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*ೃ༄➷ 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝,, 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚓, 𝟸𝟷+ , 𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝟷𝟶+ 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚙 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

*ೃ༄➷ memes + starter calls + promos + pinned credit + icon credit

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pookie

[bethoftheblvd]

jordanlgonzalez:

Walk with us a while? Friends on film pt 2

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someone let me write him im begging on my hands and knees

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this is when i knew btw

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

She should have been a Yellowjacket

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we gather here today to mourn 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔶 of stranger things.

⠀a character study on ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ, suffocating expectations, insecurity, and ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱɪᴏɴ.

⠀⠀she is survived by a menagerie of loved ones at the 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.

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muses being added

g.ary b.arkovitch, the l.ong w.alk

b.illy st.ebbins, th.e l.ong w.alk

s.ally sm.ith, dbd n.urse

th.e pl.ague dbd

a.nnie w.ilkes, m.isery

purge election year inspired oc

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we gather here today to mourn 𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 of ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ

⠀a character study on ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, teenage angst, found family, and the ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ

⠀⠀she is survived by a menagerie of loved ones at the 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we gather here today to mourn 𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔡 𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔢 of twd franchise.

⠀a character study on ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, teenage angst, found family, and the ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ

⠀⠀she is survived by a menagerie of loved ones at the 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.

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i've updated my rules- mainly rewording the same shit to better reflect my intentions/thoughts. in case yall care.

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I really wanna get on this account. I love it, but I’ve lost both a lot of writing inspiration and partners. so y’all should either tag, put in my inbox, or just tell me some of your fav accounts to write with/ones who seem to write similar things to me pretty plz? 🥺

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yall im taking my last 2 m.arauder characters off the roster. not that i’ve ever really engaged with anything hp for more than a total of an hour the past like 2 years. but everything politically is so insane right now i dont want anyone to get any kind of wrong impression

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( a collection of dialogue prompts stripped of fantasy, but burning with biblical intensity of desire and ruin. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

"I don’t love you—I consume you. And still, I am starving."

"If you asked for my body, I’d give it. If you asked for my soul, I’d bleed it out. But you want more—you want me emptied, undone, erased."

"You call this love. I call it worship, and worship always ends in sacrifice."

"Every time you touch me, I lose a piece of myself I will never recover—and I keep offering more."

"I swore I would never kneel for any man. Then you walked in, and I fell willingly."

"I would rather burn with you in shame than live holy without you."

"You will not be my salvation. You will be my ruin—and I choose you anyway."

"There are nights I pray you would stop calling me, and mornings I pray you never will."

"You are not my beloved. You are my idol, and I will die a heretic for you."

"I have given you everything but my blood, and some nights, I want to give you that too."

"When I kiss you, I taste guilt—but guilt has never been so sweet."

"You are not enough for me. Yet I would rather starve on you than feast on anyone else."

"I wanted you so much I began to want the destruction you brought with you."

"You think I desire your body. No—I desire your surrender."

"If I must betray God to have you, then let me be damned."

"I told myself I would walk away. But every time you call my name, I hear it as a commandment."

"I don’t want your heart. I want your weakness."

"You have already destroyed me, and still I crawl back, asking for more."

"You will never love me as much as I love you. And that imbalance is what binds me to you."

"You are not my sin. You are my altar—and I bring myself as the sacrifice."

"You’re not what I need. You’re what I can’t stop wanting."

"I don’t want you in pieces. I want all of you, even the parts that will wreck me."

"Every time I tell myself it’s the last time, you look at me and I believe in forever again."

"I would rather choke on your absence than breathe someone else’s presence."

"You’re not my salvation. You’re my craving—and I never stop feeding it."

"I don’t love you gently. I love you like hunger. Like thirst. Like I might die without you."

"If this is sin, then let me stay damned."

"You tear me open, and I still keep handing you the knife."

"I’ve kissed other mouths, but only yours makes me feel like I’m losing my soul."

"You call me weak for wanting you. I call it worship."

"I don’t want to forget you. I want to ache for you for the rest of my life."

"Even when you’re not here, you live in my veins like a sickness I never want cured."

"You’re not enough. You’ll never be enough. And still—I would choose you over everything else."

"I can’t stop confessing you to myself in the dark."

