death-ridden.

❛❛  The dead are alive— waxen scarecrows of rotten joy. The dead are laughing in the broken mirror (their teeth hollow; their eyes like dried out pods). They do not think that they will disappear into the amusement park of nothingness. On the contrary, this is where they are. In the fitness centers of the soul; in the three branches of insanity. pandora dawson, 24, medium

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“You gotta have a fault, come on!”

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@lockwoohd​​​​ asked :     ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver ., from tyler !!

“     ty?       ”      her voice ,      she fathoms ,       must be an echo at the bottom of a wall ,    reverbating against its damp walls to reach him .     this empathy is not spun out of thin air ---  it was earned ,        through many crouched by the kitchen table ,      wishing something would’ve whisked her away from all this death that encircles her .        she knows   ------   she can still feel the shivers on her skin like needles  ,       the cold sweat trickling down her neck as the whole world becomes foggy .         

“      ty ,      it’s okay .     it’s okay ...     ”         pandora coos  ,       bleeding into view   ,       scooting down to where her knees can touch the ground   .       something but be real ,      and tangle ,     and so her little fingers stretch themselves thin draping over his closed first like a warm blanket ,       pressing it to his own chest so they’re both listening to the pace of his heart -----   it quivers and stomps  ,       that wilderling  ,        determined to escape its bony cage .     

“     everything’s gonna be okay ,      it’s okay ...         just breathe   ------- can you do that for me ?        breathe ,      in ...         and out ...    ”        her very words are slow and calculated  ,    long and deep ,   syncing up their breathing as to estabilish a pattern he can easily follow back home .   she breathes  .       she holds .    she exhales  .     she does it again and again and again ,        chest falls in rhytimic descent ,      and rising again  ,       unburdened  .      until he can do it too .               "     it’s okay ,   ”       she reassures one more time ,    all tangled up in the battle drums of his chest  .       “     you’re okay.     ”

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@xsacrilgious​​ asked :     ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . -- Nikita

“     mas porque -       ”      despair will have her slipping into her mother tongue ,    searching for words to rebutte ---    to fight back ,         to explain why it’s so important that the hales find out what happened to their own  ,       but before she can get any more words out she feels the weight of a palm abruptly sever her fast-pacing thoughts  ,      forcing her emotinal brain to a halt  ,       clamping her mouth shut so nothing else will spill through the cracks .      nikita’s the eldest  ,       far more powerful being among them   &    she owns them respect ,     because she ought to know better   ----      the why’s ,     the why’s not .    maybe knowing would make it worse ,       somehow ?      she feels compelled to stay put and not wiggle out of her grasp .

 “    nikita ,     ”        she mumbles  ,      only half of it dicernable through her hand ,      making a last attempt to appeal her case .     it feels strange to withhold information  ----   a kind of lying  ,      when her tongue was only ever trained to speak the truh .   was this really the best thing to do?    the question would not let her rest soundly at night ,       it invaded her dreams during the night and her tulmutuous thoughts during the day .   “    i feel guilty ...       i could be helping ...     why shouldn’t i?   ” 

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@eric-northmann​​​​​ asked :     ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . (eric northman)

it’s easy to forget the trivialities     of routine beyond the doors of fangtasia ,     and she fathoms most who wander past its pearly gates are seeking precisely that :    oblivion .   with the grievances of last week ,   and the horrors she witnessed along the way ,    who could blame them ?      today this is where her wandering feet have led her :     somewhere new .      somewhere she could be anyone but herself .    she powdered her cheeks ,     lacquered her lips ,     and curled her lashes for war  -----      it was bewildering how much undivided attention each little detail required  ,     how much of this body was left to uncover  .     how little she understood of everyone and everything ,     but perhaps especially ,    of herself .

she smelled like daisies and freshly discovered girlhood ,  dying to blossom .   the music is loud enough to drown whatever impending self-doubt or shed of caution still lingered ,    and all that prying eyes can see is brown hair swinging like in a shampoo commercial ,  her olive skin rose-tinted under the dance-floor lights ,   and a smile—a smile she’d never worn before,   it was carefree and unstrained and pure ,   one that said :  untouched , please touch , never been touched , dying to be touched , come show me the big , wide world .  she thinks maybe she summoned him by sheer will when his shadows comes to engulf her .   “       oh wow ...        hi .     weren’t you ...        ---  you’re really fast .         ”     everything comes to a halt .   it takes her maybe a whole second to notice that ,    though her shoulders had visibly recoiled ,    suddenly aware of how small and consequentionless she was ,      that smile had endured .    she wasn’t scared or terrified ,   she was eager to take that hand ,     and curious to where it would lead .      so she does --- fingers significantly smaller than his fit into the large mold of his hand  ,    inviting him to stay .

