moved to a primary blog lol

your hiding place isn’t watertight enough. life oozes in from all sides.

go to bed or you’ll fall asleep here at the table.

what are you hiding under your hand? let me see.

it feels so good to talk. it feels nice and warm.

lots of people have told me i’m a good listener.

in hindsight, it all seems so dreary. a real dime store novel.

imagine believing so strongly in something that you devote your entire life to it.

try and listen to me now.

don’t you know it’s bad luck to compare hands?

i don’t think there’s any point in your staying here in the hospital. it’s just hurting you to be here.

you’ve hurt me badly. you’ve been laughing at me behind my back.

it’s almost morning and it’s still raining.

give me a sedative.

it doesn’t make any sense. nothing fits together.

things aren’t that simple for me. or so funny, either.

what’s it called? no, no, no. us, we, me, i. 

but i’m skating on thin ice, telling you about such things.

that’s a healthy sign. i’ll tell the doctor.

you were in agony for days.

leave me alone! i’m cold and rotten and indifferent.

just what kind of person are you anyway?

i’ll get a handkerchief.

no one’s ever bothered to listen to me. like you’re doing now. you’re really listening.

you were afraid. you had a guilty conscience.

i’m behaving like an idiot. i don’t know what got into me.

you could be reading a good book instead.

is it possible to be one and the same person at the very same time, i mean, two people?

i remember it all like one long torment.

you won’t forgive me because you’re too proud.

anyway, there’s no reason to start blubbering.

how can i say everything i’ve thought without getting lost, without boring you?

many words and then disgust, unbearable pain, the nausea.

repeat after me. nothing.

is it really so important not to lie, to tell the truth, to speak in a genuine tone of voice?

you’re cold and indifferent.

isn’t it better to just let yourself be silly and sloppy and dishonest?

i don’t understand those sorts of things.

since i’m not allowed to see you, i’m writing instead.

why? did something frighten you?

i’ve been talking nonstop while you’ve just listened.

i know it’s asking a lot, but i could use your help right now.

but my pain was real, that’s for sure.

scared there for a minute, weren’t you?

i’m only here to help you.

there’s no reaching someone like you.

you got me to talk, to tell you things i’ve never told anyone. then you go and pass it on.

you think i don’t understand? the hopeless dream of being. not seeming to be, but being.

i’ll never be like you. i change all the time.

that was silly of me.

and the guilty conscience you feel over little things.

have i unknowingly hurt you somehow? was there some terrible misunderstanding between us?

another random assortment for your enjoyment!

do they enjoy silence or find it too loud?

how many hours of sleep do they average per night?

would they ever skydive/paraglide/etc?

describe their dream home.  looks, location, decorations, etc.

can they roller skate/skateboard?  would they like to learn?

what’s their favorite dish to cook?  favorite dish to order out?

describe their dream vacation.  would they take anyone or go alone?

are they close to any of their family members?  

what is their idea of the afterlife?  does it scare them?

what’s their love language?  

would they describe themselves as beautiful/handsome/etc?  

did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them?  

what they wanted to be when they grew up vs what they do now.

what type of neighborhood did they grow up in?  do they still live there?

does their family/friends have any traditions they take part of?

who is their best friend?  how long have they known them?

do they have anyone they consider their enemy?  what did they do to gain that title?

did they have a rebellious stage as a teenager?  what did it involve?

what’s currently in their pockets/purse/etc?

how much cash do they generally carry with them?

do they celebrate any holidays?  what are the celebrations like?  do they have a favorite?

have they ever traveled outside their country?

are they an affectionate person?  how do they feel about pda?

if they were choosing an adventure to go on what would it consist of?

have they ever been in a physical fight?  what happened?

are they more likely to take the leader role or let someone else call the shots?

has anyone ever betrayed their trust?  do they still speak to them?

do they believe in magic?  why do they have this belief?

do they wake up on the first alarm, hit snooze, or have multiple alarms set? 

what’s the first major event they remember in their life?

what would their three wishes be if they found a genie?  

have they ever ended a relationship to pursue their career/education further?  what happened?

what do they consider their worst habit? 

are they good at explaining things to others?

how do they handle being upset/angry?  do they yell, cry, go silent, etc?

do they have any habits they believe are odd?

if they could hit redo on a single past event in their life what would it be?  would they do it if it meant changing the present?

what does their future look like when they picture it?  who’s there with them?

have they ever been to court?  what was the outcome?

