well, that's partially why i called you, manon.. i don't know what the fuck to do." she returns to her spot above the dead body and kneels down to better examine it. the smell alone is enough to make her instantly nauseous. she covers her nose with her hand. "it feels wrong to just leave it but.." max looks up at the other. "think about how guilty we might look if we call the police."

#thank you for replying!! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ #spoiliage #interactions ♡ maxine deveraux #interactions ♡ max and manon

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continuing from here ♡ @spoiliage

it's not unusual for riley to confide in strangers. she'd much prefer looking into the eyes of someone she doesn't know while sharing her feelings, which is something she has little practice with doing. this seems like a big enough worry to break free of that little quirk though. riley awkwardly readjusts her backpack, taking a second to attempt to find the right words. "i just, uh.. i have a really bad feeling about this place." she can look past the chipped wooden houses and dirt roads but it's the townspeople that are really making her uncomfortable. the stares. the whispers. the symbolisms everywhere. ugh. "i know how big this documentary will be for us but i don't know.. do you get where i'm coming from?"

#thank you so much for replying!! 🥰 #spoiliage #interactions ♡ riley williams #interactions ♡ riley and elyse

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continuing from here ♡ @lvciddreamt

the widest smile grows on darcy's lips— she has no idea why she was so worried about hannah not agreeing with her. "girl.. i am so glad you said that!" she feels an immediate rush of excitement and confidence. "it's almost like, too obviously him, right?" as bad as it sounds, darcy had been watching him for a few days now. he has the same weird, boring routine after work and every night at 11pm sharp, mr. haynes has the same hour-long jog.

her jaw drops. an arm momentarily lifts off the wheel to playfully smack hannah's arm. "oh my god, shut up! .. as if i would ever find out by trying to sleep with him." she laughs at the idea. donatello haynes gives darcy a serious case of the heebie-jeebies. "no, i was thinking something a lot more fun and risky," eyebrows dance up and down. "like sneaking into his house when he's gone and seeing what we can find.."

#thank you for replying!! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ #lvciddreamt #interactions ♡ darcy doolittle #interactions ♡ darcy and hannah

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starter call closed with. @lvciddreamt, dakota and muse of your choice, preferably early-mid 20s info. our muses are volunteer camp counselors (because they were short staffed for the summer and the camp operator, mr. lovett, basically begged them to help out). now that the weather is getting colder and all the kids have gone back home, the counselors thought it would be fun to have one last good-bye party for themselves; unknowingly stranded as someone has stolen an important piece of their only vehicle back to civilization. the worst part? people will start to die and it could be any one of them doing it.. this post was made using beta

booze, good music and a bonfire— the perfect way to say 'we won't ever see each other again after this. have a nice life!'. dakota had also planned a little surprise; fireworks. he has them tucked away behind a tree until he's ready to light them.

the seven counselors are sitting on logs around a campfire. there's not a breath of wind or cloud in the sky. dakota was just dared to let someone draw whatever they want on his chest with a black marker. he stands in front of the chosen one, shirtless. "you better not hold back." says the homme with a smirk. the marker lays in the palm of dakota's hand.

#please let me know if you'd prefer something different or want me to change anything!! ♡ #starter ♡ closed #lvciddreamt #interactions ♡ dakota bendetti #queued

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continuing from here ♡ @elpida

a few wrinkles form beside his eyes as a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. graeme mcgregor isn't the type of man who deserves to be offered such a nice gesture so willingly. "thank ye but as much as i'd like to, i really shouldn't stay long.." he would love nothing more than to sit and have a bite to eat with her — mcgregor couldn't remember the last time he ate a hot homecooked meal — but the butterflies in his stomach are an instant reminder of why he came here in the first place.

vesper has such a kind soul. it breaks his heart knowing that he won't be seeing it in a closer light; mcgregor has always had a thing about keeping everyone at an arms length away but somehow she managed to sneak straight past that barrier. he'd be pissed if he wasn't so damn impressed.

mcgregor walks in and makes himself comfortable. "nah. you ain't do nothin' wrong darlin', don't worry." vesper can do no wrong in his eyes. "but, uh, listen . . . this ain't gonna be a pleasant conversation." mcgregor sighs, leaning against her kitchen counter. the words feel like they're stuck in his throat. he's quiet for a while, staring down at the floor.

#thank you for replying!! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ #you're so valid!! tbh 34 is close enough; i wouldn't have minded #also please don't worry about matching length omg #interactions ♡ graeme mcgregor #interactions ♡ mcgregor and vesper #elpida #queued