#pryceism

[wickedlehane]

Social Media & Texting Prompts - Accepting

Anon sent: 📸 - An Instagram Post of @pryceism

[eddapoetic]

Social Media & Texting Prompts - Accepting @pryceism and @wickedlehane both sent: 🐦 - A Tweet

[shanshu]

“ would you like me to show you how to do it? ”

angel had a shitty stink eye saved up for times like this. he arrogantly held the gem up to the light in one hand and his other held the legendary dagger that lore promised would destroy the gem. ' i think i can handle a- ' zaaaaap. oh, so if you did it wrong you got shocked with magic? interesting.

[slayedlives-a]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:               transferring   from   here   to   beta   editor               (      @pryceism      )

＂      𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫         .   .   .         𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧.      ＂         he   repeats   the   word   with   an   air   of   bemusement         .   .   .         though   the   retired   teacher   within   is   impressed   with   such   expressive   vocabulary.      then   again,      almost   ANYTHING   would   bring   a   smile   to   doyle’s   face   right   now.      coming   back   from   the   dead   was,      of   course,      complicated      &      instincts   tell   him   nothing   good   comes   for   free,      but   for   now?      he’s   simply   enjoying   the   moment.      breathing   in   the   air,      appreciating   an   actual   conversation.         ＂      came   as   a   bit   o’   a   surprise   to   me   too.      one   minute,      i’m   up   there,      singin’   with   the   angels.      the   next?      home,      not   -   so   -   sweet      home.      ＂         liar.      no   matter   the   sacrificial   death,      demons   didn’t   go   anywhere   nice   after   they   jumped;      not   even   half   -   demons   on   the   road   to   redemption   like   him.

eyes   follow   the   other   as   wesley   moves   towards   fridge   and   he   remains   ever   hopeful.            ―            only   to   be   disappointed.      story   of   the   irishman’s   life.         ＂      as,   uh         .   .   .         appetising   as   blueberries      &      blood   sound,      and   truly         .   .   .         they   sound   lovely         .   .   .         ‘m   sure   i   can   find   us   somethin’   better.      ＂         bold   declaration   is   made,      moving   towards   the   office   he   strongly   suspects   is   angel’s   based   on   the   lack   of   lighting   and   bare   minimum   supplies.      it’s   as   if   doyle   never   left.         ＂      if   i   know   the   big   man   as   well   as   i   think   i   do,      i   know   somewhere   around   here         .   .   .      ＂         rambles   are   half   -   mumbled   to   wesley,      half   -   mumbled   under   his   breath   as   he   circles   the   large   desk.      rattles   one   locked   draw,      rattles   another.      he   reaches   for   a   letter   opener   a   beat   later,      jams   it   into   lock   and   with   a   swift   kick   against   hardwood,      it   FINALLY   cracks   open   to   reveal   a   barely   -   touched   bottle   of   bourbon.

＂      there   we   go.      he’s   always   tr’in   to   hide   th’   good   stuff   from   me.      says   i   drink   too   much.      like   that’s   the   WORST   of   me   problems,      ay?      ＂         doyle   gleefully   retrieves   the   bottle   while   glancing   back   over   at   the   angel   investigations   worker.         ＂      i’ll   take   one   o’   those   teacups   now,      if   they’re   still   going.      minus   the   tea.      ＂

[conziergearch]

🌃 ( 🤔 )

ur at the club, who do you meet?

the og problem. she sees u from across the dance floor and u can't escape. somebody offered her one of their drinks and she takes both, handing u one instead. only has eyes for u. that's not even surprising, is it. 1000/10. she's gonna ask u to dance

[intoscience]

Longing and regret. My favourite. (feel free to nudge me if you'd like to plot~)

*   THE   MENU   PROMPTS.

fred shook her head as she stepped foward, she'd never been very good at the rather broody undergoings that the rest of the gang was well equipped with. unless someone mentioned pylea or her very brief absense from her reality. she had become quite accustomed to them always so doom and beware that sometimes she barely even realized it. she had noticed it as soon as the words left his lips. chose not to see what was on her mind, what had nearly exploded from her in a bit of anxious energy. instead she had folded her hands together after a fair amount of twitching and fidgeting. ❝ you know, wesley, it doesn't have to be like that. and heaven knows why it would be a favorite of yours. it's not baseball, y'know ❞

@pryceism

[ofvalor]

❔

send ❔ and i���ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! / always accepting

obviously any of the whedonverse muses i have!

klaus mikaelson would be an interesting dynamic with wesley, i think. or really any tvdu muse mushed up with btvs/ats worldbuilding!

vivian bluit ( vampire oc ) and isabella townsend ( werewolf oc / fantasy based ) would also be interesting to see, but i'd be willing to throw any modern, non-supernatural based muse at you too!

[ofbloodandbullets]

I want a plot with idk something about Andy having a long standing pen pal type relationship but it’s like with an institute - whether it’s a museum or an university or library or something like the talamasca or whatever. Where she’ll make notes about displays in the museum or corrections in textbooks or whatever and send them in randomly and there’s just this special lockbox somewhere that has these letters penned by the same person that go back hundreds and hundreds of years and there’s some special committee or secret position at the institute that is relegated to try and verify the information in the letters and find a way to make the corrections or whatever. And sometimes it leads to an exchange of a few dozen or hundred letters between Andy and the person at the institute but then they get old and retire or die and then she’s sad and stops writing for a while. Maybe she’s told them who she is over the centuries maybe they have a secret chamber or sprawling basement somewhere that collects relics and stories related to her. Idk. There’s lots of options.

TO DO.

@masterwcrk; wip

@pryceism; wip

[rebelgodking]

Muses as a teen-ager

Tagged by: @bewitchingbaker Tagging: @pryceism , And anyone who wants to do this.