( Change pronouns as needed! )

( Change pronouns as needed! )

If your character’s least-favourite family member deliberately destroyed your character’s favourite clothing article, how would they react?

What was your character’s latest job?

Does your character have a favourite vacation spot?  What is it?  Why?

Are there any causes or issues your character thinks needs more awareness? 

Who was your character’s favourite family member?  What were they like?

How did your character perform in school?

What does your character think the biggest obstacles to world peace are?

Does your character have a favourite fantasy animal?  What is it?  Why?

What would your character consider giving their maternal grandparents as a gift?  Why?

What would your character consider giving their parents as a gift?  Why?

What would your character consider giving their adoptive parents as a gift?  Why?

If your character’s romantic interest lost your character’s favourite object, how would they react?

If your character found someone’s credit card someone had obviously lost, what would they do?

Has your character ever been close to death?  If so, when and why?

If your character found their mother’s private journal, would they read it?

If your character found a million euros what would they do?

If your character was responsible for the death of their parents, how would they feel?

Would your character give their life for anything?  Why?

If your character got a gift they hated, how would they react?

If your character found a roll of undeveloped film someone had lost, what would they do?

content warnings: body horror, some n.s.f.w. references, nonsense (??? i guess that’s a warning), unsanitary references, surveillance (in one prompt) feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

“He looks like a contestant on the Pick-up Artist.”

“You’ve already ruined him.”

“No, from a side profile, you can see his teeth through his mouth. You can see the inside of his eyeballs!”

“Nothing is good about this, [name].”

“You see this guy at a bar, and you’re like, ‘hey what’s up, you look like a cool guy I can be friends with, got a little bit of an overbite but I’m not bothered by that,’ all of a sudden, something, ‘oh wait a second, you’re a sunfish’.”

“He looks like a fat Freddie Mercury! He’s the champion of nothing!”

“No, I’m not a sell-out. I wanna make something original with my time on this earth. I wanna create an easily-franchisable character, something that children– oh no– something that children will dream about in the nighttimes, and so the dreaming hours the children will see for them. Something in the dreaming hours, yes!”

“What possible justification would he have for wearing this in the formal times?”

“Little juicy butt-meat.”

“This is our child we’re talking about.”

“Why can’t we have just a big old juicy butt?”

“Oh my God, his chin goes inside him.”

“Play your cards right and it’ll go inside you, too.”

“Why would anyone want that?!”

“It’s a new move! I read about it in Cosmos! It’s ‘Cosmo’ for space!”

“This is my son, Random Boy.”

“Help me find the perfect boy.”

“Now that’s a boy I can get into!”

“Look at that beast of a man.”

“What if they just have a weird roommate, and nobody knows why he’s there?”

“This guy seems super-friendly, and I feel like, [name] is gonna need a positive influence in his life. But also, he’s a federal investigator. He’s gonna need some FBI glasses. Is there something approximating a detective hat?”

“Spin one off the top of the dome.”

“I’ll figure it out!”

“Oh my God, what have we done? You don’t think about the repercussions until you see it in the real world. Look at this tableau!”

“And really, look at these two monstrosities, how could they ever hate each other? They need each other.”

“Now what’s my little perfect boy up to? … He’s sitting on the couch, he’s plotting, he’s planning.”

“If you think about it, he has a third dad and it’s you.”

“Can you move faster, my perfect boy?”

“I forgot that we were gonna be watching everyone use the bathroom.”

“Now, little boy, it’s time for you to get a job.”

“And I think [name]’s gonna keep eating burgers until he dies.”

“What do you want? Go chat with your kids. Go do a kid chat. I gave you a task, I am your God. You chat with boys! Get on there, I wanna see it, I wanna see it, I’m gonna see every word. We’re monitoring your internet activity.”

