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toes sepulchered for months and months in dust are wiggling off their crust. . .

Indie Multi Muse feat. Muses from :: IT , American Horror Story, Dc, Stranger Things, DMC, Resident Evil, Cyberpunk 2077.

[eviltranscends-deactivated20221]

an  independent  FANDOMLESS  CHARACTER.

❝   Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality. They keep me locked up in this cage, Can't they see it's why my brain says RAGE ?   ❞

penned  by  ::  P L A G U E. . . . you  can  find  my  carrd  HERE  !

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an  independent  FANDOMLESS  CHARACTER.  

                                            ❝      Break  your  teeth  and  break  your  heart                                                     Hit  you  where  it  hurts  and  all                                                     Sweetest  bitch  you’ve  ever  known.  .  .    ❞  

penned  by  ::  L  O  C  U  S  T you  can  find  my  carrd  HERE  !

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THE  GREAT  DECEIVER’S  CRYSTAL  BLUES  SNAP  BACK  TO  HER,  and  he’s  left  furrowing  his  brow  for  a  moment,  confusion  etched  into  his  visage  but  as  she  grows  silent  he  looks  away,  his  eyes  drifting  to  look  over  the  bedroom  once  more,  his  hands  flexing  slightly  to  placate  his  desire  to  fidget  as  he  attempts  to  understand  what  she  had  said.  It  sounds  so  very  simple  and  yet…not,  not  for  someone  like  him.  It’s  why  everyone  had  given  up  on  him,  he  just  couldn’t  grasp  such  simplicity,  not  that  he  could  stop  himself  when  it  really  came  to  it.  He  just  wasn’t  worthy  of  love,  compassion  nor  any  essence  of  support.  He  was  to  be  A  L  O  N  E.  He  was  too  SUFFER.  Michael’s  eyes  drift  back  at  the  mention  of  suicide,  sympathy  flashing  for  a  brief  moment  as  a  solemn  breath  is  taken  in,  a  slow  nod  following  to  show  he  believed  and  understood  her  as  the  breath  escapes  and  with  it  the  release  of  tension  built  up  by  her  confession.  Was  it  common  for  people  to  kill  themselves?

“—-Me,  worried  about  YOU  being  a  psycho?”  Lips  curl  there,  a  short  giggle  following  as  he  looks  down  to  his  lap  before  looking  back  to  her,  with  a  somewhat  refreshed  expression,  “…Certainly  NOT.  I’ve  seen  people  here  who  are,  I  won’t  name  names…but  you,  no.  NEVER.”  He’d  shake  his  head  to  show  that  was  the  furthest  thought  when  he  looked  at  her.  “…you  look  like  you  wouldn’t  hurt  a  fly…but…I’m  sorry  that  happened  to  you,  you  seem  very  nice…”  There’s  a  break,  a  look  of  uncertainty  flourishing  before  he  decides  to  follow  through  with  his  question.  “Violet,  is  it  COMMON  for  people  to…kill  themselves?”  With  such  a  question  there  is  an  air  of  vulnerability  present,  perhaps  insight  that  he  was  still  young  mentally  regardless  of  his  body,  he  was  naïve,  impressionable  and  unknowledgeable  about  the  darkness  of  this  world  even  though  he  had  murderous  intentions.

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im just sending this on a whim and to give you some love - you're incredibly talented,and bring your muses to life in a way i love,i love when muns can do that so easily,and you do just that even though i know some days it may not always be easy to do but you're doing wonderful 🖤 chaotic or not,all of your muses are lovely and well written. anyways,i hope this makes you smile a tiny bit and hope you have a good day or night 🖤

ur too nice pls im cry omg. thank u for being so sweet ! !