*I imagine she had dark blue eyes, that seem to feel more brown/hazel green. And as an adult their that signature glowing blue

[wickedlehane]

[ ghoul & the gang ] Who do you reach out to when you need advice on important life stuff?

"Shit, if it's important? I'll try to catch Angel if I can. He usually knows about these things that come up in my line of work, especially in morally... messy situations. But bein' an immortal champion and all, he's got all the time in the world and none of it free. I'm not sayin' he wouldn't make time for me and all...

If it's about slayin' a particular demon, I try not to pull the Wesley card much- usually ends in a lecture 'bout how I could've studied like he told me to. But if it's real important he's a good guy to go to.

Not a lot of life outside the slaying gig, but for that kinda stuff you'd go to a big brother for, Alfred isn't too shabby either. Guy's got a good head on his shoulders, seems to get what I'm going for most of the time. A bit optimistic, if I'm bein' honest, though.

And I don't got a lot of lady friends- not the normal ones, at least- but Val's pretty good for that stuff you can only talk to about with your girls. Even if she's a little too smart for me sometimes and she knows it.

That kind of advice stuff? That answer your question? Oh- and there was that one guy Luc, he taught me about swimming but I guess that's not really advice. Unless the advice is 'don't drown,' which is pretty useful in a lot of situations, if you think about it-"

[eddapoetic]

WHAT COLOUR ARE YOU?

blue;

what are you mourning? where will you put the sky when your shoulders give out? atlas, quick-tongue, kind and kind and kind and how, you wonder, will you make them love you? there is a line between manipulation and everything else, and to get the things you needed (shelter. food. a hand off the ground.) you twisted things until you forgot how to do anything else. stop laughing, love. someone will hold you when you run out of clever words.

stolen from: @pryceism​ ( same place I get all my memes >> ) tagging: ( you! )

[captainperoxidespike]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄      [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

fights honorably / fights dirty prefers close - quarters / prefers range chats during / goes silent low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance attacks in bursts / attacks steadily goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement fights because they have to / fights because they want to fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional transforms for battle / fights as they appear relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength avoids civilians / strikes down civilians damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings signature fighting style / makes it up as they go mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set fancy footwork / sloppy footwork messy fighter / elegant fighter accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy compliments their opponent / insults their opponent uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves prefers to dodge / prefers to block defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready fears death / fears pain / fears killing has PTSD  / avoids fighting has lost a fight / has won a fight has killed / refuses to kill wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: @taiinted​ tagging: @wickedlehane​ / @pryceism​ / @maliignant​ / @laystill​ / @angerbuilt​

[chrysavis]

ASK GAME STARTER: Song based, 1 - 100  @pryceism​ asked:  58. Wesley

What You Need -- First Aid Kit

“Marvelous, isn’t it?“ The voice carries ahead of his presence - a few more steps before his leisurely pace comes to a rather unceremonious stop by the side of this particular fellow, hands lightly clasped behind his back as he joins in observing the museum display ahead. “Not much more than old clay to some, and yet upon it we can find inscribed what is, quite possibly, the earliest preserved great work of literature in human history; A poetic tale, surviving its author by nearly four millenia unto our age.”

By all accounts (and his own humble estimation) a crown in the collection.

Or... a piece of it, at least.

“The Epic of Gilgamesh.” He muses, the name spoken with a curiously indiscernible note that sounds almost fond, as does the hint of a smile ghosted by both sincerity and amusement lay upon his features when he tilts his head to glance towards his company. “I can only surmise by your relative immobility for the past half hour that you are having an earnest go at translation. Or, perhaps, there is something else you’re looking for...?”

[ofbloodandbullets]

STARTERS. -- feel free to lmk if i've missed any.

dark!andy

jigscw

maidencfdeath

intcthatgoodnight - tony

intcthatgoodnight - will

aworldofyou - wan

aworldofyou - dolores

sxbaist

galacticshame - tbd

deficd - arthur morgan

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

moonknighttm

grcccvy

Draconisa

psych patient andyy

justicescreaming - kendra

smokedanced - hannibal

historic / etc org. penpal

masterwcrk

pryceism

adopted! kiddo

intcthatgoodnight - tbd

coinquinatvs - paul

reincarnated human lover

intcthatgoodnigh

coinquinatvs

lost item

sxbaise

faithsreward - phel

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

dominion

sxbaist

faithsreward - phel's return

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

trapped / starvation plot

thebrazenandbold - zoe

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn - dex

old days / god king

justicescreaming - sam first meeting

faithsreward - first meeting

wanderingguest - anna and/ or eternals

[rebelgodking]

Generator // template ;What the (blank) sees me/think meme

Tagged by: no one (I haven’t seen one around here so) Tagging: @pryceism​ , @wickedlehane​ ,and any one of you that wants to give it a try.

**Im not sold on “what the world thinks I am,“ but it works for now

[maliignant]

@pryceism​​ asked for an oracle card

THE BUN ;; (Element: Earth)

NOURISHMENT, SHARING, HEALTH

More nourishing than the biscuit, the Bun provides hearty sustenance, often being the saving grace of the starving who would go against their honest natures and steal this humble bit of bread as their hunger threatens them painfully.

In fact, the symbol of bread stolen by a decent soul in order to feed themselves or their family, and the punishment they endure as a result, is an oft used trope in literature, and for good reason: It shows an admirable will to live or to save the life of another, whilst casting a critical eye upon a society in which any person would be branded criminal simply for obeying the most basic survival instinct - the drive to eat.

Where in your life are you undernourished, either physically, emotionally, or spiritually? Are there people who could assist, but whom you have been afraid to ask for help? Are there others whom you could provide nourishment to?

If we share our resources, there truly is enough to go around. And never, ever feel guilty for needing what you need.