haunted by fictional voices youâve followed me into the dark, friends these are the skeletons that haunt my closet (but only part time) template by cavalierfou
renâs skeletons (n.)
characters i sometimes want to write, but canât commit to full-time. mutuals only. follows back from / sideblog to @neverhangd / @papamortuus . discord available upon request. ren, she/her, cst, 30+. just assume this blog is forever under construction. rules below the cut!
memes â･°⊠dossiers â･°⊠opens
current skellies
*available only on request
*Taneleer Tivan (The Collector) |Â (about)
*En Dw Gast (The Grandmaster) |Â (about)
*Crowley (Supernatural) | (about)  â･°⊠tag
I am forever mobile! That means I will always have to ask you to trim our threads. Itâs literally nothing personal. The best I can offer otherwise is just to keep deleting responses from the original! If this super bothers you, I get it. Feel free to move along.
Iâm literally 30+. No callout culture nonsense, no roleplaying with minors (sorry kids), I donât care if you need to vent but shove it under a read more and tag it. Dark themes present. Bad characters present. Donât like, donât follow.
Common triggers tagged, mutualsâ triggers tagged, triggers tagged on request. Iâm sorry if I mess up and miss it sometimes, Iâm only human. Iâll correct issues if theyâre pointed out.
I do minimal formatting, but will generally try to match my partnerâs formatting.
It isnât the length of your writing, but the way you use it: everyone has more fun when things are give and take and the energy is matched
Discord on request.
I love to ship. Platonic and familial is great and all but Iâm a little bit of a romantic and I donât get to express that side of my irl, so I use my writing to line vicariously through some things through my darlings.
Despite this, I am not my muse. Their thoughts and actions are not mine, etc. This is purely an exercise in self-indulgence and exploration.
I donât like to insta-ship but I do encourage being upfront about thinking about shipping. Itâs all about the chemistry, but having an endgame or a thought towards it isnât a bad thing.
Itâs on you to curate your own safe space. Hard and soft block as you see fitâbut if you soft block without letting me know, please be understanding that I might not realize it and still reblog from or message you. Being straightforward is the harder path, but also the more rewarding.
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⌠a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send â + reverse â for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
ă SQUEEZE ă : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
ă LINGER ă : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
ă MASSAGE ă : for sender to give receiver a massage .
ă LOTION ă : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
ă SLIP ă : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
ă TUG ă : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
ăCLIMB ă : for sender to climb into receivers lap
ăPULL ă : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
ăBITE ă : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
ă MARK ă : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
ă BARE ă : for sender to undress in front of receiver
ă HELP ă : for sender to help receiver undress
ă GRIND ă : for sender to grind against the receiver
ă HOT ă : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
ă OOPS ă : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risquĂŠ image.
ă CHIME ă : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risquĂŠ image.
ă WHISPER ă : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
ă HOLD ă : for sender to hold receivers throat
ă THROW ă : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
ă PRESS ă : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
ă CAUGHT ă : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
ă LIGHT ă : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
ă INNER ă : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
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i really hope @archaeval appreciates the comedy trope of "overqualified, overwhelmed 'straight man' in a surrealist/ridiculous world" as much as i do
â - genre refugee â - only sane man â - deadpan snarker
alternatively, this could work in a modern-gothic/techno-gothic type setup
Quinn stumbles up the stairwell away from the party, shaking and pale--not that anyone could tell under all the blood on her face. The party, held in the depths of a basement club, had turned sour too fast to react, and Quinn had been left alone among the carnage. Her first solo mission, a smashing failure. Without any other way to tell the time, Quinn counted in her head, emerging when she thought the sun way up.
Quinn miscounted.
Maybe worse, all that death wasn't what it might seem. Quinn had been prepared for normal monsters, but human ones?! Tatted, hardened, modern criminals who answered to leeches with tommy guns and jeering midwestern, midcentury accents--it would be cartoonish, too ridiculous to accept, if Quinn didn't already know all too well the proud legacy of her name and her blood. She is, after all, Quincey Byron Harker, only child of Mina Murray-Harker and Jonathan Harker, named after one Quincey Morris--all of whom shared in the prestigious honor of having slain the first of the vampire lineage, therefore all of vampirekind.
It was human monsters she'd tracked to the club that night, but she hadn't been entirely wrong: they worked for those who cannot work beyond the shadows, the creeping fingers of lingering, stinking evil. And tonight, she was being brought before some kind of...macabre collector, interested, no doubt, in that same proud lineage which stands against all this woman from the shadows represents. Quinn lifts her chin high. This bitch can suck it.
And then the man on the other end of Quinn's leash says something that sends the whole world tilting sideways. Just outside the woman's chambers, he ends his villainous monologue with a smirk.
"But who knows, doll? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe vampires want more than just blood." Quinn's heart stops, and she stumbles over nothing. That can't be true. She's living proof. There are no--
The elevator doors before them ding open, and Quinn is led out into the lavish suite while the guy in the suit chuckles. "Let's hope for your sake that's true, huh?"