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Camping Starters ! // ‘ did you remember to bring the marshmallows? ’ // @turnedahero​

“—-We  couldn’t  make  smores  if  I  forgot  em.”  Spoken  in  a  matter-of-fact  way,  her  brows  are  pulled  together  for  a  moment  in  thought  before  she’s  turning  back  to  her  backpack,  hands  riffling  through  it  until  she  pulls  out  the  bag  of  marshmallows,  a  sigh  of  relief  following  after.  “  The  real  question  is  if  you  brought  the  Pepsi.”  It’s  not  like  Susan  would  buy  anything  like  that  for  her,  instead  she’d  just  constantly  tell  Max  that  it’d  rot  her  teeth  out  and  in  return  Max  would  rebel  whenever  she  could.  Max  loved  going  to  see  her  father  for  that  simple  fact            he  let  her  be  a  kid,  and  Susan  always  made  her  feel  like  she  wasn’t  growing  up  quick  enough.  One  of  the  reasons  she’s  spending  her  weekend  with  Billy  instead  of  her  father  is  based  on  such  a  dynamic.  Susan  and  him  had  been  fighting  again  and  with  it  came  the  consistent  tug  of  war  between  her  parents,  lately  it  centered  around  Susan  and  Neil  wanting  to  move  and  with  Susan  having  custody  it  didn’t  give  her  father  many  options.  The  intruding  thought  of  moving  leaves  the  redhead  boiling  with  bitter  resentment  towards  Neil  and  Susan  and  she  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  Billy  feels  the  same.  Least  tonight  she’s  camping  with  him  on  the  beach  for  one  of  the  last  times.  It  certianlly  beat  being  at  home  with  Susan,  Max  didn’t  even  want  to  see  her.    “Don’t  tell  Susan  about  it,  she’ll  get  super  mad  if  she  finds  out  I  had  anything  with  sugar  in  it.”  Knees  are  pulled  to  her  chest,  her  stormy  hues  drifting  to  watch  the  thrashing  of  the  swells,  her  nose  breathing  in  the  salty  air  as  a  fist  clenches  tightly  around  the  marshmallows,  “…Billy…How  long  do  you  think  we  have  left  till  we  have  to  move?”

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camping starters!

Pronouns / context can be changed as you see fit.

‘ did you remember to bring the marshmallows? ’

‘ oh god, there’s so much poison ivy out here! ’

‘ you’re going to have to pry my phone from my cold, dead hands. ’

‘ wanna go skinny dipping in the lake? ’

‘ give me my clothes back, _______ ! ’

‘ there are dead bugs in the tent. no way am i sleeping in there tonight. ’

‘ why’d you have to choose such a rocky spot to pitch the tent? ’

‘ dude, _______ got so sunburned hiking today. ‘

‘ i think i swallowed a gnat. ’

‘ what do you mean you forgot the bug spray!? ’

‘ i hate camping so much. ’

‘ augh! there’s no cell service! ’

‘ who wants to tell spooky stories? ’

‘ i’m pretty sure i have an inch thick layer of ash on my skin. ’

‘ a bear got into our food supply last night. ’

‘ not gonna lie, but i did the best dive into the lake. _____ can testify. ’

‘ dude, you have so much chocolate on your face right now. ’ 

‘ be lucky you can stand to pee. i got like, five bites when i accidentally sat on an ant hill. ’

‘ ________ accidentally fell in the poison ivy and now s/he/they’re covered in red splotches. ’

‘ the sky is so beautiful when there’s no light pollution to block it. ’

‘ are you awake? ’

‘ whose turn is it to get the firewood? ’

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Billie Lourd as Montana Duke in American Horror Story: 1984 “Red Dawn” (9.05)