“Well no, he’s catfishing married women. To send him Pokemon cards.”

“Got twenty-four hours of this, huh?”

“These burgers have been blessed. Look at that: infinite burger!”

“In that one day of life, though, he pissed his pants.”

“How many dads do we need to accrue?”

“Hey, mind if I tickle the ivories for the first time in my life? Anybody?”

“Just walk home, you can’t afford the Uber. In your… bathrobe.”

“Oh, he’s back to catfishing!”

“Can you tear the wall down between there and the bathroom for me?”

“What is going on in this house? This is a bad house.”

“What’s [name] doing? … Ah, leaving.”

“You don’t understand what he means to me.”

“Can you dismiss witnessing death?”

“Nah, no big deal. It happens. Win some, lose some.”

“Scoot over, Grim Reaper.”

“If he dies, I’ll delete my computer.”

“Can we flirt with Death?”

“Get outta here, you! Oh, you’re taking the trash out.”

“Hi, this is gonna seem weird to some of you.”

content warnings: mentions of murder feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

“Welcome to my laboratory – and your laboratory; it’s a shared, uh, artistic studio space.”

“That would be some pretty impressive alchemy.”

“I keep him stored in my head at all times.”

“Is it blood? Is it marinara? Nobody knows.”

“I just wanna start doing advanced cat stunts!”

“Maybe kitties have fire resistance.”

“And I know I said the eyes weren’t gonna bother me, but now I’m looking at them, and they’re bothering me. They’re hollow!”

“Whether or not cats have souls is debatable anyway.”

“I punched these people so hard this other person just died.”

“There’s a deepweb of lasagna.”

“Should I go to prison?”

“Let them make a prison that can hold you.”

“Oh no, they’ve clothed me.”

“How big are we talking? The size of the goddamn universe? I can make this thing look like fucking Yggdrasil.”

“Your whole goddamn perspective on the fucking world, on this plane of existence, is gonna change forever.”

“Woah, woah! This horse is fighting some wolves!”

“I loved that horse so much, but let’s create a new one from the loam.”

“Why is flight part of the deal?!”

“Ohh, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. This is the greatest day in my whole life.”

“He’s not especially fast.”

“I think what we need to do is just change our definition of what ‘beating the game’ is.”

“I think you mean eighteen hundred horses.”

“He lost his happy thought.”

“Attack, my horse army!”

“I’m gonna punch a whole in the fucking universe.”

“One dragon’s cool. You know what’s cooler? A billion dragons!”

“All I can see are my giant Garfield legs.”

content warnings: body horror, some n.s.f.w. references, mentioned strangulation & injuries feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

“We’ll explore the whole package.”

“I gotta say, you’re starting with a sweet boy. He looks like a sweet boy. We’re gonna do something about that, though.”

“We’re gonna see what happens to this sweet boy’s sweet face together. You ready?”

“Eyes have now become triangles, like two viper fangs on this man’s face.”

“This guy is now becoming Nigel fucking Thornberry.”

“Why would this be how it works?”

“Now, do you think if you went at it long enough, you would get back to something approaching humanity?”

“I’m into it.”

“I didn’t make it do any of this!”

“It’s like some sort of fish monster now!”

“I’m gonna put a lotta stink on this one.”

“You can’t stop, you’ve already committed, you’ve thrown your hat over the fence, you have to keep going for it.”

“It was going better until I was confronted with these grim visions of humanity.”

“Why are his nostrils fucking glowing?!”

“His face is just triangles now.”

“I like the sad clown vibe that some of these characters have.”

“He’s starting to look almost a little bit like a cartoon turtle.”

“No but that mouth is gone now.”

“It looks like a temp face. It looks like you took your face into the shop and they gave you a rental face.”

“You’re saying he climbed out of the lake, traded his voice so he can’t speak, to a witch–”

“He climbed out of the ocean, he strangled a bandit to death, and took his clothes.”

“He’s hard to look at in the light. I feel like his pastiness is, uh, I dunno, a lot more accentuated than I expected.”

“Now here’s the question: will she forgive you?”

