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okay so -- i'm pretty sure it's obvious, but i've lost my muse and i don't really see him coming back anytime soon, which is a shame, because i do love writing for wirt. i'm not deleting the blog, because i would like to come back at some point, i'm just not sure when that will be. sorry!!
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Blank Space - Taylor Swift Inspired Sentence Meme
“Nice to meet you, where have you been?”
“I could show you incredible things.”
“It’s magic, madness, heaven, and sin.”
“Oh my God, look at that face.”
“You look like my next mistake.”
“Love's a game, wanna play?”
“I can read you like a magazine.”
“Ain't it funny how rumors fly?”
“I know you heard about me.”
“Hey, let's be friends.”
“I'm dying to see how this one ends.”
“Grab your passport!”
“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”
“So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames.”
“You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain.”
“I’ve got a long list of ex-lovers.”
“They'll tell you I'm insane.”
“You know I love the players and you love the game.”
“We're young and we're reckless.”
“We'll take this way too far.”
“It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar.”
“I've got a blank space and I'll write your name.”
“You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen.”
“Find out what you want.”
“Be that girl for a month.”
“The worst is yet to come.”
“I can make all the tables turn.”
“It’s a rose garden filled with thorns.”
“I’ll keep you second guessing.”
“Oh my God, who is she?”
“I get drunk on jealousy.”
“You'll come back each time you leave.”
“Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”
“Boys only want love if it's torture.”
“Don't say I didn’t warn you.”
“No, no, it’s… can’t you see it? It’s a demon! It’s a being of pure energy, with no weakness!”
Dipper jabs his finger at the words written in blood(?): ‘DO NOT SUMMON AT ALL COSTS'
“It posessed me, it tried to kill me and my sister!”
He feels color rising to his cheeks. Oh, God, he probably looks like an idiot.
' You got... possessed... '
He stares at the other for a few seconds before directing his attention to the page. It did look ominous, and Wirt wouldn't be surprised if the thing did exist.
' I believe you. I - I mean, I visited a town of... undead skeletons dressed as pumpkins, so it's not really the weirdest thing I've heard of. '
infractxs:
❝ Well, duh. I mean, it w a s my idea. ❞
' In my defense, it sounded like a really bad idea at the time. '
MEGAMIND SENTENCE MEME;
❝ Even fate picks its favorites. ❞
❝ I saw it and thought of you. ❞
❝ Can we keep it? ❞
❝ Great news: I’m a changed man/woman, and… and I’m ready to re-enter society as a solid citizen. ❞
❝ You’re a villain, and you’ll always be a villain. ❞
❝ You’re fun. ❞
❝ You got a present in the mail. ❞
❝ Is it a puppy? ❞
❝ Like, let’s just get a cofee or something. ❞
❝ You were right. ❞
❝ I’ll always be a villain. ❞
❝ And I love you, random citizen! ❞
❝ There’s no place like evil lair. ❞
❝ How do I look? Do I look bad? ❞
❝ Is there some kind of nerdy super-villain website where you get Tesla coils and blinky dials? ❞
❝ Such tricks won’t work on me… temptress… ❞
❝ Please talk slower. ❞
❝ You’re so predictable. ❞
❝ I’m shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots. ❞
❝ I’m not panicking. ❞
❝ Dag! Crab nuggets! ❞
❝ Fackled fish cracker! ❞
❝ I’m in a heated, existential discussion with this dead-eyed, plastic desk toy. ❞
❝ And… wrap that up and give it to a child on Christmas, ‘cause we’re done. ❞
❝ I’ve made a horrible mistake. ❞
❝ I’ve never heard you laugh before. ❞
❝ You don’t get out much, do you? ❞
❝ You make me laugh. ❞
❝ Do you have someone special in your life? ❞
❝ Who wants churros? ❞
❝ Wait a minute… are you wearing… Jean Paul Gaultier’s Pour Homme…? ❞
❝ What happens when _____ finds out who you really are? ❞
❝ Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was your first day of being evil. ❞
❝ Oh, that was really grown up! ❞
❝ The bad guy doesn’t get the girl. ❞
❝ My sole purpose in life is to look after you. ❞
❝ I don’t need you to look after me. ❞
❝ What are you s- what are you saying? ❞
❝ You don’t need me? ❞
❝ That doesn’t even make any sense! ❞
❝ Look, there is no ‘us’, okey? There will never be an ‘us’. ❞
❝ Why are you so evil? ❞
❝ Do you really think I would ever be with you? ❞
❝ You were right. I was… less right… ❞
❝ I need your help. ❞
❝ That’s when I got the brilliant idea… to fake my death. ❞
❝ Granted, you have talent. ❞
❝ This is the first time we’ve hung out socially, and it’s when I’m/you’re about to destroy the city! ❞
❝ Did you want to hear me say it? I’ll say it. Here it is, from the blackest part of my heart… I. Am. Sorry! ❞
❝ We’re gonna die! ❞
❝ There is no Easter Bunny, there is no Tooth Fairy, and there is not Queen of England. This is the real world. ❞
❝ What’s the plan? ❞
❝ No matter what side you’re on, you’re always the loser. ❞
❝ There’s a benifit to losing. You get to learn from your mistakes. ❞
❝ Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! ❞
❝ What a drama queen. ❞
❝ Don’t give me that face. ❞
❝ You really need to empty your pockets more often. ❞
❝ This has been the worst day of my entire life. ❞
❝ & yet another point to Mabel Gleeful. Damn, it feels good being me. ❞
She then proceeded with downing another large gulp of the alcoholic liquid in hand & silently gloated on the fact that she’d made the always-pleasing-to-the-eye angry pout make its way upon the dweeb’s lips. Success.
