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For Halloween this year Eliza is Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas!

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"You know, my mind has been... so damn noisy about something lately." It was more than noise, it was a biting, clawing, toothsome beast digging into their brain.

"Why me?"

Eliza peers over her glasses, away from the book she was reading. The question caught her off guard, but she knows how to answer.

"Mo laan, you accept me for who I am. You have never once pushed me to do something I wasn't comfortable with. You make me so happy. You're smart, witty, funny, and loving. I love you. I feel....loved around you. I know that if there was trouble you would be there for me without a second thought, just as I would be there for you."

She pulls them in, "Viktor, I know your mind get noisy. But I will never hesitate to tell you why I love you." She gives them a peck on the cheek, "You are incredible my love."

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[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them (a tender moment for these two because... yeah <3)

Apparently her lipstick had gotten smudged on a glass. She hadn't even caught it until a hand was on her chin, lipstick in the other. "Oh!" red blooms on her face, but she allows the gesture.

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👾 - Watching a horror movie or playing a horror game

Eliza loved this time of year. The cool air, the colors, the smell of spices in the air. And you can't forget the horror movies. She remembers father waking her up to watch movies on the t.v late a night; holding her as they watched movies like The Thing and Dracula.

Now, she sits on the couch in her own home; curled up with Blamore watching the same movies.

"I always hate it when something happens to the dog in movies. even if that dog turns out to be an alien trying to kill everyone."

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Halloween Roleplay Prompts

A collection of roleplay prompts all themed around the spookiest time of the year. This is a remake of the one created by blaze-art (aka me).

Send an icon and I'll write a starter or short scenario that involves our muses...

🎃 - Carving pumpkins

👻 - Telling scary stories

👹 - Buying or making costumes

😈 - Playing with a oujia board

👾 - Watching a horror movie or playing a horror game

⚰ - Visiting a cemetery/graveyard

🦇 - At a haunted house or similar scary event

🍭 - Buying Halloween candy

🍬 - Trick or Treating

🤡 - At a Halloween party or festival

🎭 - Putting together and/or participating in a Halloween play or performance

🕷 - Decorating the house

🍎 - Bobbing for apples

🕸 - Pulling spooky pranks

🍫 - Baking Halloween treats

🔍 - Solving a murder mystery (real or fake)

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She's not really used to parties like this, she actually had to buy a dress nice enough for the event. Of course you would think it would be her signature green, but she opted for purple. Maybe because of the person who invited her...

It was flashy, so many people wanted to talk to Oswald. She didn't know anyone but she was polite, spoke with people who talked with her. But it was obvious that this was not her usual scene.

There was one place where she would feel comfortable. Eliza reaches her hand out to him, pulling him into a dance. Her height in her heels almost reaches his own, the two of them swaying on the floor must look like giants to everyone else.

"Oswald, while I'm grateful you invited me, I must ask why? I've never really been to one of these before."

he wanted eliza to join him during the event. her company was something he was used to by then. being a man of money and power he tended to be invited to these fancy galas and events, not the type that he particularly enjoyed. nothing but snobby and entitled people... it disgusted him. but he knows how to play pretend a little too well, and the high quality food and drinks always made up for it.

as he finished his second drink for the night, he turns to notice his valuable company had her hand extended at him. he wasn't one to dance anymore, and there was still only so much he could do with an injured leg. but that never really stopped him when he was in the mood for it.

with an almost shy smile he takes her hand, stands up and gently guides her towards the center of the ball room. oswald's presence was always an intimidating one, enough space provided for the pair. he's not shy about wrapping an arm around her, touch remaining tentative. his other hand holding her own and he simply follows the calm rhythm of the soothing melody.

at that safe pace, his leg remained undamaged. and he could fully enjoy that moment with her.

@the-arkham-librarian / 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party.

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So, since starting my new job I think I've lost some threads. If there are some threads i have not replied to that you want to continue please send them my way.

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Eliza can't help but feel very proud of herself. How could she help herself when they had an ass like that ready for smacking? She melts into his touch, letting him guide her how he likes.

There is, however, a little part of her the lights up when he talks about her that way. Her hands rub his thighs as he sits on her lap, unbothered by the men in the room.

The only one that mattered was him.

He  had  just  been  giving  a  briefing  to  their  men  ,  when  the  redhead  must  have  taken  full-advantage  to  her  view  behind  them  .  The  sudden  swat  stopping  him  up  mid-speech  .  How  was  that  for  knocking  him  off  of  his  soapbox  ?  Well...

@the-arkham-librarian / 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : ' smacks their bum ' / 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 * kind of ) !

❝   Excuse  us  ,  gentlemen  .  We  FORGOTZ  'bout  * 𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝙿𝙴𝚃  𝙻𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽  .  She  gets  a  little  needy  when  we  haven't  paid  her  much  attention  for  a  while  .  ❞   He  will  have  to  reprieve  any  major  retaliation  for  the  moment  though  the  contortion  of  the  scars  stretching  along  his  face  to  reveal  rows  of  teeth  &&  a  low  growl  .  When  you  knew  his  resonance  well  enough  you  could  determine  that  there  was  a  very  coherent  divide  between  a  warning  of  danger  or  one  that  exposed  his  ardour  .