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@cohmpton​ asked :     ❛ nurse .  give my muse company in the hospital ., from bill !

“     look at you !      you’re so pretty ,        i’m so glad you’re here ...     ”      beaming ,     pandora clutches to his palms  ,       stroking the sides of his forearm with pale palms and hungry fingers ,       sufficiently warmed by this white cocoon of a bed  ,       which she’d been repeatedly and forcefully tucked into .     at last ,      they’d settled for   sedation :      which is just now starting to wear off ,      still lingering in small gestures  ,       and her overall overtness .       “      did you turn into a bat and sneak in  ------- oooh ,     that’s right ...           you guys can’t really do that .       bummer .      ”         she laughs in interrupted chortles  ,      genuinely amused  in this inhebriated state ,       and lets her weary head collide against the pillow that cushions its fall .

releasing a loaded sigh  ,      pandora grows tired of the bleak ceiling and focuses on his beautiful blue eyes instead ,     bright ,     cold ,      impossibly morose .     she could not hope to contain the wells of sorrow that inhabit them  ---- but even so ,     she wishes she could soothe the storm ,      if only a little  .    wearing a warm and doting expression ,        as though honey and milk would soon pour from her lips ,     she’d yet to let go of his hand  ---- safely kept within her hold ,    tucked away for nobody else to steal .        “    bill ,     ”        she whispers groggily ,     flickering in and out of reality like one of the many ghosts trapped inside these walls  .        “    you should ...        steal me away .    ”            she doesn’t have enough conscience left to elaborate that she loathes hospitals  ,       and all the voices that come with it .

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@queen-sophie-anne​​​​​​ asked :     ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] .

“     i’m sorry ,      i didn’t mean to pry ...   i just kind of got lost and - and---     ”        it was a harmless gesture ,      surely --- one that steals the words right out of her mouth and promptly cuts her rambling short  .     she can’t quite   tell anything    beyond the scope of what the queen wants to portray  ;       sophie-anne’s mask is immaculate and precise ,    ,      unlike anything she’s ever seen  ---   it was weaved throughout the years into this graceful and charismatic cloak that effortlessly evades any of the early conclusions her sixth-sense might’ve drawn otherwise  .     rattled as she is ,    she can’t scrunitize it any more than she can avoid the surging consequences that follow .

“    oh - okay ...     ”        her collarbone pops like buttons on a shirt  ,     shoulders stiff and unflinching  ,     as though she’d pricked her finger somewhere sharp .   pandora hadn’t exactly been    conditioned    to being touched  ----  at all    (  the blessings of growing up in a nunnery ! )    ,      let alone affectionately ,     and her body reacts accordingly .      a blot of blood splatters over the sun-kissed pallor of her skin ,    and she feels her cheeks flush violently  ,     reddening on cue like a fresh bruise  .     her eyes desperately search for a hole to hide in as the thumping in her chest suddenly picks up its pace  .

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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lost boy   ruth b.  |   unmade overtones   thom yorke.  |   shelter  porter robinson.  |  i know places  lykke li.  |  don’t kill my vibe  sigrid.  |   be kind  marshmello (ft halsey).   |  lights  vexento.  |   daydreamer  aurora.  |   haunt  echos.  |   smother  daughter.  |   the fixer  brent morgan.  |   saturn  sleeping at last.  |   queen of peace  florence + the machine.  |   dancing with your ghost  sasha alex sloan.  |    little boy in the grass  aurora.  |   soft to be strong  marina.  |   la la la naughty boy.  |   back to you  twin forks.  |    dance on the moon  aurora.  |   lucky  aurora.  |   the wisp sings  winter aid.  |   only if for a night  florence + the machine.  |   half way home  pines.  |   ?  dodie.  |   birdie  billie marten.  |   dance in the graveyards  delta rae.  |   the disapperance of the girl  phildel.  |   i of the storm  of monsters and men.  |   funeral bell  phildel.  |   sun  sleeping at last.  |   queendom (harp version)  aurora.

* LISTEN .

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bontempsboy​.