“Well I hope so, because there’s a treasure chest in that room I didn’t get.”

“He doesn’t trust anything inside a hard shell.”

“I can punch it apart!”

“How can she punch what she can’t see?”

“Back to my home! Back to my aquatic dwelling!”

“Instinct drove you back to the water.”

“I don’t need a tutorial because tutorials are not for winners. … [name], look up where I can find a human effigy right quick.”

“I just don’t wanna look at all of this flesh. I can see bone coming out of his/her/their arm right now, this is, uh, this is a fantasy I have never possessed.”

“Oh god, there’s just meat on his head that’s just… coming off.”

“Jesus, I’m dead.”

“Why are there eighteen guys here now?!”

“They can’t follow you there. Except that they can definitely, definitely can and will follow you there.”

“Get the thing in the window!”

“Please sprint now.”

“Shut up. Bonfire.”

“He’s holding his wrist, it’s broken!”

“Now he’s just contemplating some stuff.”

“Why did I come up here?”

“I miss the ocean so much.”

“He’s a fast little ladder-climber, isn’t he? He’s my good good ladder boy, for sure.”

“Do your worst, doesn’t matter, I’m immortal now.”

“I’m CURSED? No, that’s the worst possible thing! How was I supposed to know?”

content warnings: general horror, implications of torture, mutilation and gore these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from stephen jones’ edited collection, a book of horrors, and slightly edited in some instances.

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and then it all started to come back.

“almost there, baby. almost home.”

“you been away someplace, [name]?”

“i’d kind of figured i was done, but two more won’t hurt.”

“you go on – ain’t like you’re gonna be going anyplace once you get there.”

“oh, he’ll already know.”

“where’s she gone?”

“she can’t have disappeared.”

“huh, i thought that place was empty.”

well, what are poltergeists?

“they’re here, [name]. all of ‘em! they’re all here.”

“i thought i saw someone at the window.”

“nobody there now.”

“you are tired, aren’t you, sweetie?”

“what did she mean – ‘they’re all here’?”

“she didn’t seem happy about it, that’s for sure.”

“looks like i got the wrong end of the stick.”

“naughty girl.”

“yeah, my fault. don’t get pissed at her.”

“it was raining in your house?”

he’s in the house, a little voice whispered at the back of her head. this isn’t a good idea.

“unless you’re dead.”

“didn’t make it into the newspapers yet. or on the tv. will, though.”

“uh, huh. took her near on twelve hours to die.”

it’s not true that poltergeists are just mischievous, not at all.

imagine if you had a whole family of poltergeists.

the audience laughed.

poltergeists are not the kittens of the spectral plane, they’re more the… raptors. like in jurassic park. ghosts with teeth.

there was nobody there.

“of course there’s nobody there.”

what do you say to all this, [name]?

“oh, that’s typical. typical of you, [name]. you try to belittle people who are trying to discuss something.”

“i think you’re getting too much sex.”

“and don’t do that, either. that hurt thing. that expression you use when you’re trying to make out you’ve been wounded.”

“jeez, but these cookies are good. where’d you get ‘em?”

“[name]?” her full name… the one he always used on the rare occasions he was angry with her. or scared, a voice whispered in his head.

you talk about ghosts as being infestations.

“let me turn off that fucking radio.”

“you didn’t— didn’t have a fight, did you?”

“here we all are again.”

“you’re having quite a day of it.”

“did you say goodbye to your friends, [name]?”

“oh we are multitudes, [name]. and we’re gonna have ourselves some fun. after all, ain’t like you’re gonna be going anyplace.”

“or you’ve made a mistake in one or more parts of your story.”

“you mean, ‘or i lied’. that’s what you mean, isn’t it?”

“we have to keep all options open.”

“you might even have a poltergeist.”

ghosts with teeth, a voice said at the back of [name]’s head. that’s what he said, the guy on the phone. ghosts with teeth.

“the fire’s not even lit.”

“let’s talk about poltergeists.”

it looked like they had come to do some kind of repair work, for they carried all manner of tools – saws, hammers and drills, plus coils of twine.

the light was still on.

there was silence, but it was not a good silence, not a calm or quiet silence. rather than it being simply nothing – just a quietness with nothing added – this felt like a quietness with its very soul removed.