Nonetheless  he  gradually  sinks  back  towards  her  to  tie  an  arm  like  a  noose  around  her  neck  ,  a  quick  drag  of  lips  &&  split  open  mouth  to  her  temple  &&  hiss  &&  dragging  her  back  with  him  &&  onto  the  seat  ,  stationing  themself  on  her  lap  as  he  continued  .  ❝   𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! Little attention whore ! _ &&  look  at  me  when  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽'  𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽'  𝚃'𝚈𝙰   ❞   He  demanded  his  awe-stricken  ,  &&  likely  uncomfortable  henchmen  .

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"No, I never knew who did it. And in the end it doesn't really matter." She takes a sip of her tea, a smile forming on her face, "That's generous of you, but I assure you," she leans in, "If I ever find out who it was, I will be the one to end them."

as he looks down to witness the scar on her body, there's a faint grimace on his face. he wasn't expecting that, and yet he wasn't too surprised either. with the lack of safety in the city, one couldn't expect for it to be any better within an insane asylum. ridiculous, he thinks... listening to the story and shaking his head.

"yeah. weird, right? first time i got stabbed by some lowlife i was quick to forget the pain, too. the blood really sticks with you. it's some other kind of pain, that one." maybe not pain, but fear. "the realization that you could fuckin' die right there and then." a shrug from his shoulders. he doesn't mean to come off cold.

"a shame you don't even know who it was. im guessin' no one ever cared to investigate who did it?" he already assumes the answer is no, and there's a scoff. reaching for his coffee he takes a generous gulp. "tell you what, if i had been around by then, that bastard would definitely be dead. fuck therapy." if they even got any at that place.

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after spending a good part of the day with elizabeth away on a weekend trip of sorts, blamore thought he'd be prepared sleep that night — but it seemed both it and the other were still wide awake later that night. which, led to an idea finding its way into his head that might tire them out right as he started to consider just giving up and pulling an all-nighter. blamore told eliza then that he was going to take a shower and purposely left the door to the bathroom open.

this was done only for it to start taking off its clothes one-by-one in view of the other, while it pretended like it didn't know the door was still open; essentially giving eliza a strip-tease while blamore paced every-so-often within the bathroom as if he was grabbing things. the last piece of clothing was soon being discarded to the side by it, however, and it just-so-happened to be blamore's boxers as he bent down to give his partner a good view of his ass. that was when it padded into the walk-in shower and, with a slightly self-satisfied smile, really hoped that it gave eliza a good enough 'show' for her to join him.

(ahh, okay, so this may be longer than one paragraph but... IDK i just came up with this scenario and so i HAD to include it in here because blamore would try to tease her like this LOL)

How could she not watch? Eliza propped herself up, head resting on her hand, as she surveyed the show before her.

It was the smile that did her in, she’s not letting it get away with that. Flinging the covers off she quickly enters the bathroom, following it into the shower. Eliza puts a hand on its shoulder and pushes it into the wall, trapping it. “Is this what you wanted? You little tease~”

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Like this for some Eliza sin

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She gives him a sad smile. It's true, she's seen some things in that place; things she could have gone her whole life without seeing. Her hand reaches down to the hem of her shirt and pulls up the left side. There's a pink line, about an inch long in her abdomen.

"My first week there was a riot. I had just gotten the library clean so it was the first day it was open. Security hadn't added safety locks yet, so of course there was a riot. I don't even know who it was, it all happened so fast," her eyes are not with him, but back to that day.

"I don't remember the shiv going through, or the pain. Just the blood." She thought that was it, she was gone. "But, I woke up in the hospital. I was found propped up outside the library in the hallway and EMT's found me. They said even a centimeter in either direction and I wouldn't have made it." She puts her shirt down.

at first oswald raised an eyebrow, more concern shown on his face than anything else. it was confusing to him... and he had gotten lucky to never have been sent to arkham to begin with. blackgate sure, a couple of times. what criminal hadn't?

"fuck, darlin'. i can't even imagine what kind of bullshit you must be so used to to say that." or perhaps he was the one that needed a different outlook in life. but one couldn't blame him when, since childhood, the only joy and kindness he ever knew was limited and short lived.

"you got me wonderin' now. what's the worst thing that's happened to ya at the asylum?"

@the-arkham-librarian / joy finds a way of squeezing through.

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"Icons only" Roman saying he wants to give Eliza a baby

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"Icons only" Copperhead telling Eliza he loves her

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Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to

And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

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❝   FACE TO FACE , my lovely foe , MOUTH TO MOUTH , raining heaven’s floor   .   ❞ / * TWO-FACE )

"Sweetheart please stop being dramatic, I just need you to see the physician."