"I’ve ruined everything I am to keep you close—and I’d do it again."

"It’s not love. It’s hunger wearing love’s face."

"I don’t want your promises. I want the parts of you you swore no one would ever touch."

"You undo me with a look, and I hate you for it—but I would crawl back a thousand times."

"If I could strip myself of shame, I’d still keep you as the reason I fall."

"You’re not my sin. You’re the prayer I can’t stop breaking myself over."

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( a collection of dark horror / gothic carnival aesthetic prompts: cursed cotton candy, blood under the big top, mirrors that don’t reflect you back, clowns that whisper truths no one should know. prompts that get darker the more you scroll down. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

The circus only appears at midnight, rising from the fog in a clearing that wasn’t there the day before. By dawn, it vanishes—along with anyone who stayed inside too long.

The performers’ eyes glitter unnaturally, like marbles filled with starlight, and none of them ever blink.

The Ferris wheel doesn’t stop once you’re on. It keeps spinning higher and higher, until the world below looks like an entirely different one.

The mirrors in the funhouse don’t show your reflection—they show what you’ll look like after you die.

The ringmaster knows your name before you give it. Worse, he knows the names you’ve tried to forget.

The circus tent is striped in black and crimson, stitched together from human skin.

A sideshow offers fortunes, but each prophecy comes with a scar carved into your body, marking the truth.

The orchestra is made of skeletons, and the music plays long after the audience has left.

The circus is eternal—but the performers are not. To keep the magic alive, they steal bodies from the crowd.

“Step right up! One ticket for the show, one soul for the road.”

“The circus remembers you. It always remembers.”

“Don’t eat the candyfloss. It grows back.”

“We don’t perform tricks—we perform truths.”

“Applaud louder, or the lions will notice your silence.”

You win a prize at the carnival games, but the stuffed animal whispers in your ear at night, telling you how you’ll die.

The trapeze artists don’t fall because the air itself bends to hold them—but it wants a price, and tonight it chooses you.

There is no audience in the tent, only rows and rows of mannequins that clap on their own.

The clown keeps trying to hand you a balloon. You refuse every time, but somehow, when you look down, you’re already holding the string.

The carousel horses are alive. Their mouths are sewn shut, their eyes desperate, their hooves bleeding.

Lanterns swing from skeletal trees, glowing with a pale blue fire that hums lullabies no one remembers.

The circus smells faintly of roses and ash, as though every bloom has been burned and reborn here.

The velvet tent is stitched with silver thread, and if you lean close, you can hear the seams whispering.

The audience claps in perfect unison, but when you look around, no one’s mouths are moving.

The moon always hangs too low over the circus grounds, swollen and watchful.

“The price of admission isn’t in coins. It’s in memories.”

“Careful with your clapping—the dead don’t like to be mocked.”

“We don’t choose the audience. The circus chooses who may enter.”

“Every show ends with a disappearance. Sometimes, it’s the performers. Sometimes, it’s the guests.”

“You’ll leave when the circus allows it, and not a moment before.”

The carousel plays a lullaby so sweet it makes you forget your name. The horses lean down, eager to whisper it back—if you’re brave enough to listen.

The tightrope walker moves not across rope but across moonlight, vanishing each time the clouds cover the sky.

A boy offers you candied apples, each one carved with a face—your own among them.

The magician pulls secrets instead of rabbits from his hat. Your secret is on his lips before you realize it’s gone from your heart.

Behind the circus wagons is a graveyard of broken instruments. At midnight, they play themselves.

A puppet show begins, but halfway through, you realize the puppets are mimicking your own movements.

The fortune-teller draws cards, and each one bleeds where she touches it.

In the hall of mirrors, your reflection smiles first.

The lions are crowned with roses, their mouths stitched shut with golden thread.

The circus leaves no footprints in the soil, but the grass where it stood never grows again.

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so a lot of my mutual have twilight muses.

like what if I added some. and what if it’s jasper. and he is full to the brim with self loathing and guilt from the confederacy. and that he’s probably the most tortured soul in the whole franchise by a long shot

I really wanna add more muses from more media but I can’t remember anything I’ve ever read or watched

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Helena Bonham Carter as Lucy Honeychurch

A Room with a View (1985) dir. James Ivory