“i did lock it. i did call out. but you didn’t answer.”

“she’s with you, [name].”

“where do you keep your knives, [name]? ah, okay… i got them.”

what? what was it exactly? halloween? the boogeyman? a gen-you-whine ‘thing’ from someplace where there were no lights and no smiles, no love and no softness, only pain and grief and sadness, loss and regret…

“because i’m a sheriff. an upholder of the law.”

“my friends and me, we’ve been educating. and i think it’s fair to say that our students have been fascinated with what we had to show them. yes, indeedy. oh, they’ve occasionally been surprised and… well, often they’ve been a mite uncomfortable. but, you know what they say: ‘knowledge is power. and strength.’ they do say that, don’t they, [name].”

“did you know the small intestine is twenty-two feet long? i didn’t know that. and [name] didn’t know it either. believe me. oh, but you know, it does so make for a swell wall display.”

“who are you?”

“you, dear [name]? oh, there’s nothing wrong with you. not yet, anyways.”

“the tools of my trade,” he said, and he set all the knives out in a line next to each other.

“and i don’t respond to the things you would expect a thinking, caring person would respond to. what do they call it? sociopathic tendencies? something like that, i think. the thing is, the things i do, i don’t do simply because i enjoy doing them – though to be fair about this, i do – but rather i do them because i have to do them. does that make sense?”

“no… no it doesn’t make sense.”

“you’re trying to multi-task here, aren’t you?”

“[name], let’s pretend i can’t see you and can’t tell you’re shaking your head. let’s pretend i can only hear your voice… and that if i don’t get a good answer, then i’ll go right ahead and chop off that finger. and what you need to worry about then is where do i stop. you understand that, [name]?”

“yes. yes i understand.”

“because i am one of the pain people, [name]. in fact, i am the pain man. delivered to your very door, agonies beyond belief. beyond even your most fevered imagination. it’s what i do, [name]. you understand that? it’s my job. what was it they said on the radio? ghosts with teeth? i like that. i do like that.”

“causing pain is what you do.”

“i don’t want to go downstairs.”

“i don’t want to go—”

“welcome, my friend, to the show that never ends.”

“i seen this in a movie one time.”

content warnings: abuse mention, death mention, implied incest these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from stephen jones’ edited collection, a book of horrors, and slightly edited in some instances.

———

the dead man’s daughter opens the door.

i want to lick at her skin and see if she tastes the way that she looks.

“concentrate, this is business.”

i do not miss the bruises.

“speak, you idiot.”

she is that rare thing: born lucky.

i’m the only coffin-maker in the city. they let me in.

he will not interrupt business.

“your mirror should be covered. all of your mirrors. to be safe. until the body is removed.”

“the choice is yours, of course.”

“the choice is yours, of course. i’m given to understand that some families are delighted to have a remnant of the deceased take up residence in their mirrors. they enjoy the sensation of being watched constantly. it makes them feel not so alone. and the dead seem to like it, especially the unexpectedly dead. without time to prepare themselves, they tend to cling to the ones they loved.”

“you have kept the body wrapped?”

i smile again: let me help you.

oh, how they must want to keep him under!

“how hard for you, [name], to have no more strength than a fart, all noise and wind.”

“did you get it?”

“show me.”

“fool. desperate sad little fool.”

“didn’t i teach you to look through people?”

“i kept you wrapped! i covered the mirrors! i made your casket myself and sealed it tight – how can you still be here?”

“perhaps i’m not. perhaps you’re so lonely, [name], that you thought me back.”

“if i were lonely i can think of better company to conjure.”

“ah, there’s none like your own family, your dear old Da who loves your very skin.”

“when i have her, i won’t need you.”

“why would anyone want you?”

“you did, [name], or has death dimmed your memory?”

i know this; i know this but it does not make me hesitate. it does not make my hope die.

professional pride for the most part.

“[name], you’ve done us proud. it’s beautiful work.”

“when will you go to collect?”

“there! our business is at an end.”