How Many Lives You Plannin On Ruinin?

« how many lives you plannin’ on ruinin’? »

Don’t Starve starters - part 2

Funny question. Anne lowers her gaze to the table to consider it, but lets herself think aloud. It doesn’t matter what Mary does or doesn’t hear from her anymore; that ship has long since sailed.

“Huh. I don’t plan on ruinin’ any lives other than my own—maybe an ex or two’s—but that don’t mean I won’t ruin others, I s’pose. I imagine ye’ve ruined a fair few more.”

The problem with me is that I really like recycling plot ideas. Usually because I like the plots I suggest, and I wanna play them out in a bunch of different ways with a bunch of different outcomes. Like canon characters, they’re different every time and so rich to explore!

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There’s something hard and mean and flinty about Mary’s baby blues now. It immediately sets Anne further on edge. There’s a sharpness about Mary not unlike a knife, her point and her business end being one and the same and very much focused on Anne right now. That can’t be good.

“Anne.” It’s candid as well as truthful; not like she’s got a fucking alias, anyway. Even if she did, she’s confident in that moment she wouldn’t have given it regardless. Something about this sudden sharpness in Mary stabs at Anne in a way that makes her want to look danger in the eye and dare it to flinch first.

She won’t have to wait long—another fact of the night Anne doesn’t know (yet).

“None taken. Though I’d appreciate a more naked threat goin’ forward. The veiled ones’re often too easy t’miss,” Anne says with a shrug, suddenly dropping the act of drunkenness. That’s not what emboldened Mary, so it’s not serving her any longer. “What’re you called?”

Anne huffs out a laugh at the response she gets; whatever she was expecting to hear, it wasn’t a joke about microplastics and oil spills. Her hand slips down the bottle a little as she does, exposing the line of liquor for a moment. If it’s gone down at all since Mary found her seat, it’s not been by much.

Anne knows she needs to press on in the conversation. She’s only got tonight to prove herself, and she’ll never hear the end of how disappointing and incompetent she is if she spends the whole evening talking and gets nowhere. But there’s something in way the other feck shites fucked off that’s got Anne almost too on-edge to keep going.

So she clicks her tongue and recovers her grip on the bottle before rolling her head Mary’s way. “Bollocks. Mean fuckers tend t’look like mean fuckers. I mean…..” Anne gestures around the room, the cacophony of villainy surrounding them without her actually knowing it, then looks back to Mary. “Who outta these gobshites had done more’n just bully a cop? They don’t got it in them!”

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30 starters || TW: violence, kidnapping

a fistfight between our muses

(sender) muse finds (reciever) crying out of fear // 

our muses cuddling under the blankets during a lazy morning

our muses fighting back to back against a horde of enemies

(sender) muse finds (reciever) bloody and bruised 

our muses in a haunted house in an amusement park

(sender) muse is on a date, (reciever) follow them in secret to make sure everything is fine

(reciever) is woken up from a nightmare and looks for comfort from (sender)

(reciever) finally gets to yell about all their frustration to/about (sender)

(reciever) drunkily opens up about their problems to (sender)

our muses wake up one next to the other after a party night… and don’t remember a thing

(sender) chains (reciever) up ( threatening )

enemies with benefits kind of making out

(sender) slams (reciever) against a wall

(sender) discovers that (reciever) hurt someone dear to them

(sender) discovers that (reciever) hurt someone they hate

our muses go on a shopping spree

our muses destroy a room/car/(sender/reciever’s choice) to release some anger

(sender) is (reciever)’s muse parental figure and sit them down to have a good chat

crimes. just crimes.

(reciever) talks to (sender) about their crush / love life, asking for suggestions on what to do

(reciever) cooks for (sender)

(reciever) cooks with (sender)

(sender) tends over (reciever)’s wounds after they got into a fight

our muses kiss in a moment of general happiness, chaos ensues

(reciever) tries to cheer up (sender) after a bad moment, keeping their mind busy

our muses play a mmorpg together

our muses play dnd together

our muses talk shit about someone neither of them like

random choice!