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It was the spider lady. She’d been quite nice—the unhappy moments before his world crumbled causing his encounter with her to be the best part of that dreadful night. As he’d approach her to say hello and maybe walk with her for a few blocks. Instead, after a greeting, he lost her. For a moment, René even worried that he’d have to call an ambulance as she seemed utterly out of it while standing right across from him.  

However, as he began to dig in his pocket for his phone, Pandora spoke. “Could’ve fooled me, you,” he sighed, his heart racing as his panic morphed into irritation. “Stop lookin’ at me like that… We should take you to see a doctor, yah?” There’s nothing but silence and her stare—one that made him think of a short story he’d read long before by Edgar Allan Poe. He now understood why the main character killed the old man. “Ghosts?” her question freaks him out as much as her behavior. 

“My mama always said we should fear the livin’, not the dead.” To her credit, she didn’t know about vampires. “I don’t. Let’s get you to the hospital, yah? Ya blood sugar might be low or… somethin’.”

“    i’m sorry .      i don’t want to scare you .    i never want to scare anyone ...    ”     she is a pale sheet dancing in the dark ,     calling for vanished faces.       her voice a murmur of wind carried by the clouds ,       her eyes sweet and subtle ,   weary and sleepy ;   crowned by amtheyst  .      they are cast low and averted from the havens ,    anchored to the soil below .

her tiny fists clench like a vice ,      furling and unfurling into her palm ,  and her heart  ,    though meek ,    stomps    like a giant in its cursed temple .         "     no ,    no ...      i hate hospitals .       they’re too loud .     ”       too loud .      all that screamig  ,      wailing  ------    it feels like a wolf tearing into her :        that agony overflowing from lost souls  ,    cracking their nails bloodied trying to climb back through the veil .  just the thought alone makes her stomach churn .       

wherever there is grief she is sure to follow  ,       sleepless from suffering .    she will stand besides a queen ,    and hold her hand as they travel through the valley of shadows ,       just as she'll stand beside a beggar who yearns for the light .    death does not discriminate  ,      so neither can she .      they are all children through its hollowed eyes .        “    listen ...     there’s someone standing beside you .     ”      she whispers through a thousand voices scratching at her throat  ,     dark mane spilling over the ghastly canvas of her face like black ink .      “         she’s very angry with you .       she can’t let go .        she wants to ...     but you did something very bad ,     and she can’t let go .       ”

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closed starter for: @harvehlle

❛       oh  — that .     don’t worry ,    he was being     inappropriate …      so i knocked him out with that shovel and left him outside .     ❜      she's     feverishly       taking notes  ,           moon - eyes glazed with   amazement .        how wonderful     she is   —     like a    force of nature .           ❛     wow ...      you’re like  —–    amazing …      can you   teach me    how to do that ?       ❜

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closed starter for : @bontempsboy​​

"   what? ...      no .   what?     i’m ...      peachy .    it’s just ...       "       he caught her    off guard  ----  and that uneasy feeling spreads like rust throughout her body .    pandora doesn’t mean to   stare    but she does ;       that burrowing stare that beckons men into corners ,       as if staring past the skin and the bone ,     straight into   that stain :    that damned stain .    that stain of blood they try so hard to scrub off their hands  ,      but try as they might ,    it can never be cleansed by water  .      that figure hunched over his shoulder has becames more and more restless ,    less and less unwilling to be silenced :   it unhinges its maw  ,   begging to be heard .     “    rené ...      do you believe in ghosts?   ”

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closed starter for : @apirot​

"   is that ...      real ?     "       she slowly but surely crawls   closer and closer  ,      wide mocha - eyes swiling with effervecent wonder ;   caught in something of a trance  ,    her sturdy legs unfold   &    carry forth with a will of their own  ,     though a shadow of fear doesn’t trail too far behind those cautious ,     mousy steps .   “   ------   it’s so pretty ...   ”

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closed starter for :  @confidcnces​

"   oooh ,     oh  ---  i can help with that !   "    she practically    leaps    off her seat  ,     body giddy with an overflowing wave of excitement that threatens to spill .     she immediatly clears her throat ,     making a shallow attempt to cease the stirring of digits by smoothing down the crinkles in her newly sewn summerdress .   “   ------   sorry .    that sounds so morbid ...     i just got excited,    ”     her bashful gaze seeks refugee on the ground .     “   i never get to help.   ”

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PENNY DREADFUL (2014-2016)

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@cohmpton