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TYPICAL  OF  HIM  TO  PAY  MORE  ATTENTION  TO  HIS  GUTAIR,  and  when  she  says  his  name  it  shows  with  how  he  merely  grunts  in  response,  his  metallic  fingers  strumming  slowly.  It  isn’t  until  the  second  mention  of  being  bored  that  he  lifts  his  head,  oynx  hues  glacing  at  Alt.  "—–The  fuck  you  wanna  go  do?“  It  sounds  harsh,  but  he  sets  the  guitar  down  on  it’s  stand,  his  hands  reaching  for  a  pack  of  smokes  and  his  zippo.  A  cigarette  is  lit,  the  smoke  inhaled,  "I’m  not  really  in  the  mood  to  go  to  a  bar  so.  .  .”  Smoke  leaks  from  his  lips  as  he  speaks.  “.  .  .how  about  we  head  out  to  a  sushi  house?  Something  descreate  so  it  can  just  be  us?”  Ashes  are  flicked  into  a  ashtray  before  he  offers  her  a  shrug.  Perhaps  it  sounds  romantic,  but  truthfully  Johnny  was  getting  sick  of  strangers  coming  up  to  talk  to  him  as  often  as  they  were.  It’s  why  he  rarely  left  his  apartment  unless  he  was  working  or  playing  a  gig.  He  hadn’t  really  grabbed  any  groceries  lately,  instead  settling  for  odd  and  ends  foods,  beer,  and  smokes  from  the  gas  station  accross  the  street.  He  had  the  money,  just  not  the  desire  but  for  her  sake  he  figures  he'll  humor  her.    “Shit.  .  .even  fastfood  sounds  good."

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ONYX  TALONS  TEAR  A  HEART  FROM  A  NAMELESS  CORPSES  CHEST,  scarlet  decorating  the  brick  building  behind  her  with  the  quick  motion.  The  body  is  then  dropped  to  the  ground  with  a  loud     T  H  U  D.  “.  .  .dunno  what  you’d  find  more  interesting  than  mutilation  .  .  .“  Painted  lips  curl,  the  heart  in  hand  dropped  to  the  ground,  before  being  lightly  kicked  at  the  male.  “  least  for  a  normal  person  this  would  be  enough,  but  something  is  telling  me  you  aren’t  excatly  normal,  now  are  you?”  

[lanturn-left-this-blog-deactiva]

The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.

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So cool 😎

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@callofthesnakes​ continued from here ! 

BEFORE  THE  COUNTESS,  HE  WOULD  OF  NEVER  LOVED  ANOTHER.  .  .Natacha  was  such  an  exceptional  woman,  the  light  of  his  life  and  the  very  thing  that  lit  the  flame  of  his  passions,  and  he  had  loved  her  as  a  wolf  had  loved  the  moon.  For  the  best  parts  of  their  lives  the  two  of  them  had  danced  hand  in  hand,  the  love  they  shared  never  faltering.  .  .least  not  until  he  had  invited  a  nervous  actress  into  their  lives.  He  had  been  selfish,  and  for  so  long  he  was  reminded  of  his  selfishness.  .  .and  now  to  see  the  brunette  after  so  long,  he  almost  wants  to  cry  but  he  settles  for  closing  his  eyes  as  Natacha  cups  his  cheeks,  a  slow  breath  escaping  his  nostrils.

“Il  mio  amore…”  Dark  eyes  reopen,  resting  at  half-mast  as  he  gazes  at  her  longingly,  “…It  is  I  that  pushed  you  away,  and  I  paid  quite  a  price  for  doing  so.  In  all  my  time  locked  away  in  the  Cortez,  I  never  once  stopped  thinking  about  you,  Natacha…I  dreamed  of  having  this  chance  and  now  that  I  do…I  wish  to  never  lose  you  again.  Can  you  find  it  in  your  heart  to  forgive  me,  bellissima?”  Lips  curl  to  offer  a  faint  smiles  his  visage  moving  into  her  touch  before  he  lifts  a  hand  to  take  one  of  hers,  a  kiss    pressed  to  the  back  of  her  hand,  “We  could  leave  everything  behind  like  we  planned  all  those  years  ago.”

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@violetiine​ continued from here !! 

HELL  WOULD  PROBABLY  FREEZE  OVER  BEFORE  A  CUSTOMER  WALKED  IN,  least  that’s  what  Steve  had  thought…an  hour  was  a  fairly  long  time  to  have  the  store  empty,  so  far  as  he  deduces  it’s  just  another  slow  night,  another  few  bucks  in  tips  if  he’s  L  U  C  K  Y,  so  much  for  earning  some  gas  money  !  There’s  a  sigh  as  Steve  leans  against  the  counter,  glancing  over  to  Violet  as  he  crosses  his  arms  across  his  chest.