đťđŻđŹ đŞđśđźđľđťđŹđşđş đžđ¨đş đŻđ¨đłđ đ¨ đşđťđšđ¨đľđŽđŹđš to night clubs and bars, disinterested in the noise and mess when too many humans congregated together. Their blood was nearly always tainted with cheap, shitty beer or questionably obtained drugs, none of which tasted good to a creature with such a refined palette as the Countess herself. She was an ancient vampire, centuries if not millennia old -- never ask an immortal woman her true age -- even if her appearance belonged to that of a woman in her mid-twenties.
The dimly-lit penthouse is tiny compared to the manors and mansions she was used to, but it would serve for a temporary base of operations in the middle of the city. While the elevator dinged at the entrance to her suite, she fussed yet again at her antique gown -- all black of course -- that stubbornly refused to hide more than the barest hint of cleavage. "Marco, do you--" she started, and froze as the scent of hot, fresh blood hit her nostrils. Ruby turned, pupils dilating in pale irises, as she took in the sight of the girl, beaten and bloody.
She approaches slowly, with the lithe, calculated steps of a predator, taking in the view, the taste, the scent. Her face is made of sharp, angular features bred to intimidate, and the curl of her lips downward cements her disapproval with the scene laid out before her. "So, you're the one who's been messing with my work." A heavy French accent tinted every word she spoke in that deep, velveteen voice. The tips of her fangs catch the low light just enough as she continues, "Do you think that was a wise choice to make, ma cherie?"
The woman at the center of the penthouse looks...shockingly young. Like SHOCKINGLY young. Like so young Quinn thought only Stephanie Meyers and Anne Rice made them that young. ( Oh, she's a only a little older than Quinn herself, and far more feminine in her beauty, but still young enough to seem...off-puttingly young for a vampire. ) She's sharp, a femme fatale, and Quinn half-starts to take a step back when she looms over her before her training kicks in. Most of the blood on Quinn isn't her own: she'd been witness to a terrifying bloodbath. She can't lose her nerve now, or they'll never know justice. Quinn's spine straightens instead, her eyes going hard and flinty the way she always imagined her namesake's must have when duty called upon him. She wears his name like armor--no, a sheriff's badge!, a sure and shining star even in the darkest of times, always at hand. It's for Quincey Morris' sake that Quincey Harker raises her head high.
And immediately wishes she'd taken French in school. Maybe then the thick accent would be easier to parse through: Quinn's expression goes from cowboy confident to confused before she can stop it.
"--Do. Sorry. Do I think that was a wise...'stomach' is what I heard? I don't understand the question."
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characters who are undead. characters who die in the end and so they've been dead from the start. characters who are chased by death. characters that chase death. characters who died and came back to life. characters that die again and again and again. characters who consider their past self dead. characters who were born in someone else's corpse. characters that claw their way out of the grave. characters whose deaths leave such a gaping wound that even their absence is still a presence. characters who are emissaries of death. characters who are alive but consider themselves dead. characters whose deaths are ambiguous. characters whose existences are defined by death.
send a ⥠and iâll fill this out for our muses ! iâll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i donât .
FRIENDS.  childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE.  childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND.  sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES.  dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
send a ⥠and iâll fill this out for our muses ! iâll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i donât .
FRIENDS.  childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE.  childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND.  sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES.  dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i really hope @archaeval appreciates the comedy trope of "overqualified, overwhelmed 'straight man' in a surrealist/ridiculous world" as much as i do
â - genre refugee â - only sane man â - deadpan snarker
alternatively, this could work in a modern-gothic/techno-gothic type setup
Quinn stumbles up the stairwell away from the party, shaking and pale--not that anyone could tell under all the blood on her face. The party, held in the depths of a basement club, had turned sour too fast to react, and Quinn had been left alone among the carnage. Her first solo mission, a smashing failure. Without any other way to tell the time, Quinn counted in her head, emerging when she thought the sun way up.
Quinn miscounted.
Maybe worse, all that death wasn't what it might seem. Quinn had been prepared for normal monsters, but human ones?! Tatted, hardened, modern criminals who answered to leeches with tommy guns and jeering midwestern, midcentury accents--it would be cartoonish, too ridiculous to accept, if Quinn didn't already know all too well the proud legacy of her name and her blood. She is, after all, Quincey Byron Harker, only child of Mina Murray-Harker and Jonathan Harker, named after one Quincey Morris--all of whom shared in the prestigious honor of having slain the first of the vampire lineage, therefore all of vampirekind.
It was human monsters she'd tracked to the club that night, but she hadn't been entirely wrong: they worked for those who cannot work beyond the shadows, the creeping fingers of lingering, stinking evil. And tonight, she was being brought before some kind of...macabre collector, interested, no doubt, in that same proud lineage which stands against all this woman from the shadows represents. Quinn lifts her chin high. This bitch can suck it.
And then the man on the other end of Quinn's leash says something that sends the whole world tilting sideways. Just outside the woman's chambers, he ends his villainous monologue with a smirk.
"But who knows, doll? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe vampires want more than just blood." Quinn's heart stops, and she stumbles over nothing. That can't be true. She's living proof. There are no--
The elevator doors before them ding open, and Quinn is led out into the lavish suite while the guy in the suit chuckles. "Let's hope for your sake that's true, huh?"
