otherwordly & vaguely threatening

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

feel free to adjust as needed!

“  there are ghosts here.  ”  

“  this place is haunted.  i can feel it.  ”

“  don’t you see it?  over there—  they’re standing right there.  ”

“  something is watching us.  ”

“  i don’t feel safe anywhere.  nowhere is safe.  ”

“  it’s after me—  i know it’s here.  ”

“  the ghosts are my friends.  i like it when they’re here.  ”

“  don’t go in there.  there’s something…it’s not good.  ”

“  you really expect me to believe that ghosts are real?  ”

“  of course ghosts are fucking real—  energy?  can’t be created or destroyed?  we gotta go somewhere.  ”

“  are you real?  ”

“  there’s nothing there.  listen to me,  look.  there’s nothing.  ”

“  i’m not— i saw something! it was there!  ”

“  i saw a ghost once.  ”

“  the spirits…they’re unsettled.  ”

“  i feel like there’s something there.  in the corner of my eye.  but every time i turn around it disappears.  ”

“  why are you haunting me?  ”

“  i’m not scared of you.  ”

“  don’t look but…i think something is following us.  ”

“  don’t let it see you.  if it sees you,  it can take you.  ”

“  it feeds on fear.  don’t give it what it wants.  ”

“  most spirits…just want to be left to themselves.  but some…they feed on our energy.  ”

 “  ghosts don’t scare me.  they make me sad.  ”

“  it’s too late for them—  it got to them.  ”

“  there’s something…dark inside me.  i can feel it taking over,  clawing at my mind.  ”

“  this is freaking me out.  let’s leave.  ”

“  jesus christ! did you see that?!  ”

“  i felt something touch me just now.  ”

“  i can feel something…  ”

“  i just want to help them be at peace.  ”

“  don’t leave me here alone it’s fucking creepy!  ”

“  ghosts can’t really hurt us.  ”

“  i can see you.  ”

“  you can see me?  can you hear me too?  ”

“  i’ve been trapped here for so long.  ”

eyes catch eyes , standing a few inches from one another, was always a danger with the initial attraction that remained regardless especially in a serious situation. ❝ i'mma need ya to step back darlin'. ❞

THERE WAS A LOT THEY DIDNT AGREE ON. plenty of irritated compromises and moral exceptions made all around. but their stubbornness? that was shared. people say to watch out for wolves in sheep clothing, no one talked about what happens when the wolf wore its skin proudly. when it bore its fangs with intention, stalked its prey and devoured what dared stepped into its territory. while she was no little red riding hood, anita felt that familiar shiver down her spine. just wasnt sure what kind of shiver it was yet, especially with huck sawyer.

There’s something  off about her,  though Cas doesn’t think it’s her, responsible for all these bodies. He doesn’t have time for a confrontation with an outsider. He could just let her shoot him; unless she has bullets made of melted down angel blades or such, he’d shrug the shot off easy enough. But something about her... a human soul, but strange, somehow. That, and if she’s an innocent in this, he doesn’t want her to get killed because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’d rather convince her to trust him.

WELL, THAT FUCKING TRAIL LED TO HIM — was the first thought through her head. if was thinking logically, she wasnt exactly in the right place at the right time either. the only difference is that as far as she knew, only one of them had a badge. he was an average man, handsome but not supernaturally so. the only thing that stood out was the beacon of power that felt like a raging fire that miraculously wasnt crawling up the walls and killing them both. well, one of them. she would bet her left arm he could walk out of a burning building with nothing but a minor throat irritation.

" yeah well, that sounds dandy but im not really in a trusting mood— can you fucking tone it down? jesus christ. " her physical discomfort despite the wide space between them was evident though her gun never pointed away from him. it was like drowning in a sauna, so much warmth that it stole the breath out of her lungs at the same time made her want to touch him. death was nothing more than a moth, searching for the light and devouring all it could find.

@executiioner || the whole being dead thing starters || accepting!

“Blah, blah, Bible. Jesus magic.”

dean's reclined about as far back in the flimsy chair sitting at a table outside the local bar that the poor backing is gonna allow. any further? his ass is gonna end up on the pavement. gaze fixed upon the sky overhead and the warm sun beating down on his face--he takes in a breath and blindly plucks up the half-drank beer off the black, wrought iron table top. lips greet the bottleneck midway. a craned neck and a side glance later..

..that's when he sees the protestors starting to gather across the street. he's got no idea what kinda building's over there but judging by the carbon copy, stepford husband and wives looking lot of them and the signs they're carrying? it's gotta be something that's none of their business but they've decided to make it their own anyway. lots of words about HELL and JESUS scribbled on them. "...the hell..?"

his face screws up in confusion. long legs swing backwards and he scoots up in his chair til he's upright again. a bit of shuffling around and one foot's cocked up on its tiptoes underneath his chair. the other? planted firmly on the ground. he starts accessing what shenanigans he's about to witness when he sees them start waving to the cars passing by. or attempting to stop the people who just wanna go about their business. oh. that's a...

a bar across the street from a church. he gets it now. a little roll of his eyes and a voice rings out to his right. it catches his attention and he glances towards the owner. a puff of a laugh chases after 'blah, blah, bible. jesus magic.' and her hard roll of the eyes is mirrored by one of his own. "yeah.. just weird that they're always so AGGRESSIVE. like.. isn't the guy they're promoting the opposite of that? peace, love and turn the other cheek? seems like that type? sorta misses the mark. I'LL DRINK TO THAT." his beer's tipped her way before he takes a swallow and gestures towards one of the empty seats at his table with a fan of his fingers.

JESUS MAGIC WASNT SPECIAL. take away the soul and hankering for human flesh, it was more replicable than the bible thumpers wanted to believe. the kool aid didnt taste as good if everyone could do it. yet the sight of the picket line made her mood sour a little more than it already was —a reminder of why she kept out of the church as much as possible. necromancers werent exactly the 'poor and downtrodden' that they wanted. and much to the disappointment of her stepmother, it wasnt like she would burst into flame or start foaming at the mouth if they did. anita regularly used holy water and owned several bibles. but when youve stared into the open maw of the monsters that lived in the dark, protests about piety seemed fucking stupid.

she hadnt realized her thoughts left the inside her skull until the other man in the bar had responded. her dark gaze shifted toward his table, a sardonic smile pulled at the corner of her lips. he wasnt wrong, making obvious that he might share some of the religious trauma that lived in the back of her head since she was a child. " if peace and love worked, they'd have no easter service. "

well damn, that was jaded even for her. maybe she did need a drink. the woman picked up the full yet opened beer the tender had placed next her, taking a swig of the hoppy liquid. drinking wasnt her kind of passtime but she was a week into an investigation that was almost as exhausting as the cookie cutter karens holding their big sinner signs. she decided to close the space between the two strangers, taking a seat at his table. day drinking was less sad with company.

he was handsome in a conventional way, borderline pretty, though the ruggedness juxtaposed the picture he made. nothing about him set off any of her metaphysical alarm bells though she knew better than to assume he wasnt armed. she was and so was most able bodied men in this small midwest town. she placed her beer on the table to gather her dark mane curls in her hands and lifting the weight off the back of her neck. the cool hair was a nice reprieve on the warm day. she decided on a sundress, easily hiding her weapon in a thigh strap though the many shiny light pink scars on her were much more noticeable. she just needed to question to the priest and could only look the part so much.