“—-Look,  much  as  I  don’t  want  to  admit  it  you  are  totally  right.  This  is  completely  lame.  ”  Violet  earns  a  loud  sigh,  Steve’s  eyes  rolling  for  a  moment,  “…I  could  literally  think  of  like…A  thousand  things  I’d  rather  be  doing  on  a  Saturday  night—-not  that  working  with  you  bores  me  or  anything.  I  just…This  place  suuuucks,  and  no  amount  of  free  ice-cream  makes  up  for  it.  I  can’t  believe  I  took  the  job  offer  over  that  and  meeting  girls  either.  ”  One  day  he’d  let  his  boss  have  it,  course  he’d  need  to  be  doing  A  LOT  better  than  he  was  at  the  present  moment,  if  he  just  quit  his  dad  would  certianlly  NOT  be  happy.    "—–speaking  of  that,  why  the  hell  would  you  accept  this  job?  Was  it  me?  I  know  I’m  like…the  hot  gossip  in  the  mall.“  A  smile  followed  by  a  chortle  at  his  sarcastic  inflation  of  ego,  "But  SERIOUSLY,  what  made  you  wanna  come  here  almost  every  day  for  the  rest  of  whenever?”

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THEY  SAY  YOU  FIND  LOVE  IN  UNEXPECTED  PLACES,  Oswald  would  certainly  agree  with  such  a  sentiment  after  spending  the  time  he  has  with  the  Harlequin…and  to  think  one  R  A  I  N  Y  day  had  sealed  their  fate.  It  was  quite  amusing,  but  the  fact  she  hadn’t  recoiled,  the  fact  she  cups  his  cheeks  causes  rose  to  the  surface  at  the  tip  of  his  nose  as  his  lips  twitch  with  uncertainty.  Anticipation  exists  in  his  lungs,  his  breath  staled  as  he  waits  to  hear  her  response…  .and  once  he  does  he  can’t  help  but  laugh,  his  nose  burning  slightly  as  tears  swell  in  his  icy  hues,  if  God  is  playing  games  with  him  once  more,  hope  would  be  discarded  amongst  his  failures  and  he’d  continue  on,  an  ache  in  his  chest,  an  ache  there  would  be  no  cure  for…and  as  much  as  that  FEAR  breathes  on  the  back  of  his  neck  he  smiles,  his  gaze  falling  as  a  nervous  chortle  escapes  him  as  his  touch  moves  to  grab  her  hands,  squeezing  gently  before  returning  the  kiss  she  had  initiated.  The  words  that  follow  cause  him  to  glance  up,  a  breathy  chuckle  escaping  him  as  he  pulls  back.

“Dove,  I  believe  that’s  what  I’m  supposed  to  say.”  Oswald  speaks  with  a  smile,  “…However,  I  admit  it  sounds  rather  lovely  coming  from  your  mouth.”  Lips  find  purchase  on  the  back  of  one  of  her  hands  before  he  escorts  her  to  the  patio  table  outside  the  Dahl  Mansion,  “I  know…this  isn’t  easy  for  you,  after  everything  you  have  been  through  but…the  only  thing  I  have  ever  wanted  was  for  someone  to  understand  me,  you  have  given  that  to  me  without  me  even  daring  to  ask,  which  is  far  more  than  I  can  say  about  those  I  considered  close  friends…I  haven’t  felt  quite  at  home  with  someone  else  as  I  have  with  you…you  are  truly  a  magnificent  woman  and  I  am  positively  humbled  that  you  share  such  sentiments  with  a  man  like  me.  I  will  do  everything  I  can  to  make  you  happy  and  if  I  ever  fail  to  deliver,  please  tell  me.”  A  short  nod  would  follow  as  his  hand  leaves  the  warmth  of  Harley’s,  instead  moving  to  pull  a  chair  out  near  the  patio  furniture,  a  hand  gesturing  for  her  as  he  smiles,  taking  his  own  seat  once  he’d  push  her  chair  in.  Slowly,  Oswald  scoots  in,  his  eyes  lifting  to  meet  hers  once  more  and  he  takes  in  the  sight  of  her  visage…The  sun  had  rested  against  her  pale  cheeks,  making  her  look  warm  and  well  cared  for.  It  makes  him  proud  knowing  that  he  had  such  a  positive  impact  on  her.  She  had  changed  many  things  for  him  as  well,  before  her,  he  had  lost  someone  who  he  loved,  someone  who  wanted  him  to  be  in  pain,  and  perhaps  without  her  arrival,  he  would’ve  never  managed  to  recover  from  losing  both  a  lover  and  his  closest  friend.    "Dinner  should  accompany  us  soon  with  a  glass  of  wine  should  you  wish  to  indulge.  I’d  say  today  warrants  a  bit  of  celebration,  don’t  you?“