The pout remains as he watches her drink, and he scrapes the back of his mind for a good enough comeback but ---- the moment's passed, it's too late, he's already been outwitted. Again. && he's too stubborn to pick up a new conversation, so he doesn't.
❝ I know. ❞
she smiled & turned the dial on the oven, turning it up to 350 degrees, & opened the fridge, begining to stack in her arms the needed products, before kicking the door closed & placing the boxes & packages onto the table.
❝ Okey, we still need sugar, flour, baking soda &… cocoa. They should be in that cabinet. ❞
' sugar, flour, baking soda, cocoa. that's a job i can do. just gonna... get things out of a cabinet. easy. okay... '
he retrieves the items with unsurprising ease and sets them down on the table, fully aware that the constant narrating might get a little annoying, but you can only do so much to hide your growing unease that mabel might actually blow something up.
❝ Wirt, you’re a dweeb who doubtably has ever or will ever get drunk & is most likely an incredible lightweight, so like two shots of tequila & you’re down. I on the other hand get drunk pretty much every weekend. I have more experiance.
You don’t actually know anything. ❞
' actually ---- '
' ... '
he has noting to retort with, so he's just going to pout angrily.
❅ "You needn’t be frightened. It won’t harm you."
' i-i'm sure it doesn't, b-but i kind of have a fear of... snow. that sounds dumb when i say it out loud, i'm sorry. um. '
wow??? wow holy shit on a stick guys i’d never imagined i’d get this far playing my muse??? i need to make a thingy for mom too damn but wow???? wow!!!! you guys have been rlly good to me and here’s basically a lil shoutout to all you lovelies
CONFIDANTS—people i adore to the bottom of my heart, and have helped me actually keep this muse by being rlly nice/putting up w my shit lordmangaka cronxs scapegoater iwillwearyoudown stuphot victorxano asymptomatiic
THOSE OF SWOLLEN EYES—people that have made me want to be a better dib and those i admire (from afar? mostly from afar) ilhuicac terraefil pizzerxa atlaxlinguist strategizst ignotii laantern xnuudoru linesofsanzu vitiat subjxgglator rettosei killianns amjustice egbxrt
CLASSMATES— people i love seeing on my dash like yes good keep doing your thing icetivity theresasnxkeinmyboot vesidemoni caelas subjugare astraanopsia expressiist starkiisms rottenepxch sleuthery punziiie capricarnival
thank you all for making this so fun like holy crap all of you are 100/10 please keep being incredible ily all
hello!! i'm sorry for,,, being gone,, for like a month omg i'm gonna do my replies && like this for a starter?? idk if anyone's online but
jason funderburker voice: buy my mixtape
wirt voice: dude wtf
————— INTO THE UNKNOWN.
❅ ”Hm? Oh, no, the ice won’t melt. Summer or not, it’s magic.”
' th-that's, um, p-please keep that away from me. '
the beast & the baker
"Thank you, I really appreciate it,"
Although she’s spend a couple nights in the woods before- she’s glad to finally stay in a warm, safe house for once. It was surprising to her that the Beast never came to her in the middle of the night- perhaps it was because he’d already claimed someone from her. Regardless the blonde was relieved to get a good night’s sleep for once. Hopefully she could plan out more and try to get some more information from the boy once she’s had some sleep- and maybe a good meal.
The boy seemed reluctant to talk to her, and she wondered what his story was, and how he found the woods. She didn’t want to push him to tell her anything he felt uncomfortable about telling her, but she hoped she would learn part of his story, and maybe help him.
"Sorry- I never learned your name. Oh- and I’m Victoria, by the way."
he enters the house first, and hurriedly tries to make the place seem a little more presentable. sticks of wood lie everywhere and scraps of paper with poetry scrawled across them litter the table. he gathers a few in his arms and, unsure of where to put them, dumps them behind the back of the couch. only a few candles are place in the room ----- it's technically abandoned, so electricity is out of the question. he lights them, dimly illuminating their surroundings.
' s-sorry about that! i - i don't usually get visitors, and i'm not usually in, s-so... it's kind of a mess. i'm wirt. victoria is a nice name. '
he finally turns to face her, awkward smile decorating worn features. it feels odd, even though it's hardly genuine, to actually smile. oh god, he's been alone for too long. he wishes beatrice would visit once in a while. he hasn't seen her since -- well, she knows what he's doing know. she probably doesn't want anything to do with him.
two lost pilgrims on your dash
