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Packed most morning, over half of my luggage is dance and sports wear 😂

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It's all fun and games until you driver her to corner and she stabs. Or maybe it's still fun for some... o_o

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NAH MICHAEL

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Laurie vc: of course I want someone... Laurie vc: ... but wouldn't it be selfish of me to bring myself to someone's life... with all the nightmares and terrors that follow me. Somethings aren't for the first dates but, my burden would become the reality, way sooner I could even try.

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when do you gaze at your soulmate?

when they're dancing

you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.

tagged by: did it on another blog too & stole it from dash -u- tagging: anyone who hasn't! ok to tag me

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She is going through houses some she knew from days she used to visit. Each stop she is quick to check the dusty cabinets, drawers, closets... for batteries, food, medical supplies - anything that might help them. Setting sun lights the rooms through bare windows. Letting her also know about the passing of time in a place where all clocks had stopped. Her bag is getting full - but she is still adamant to check the attic.

No one should harm her... she believes, not outside the trial.

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From all the years of babysitting her home skills have leveled to the maximum.

So yes, if you are on her good side she will feed you ( some really good food btw) or cook with you ( and if one type who doesn't care about laundry etc - let me tell you she will force you to put clothes to wash and pushes them in shower ).

Also, make them make the bed when they get up.

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Activity may become little on / off next week. I'll have a ballet camp from 26.7 to 2.8! I do have a pad with me, but my schedule is very tight. So expect some lurking and small posts mostly.

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Since I am pretty relaxed with roleplay and often make AUs and verses with other people I am roleplaying with, I am just tossing some ideas how different type of muses could get involved with her.

After events of 1978, Laurie ( in my version ) is trying her hardest to just forget and move on ( bad idea ). She doesn't deny help at first, but it is not something she is given free. Obviously there is DBD AU main on this blog but I want to toss more potential things that could be used for plots and other ideas:

► Laurie stays in hospital for some while, then afterwards tries therapy or some kind of chat groups which include other survivors of variety of traumatic events. In these scenarios she could meet professionals but as well other people who go through these issues. She has also developing bit of a problem with bad cooping mechanisms, so she could be trying to solve that out too.

► Laurie might either change environment from Haddonfield at some point in hopes this helps her to distance herself. She could go and attend a camp ( I recall one rp on Crystal Lake she went to work / spend time lmao it was great ), study ( college / uni etc. writing subject ) or work ( restaurants, shops etc. small jobs ). Here she could meet people from these circles.

► Reporters, journalists, true crime enthusiasts often taking contact. Laurie was the sole survivor. Her story interests a lot of people. Hers or... they just want to know more about Michael. Some might be more obsessed... some less. Of course she might attract attention of other people with bad intentions too.

► Private investigators, special teams etc. trying to take her case / protect her etc. Someone could contact her for this. She would be more cooperative than with reporters but holds caution. She herself doesn't believe Michael is human ( her view ), while many do. She is afraid no one can really protect her.

► Back to DBD, I like to think there are outside-trial potential where in circumstances obviously survivors to survivors and killers to killers interactions happen, but why not survivors to killers to. I imagine entity would enjoy to mess with killers and survivors actually having chance to bond or even scheme in some levels, to raise that emotional juice when you are put on the other sides. Potential mistrust among your own if you get too friendly... Both sides being conflicted with not to get too attached while some are right beyond ability to bond. Lots of potential.

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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" Made me pretty sick, though..." Laurie grasps the edge of the dresser, climbing first on the knees. She got this. He is given a nod and a quiet 'yeah' for an answer.

Then, she hears it too. The haunting laughter far in the halls. This time, Dwight reacts to it too. Her voice is reduced to a whisper:

" What do we... - move...?" The message is clear. Quickly, she gets on her feet, stumbling as the mild vertigo kicks in. Finding support of the door frame, preparing herself for a dash. Path, luckily, is still clear.

" The hall does a circle, I think... So, leader, left or right?" Either, could lead to doom or temporary freedom.

"Sounds like he got you pretty good with that club," Dwight said, trying to help put the pieces together. "Or he might have gotten you with that electric shock of his."

He's been hit by that more than once and every time it just got worse. As if his power was just growing. Unless of course Dwight was getting weaker against them, broken down by years of torture. At least he hadn't gone permanently insane yet.

"Are you okay to stand? We should-" he paused, hearing the sharp high laughter of Herman Carter nearby. He could feel his pulse speeding up as the dread settled in his chest. "Nope. Scratch that. We need to move. Now."

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@mistyjudgement continued x

Eyes widen as she enters the room, just enough out of the doorway. Home. Or... what it used to be. Here silence is pressuring, almost uninviting - as if time had passed enough to make her an outsider. Like one of those vacant homes of her father's business: absent of life, while traces of memories remain. In the same time, the layers of memories peel back enough to recognize the nostalgic decor.

Gaze trails over the bed, toys, the walls - noticing something etched there. With slow, quiet steps, she squints at the scribble until each letter begins to make sense. It wasn't hers but the message hit little too close.

The window. She knows exactly, which one.

" Oh my g-!" she muffles her gasp behind hands as eyes greet the little boy's. She never had any siblings. He isn't Tommy, nor any child she knew from the neighborhood. But... he knows her name. Questions flood her mind, but the protective instincts prioritize his needs the first.

" There's no b..." a pause. She doesn't even believe it herself. It's all too real. Laurie approaches, carefully kneeling down before the frightened child while he speaks. The pale window frame becomes more and more menacing. The more she thought about... him, the more real it became. Something, behind it.

" Hey, hey... I am here now. You're not alone." she hushes, fixing the blanket. Fear from past clutches her, too, hoping it doesn't show. Gently, hand rests against his shoulder, noticing the goosebumps over her skin. Like a tiny message she has overstayed her welcome.

" Look at me, okay? I won't let anything happen to you. I knew two, very brave kids, Tommy and Lindsay. You remind me of them." She smiles, warmly, hoping to bring him sense of security.

" You... somehow know my name. I don't know how. But... What's your name? "

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Hatch or tombstone?

(Eu estava rabiscando com o dedo no Ibspaint mês passado e o resultado foi essa merda kkkkkkkkk)

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"Come out~ come out~ where ever you are~" The large decaying rabbit's steps could be heard all through the pizzeria, laughing quietly to himself as he stalked the area looking for any hidden survivors.

@theanimatronic [[Tosses PeePaw at you uwu]]

Captivated by the colors, lights, and the characters - curiosity guided her around the pizzeria. Slowly, this ominous, cozy illusion strips away: the arrival of a smell - uneasy, one too familiar to Laurie. Eventually, approach of the heavy steps and voice returns her to reality.

Too late to run. Hide!

Laurie ducks and crawls underneath the table full of presents, moving packets away and around for a barrier in a rush, couple of them fall off the table with quiet thumps.

Laying still against the dirty carpet, heart pounds overwhelmingly, breath... holding it. Gaze scans the floor for a glimpse of the unknown threat in the dining area, spotting something:

In the middle of the walking space is one, small packet. Little too far from the gift table. She knows. But does he? || @theanimatronic