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                           R E A C H  O U T  &  T O U C H   F A I T H

[polymorphics]

SUCH  A  DEVILISH  SMILE  IS  ABSORBED,  and  if  this  meeting  wasn’t  deciding  the  value  of  her  mortal  life,  he  might’ve  returned  the  expression  with  a  hum  of  delight.  Michael  finds  it  funny,  really,  how  all  the  people  in  the  various  outposts  he  has  visited  always  tried  to  get  on  his  GOOD  side,  and  yet  here  was  one  very  peculiar  creature  who  didn’t  seem  to  really  care  if  she  made  it  to  Sanctuary  or  not,  how  chaotic  !

“…Suppose  you  and  I  think  alike.”  A  murmur,  one  accompanied  with  the  drifting  of  glaciers  as  he  glances  to  the  crackling  fireplace,  “  Quite  funny  though  isn’t  it?  People  used  money  to  secure  the  spots  and  now  money  is  completely  worthless,  as  are  many  of  their  lives.”  Temptation  rests  there,  wondering  if  he  should  finish  the  thought,  "——least  as  I  witnessed  in  around…five  other  outposts  when  I  visited.  Fair  to  say  that  right  now  this  and  two  other  outposts  are  all  we  have  to  find  people  capable  of  reviving  the  human  race.”  A  lie  from  the  Jackal’s  mouth,  and  how  he  smiles  with  a  contorted  grin,  “…TRULY,  IT'S  SUCH  A  SHAME.”  There’s  a  brief  shrug  of  his  shoulders  followed  by  an  airy  chortle  of  delight.  As  the  blonde  stands,  his  eyes  slowly  drift  back  to  her,  the  morbid  amusement  draining  to  a  blank  slate  as  she  approaches  him,  outside  of  that  no  clear  reaction  to  the  invasion  of  his  space  could  be  noted,  truly  he  didn’t  have  any  problems  with  his  space  being  invited,  though  he  is  curious  to  why  she’d  get  so  close..  Once  she  shows  signs  of  wanting  to  whisper,  he  leans  closer  to  hear  her  with  a  furrowed  brow,  “  I  assure  you  anything  you  say  won’t  be  THAT  shocking  to  me.”  There’s  no  effort  to  scoot  away  as  she  joins  him  atop  the  desk,  instead  he  turns  to  face  her,  his  left  foot  meeting  the  floor  as  his  right  rests  against  the  desk.

He’s  pleasantly  surprised  by  her  words,  his  lips  curling  ever  so  slightly,  “…well…i  suppose  it’s  safe  to  say  that  Valentine’s  Day  was  marked  down  as  the  worst  holiday  of  their  lives  until  ‘Doomsday’,  assuming  they  perished  of  course.  I  am  most  curious  about  their  reaction  while  opening  your  gift.  Did  you  wrap  it?  Seal  it  with  a  sparkly  red  ribbon—-perhaps.  .  .you  even  addressed  it  to  the  family  from  an  unnamed  suitor…Unless  you  made  it  obvious  that  you  were  to  blame?  That’d  be  quite  EVIL  of  you,  Jackie.”