THE GHOST IN YOU;

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦.

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# 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 . an original character inspired by the supernatural universe, exploring concepts such as trying to be better, building yourself back up, finding kindness despite violence, rock & roll never dies.

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odie has now moved to @rebuiltmyself!

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⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of? 

'  oh  don't  get  me  started.  they  love  horror,  and  i  hate  being  forced  into  it.  i'd  prefer  to  not  be  dealing  with  a  shitshow  every  five  minutes,  but  they  think  it's  interesting  to  explore  what  going  through  that  does  to  a  person.  personally,  i  just  want  a  nap  and  a  hot  chocolate.  '

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🎀 What does the mun have for a music taste? Do you like it?

'  kind  of  all  over  the  place?  a  good  amount  of  oldies  her  grandpa  used  to  play  on  vinyl  when  she  was  a  kid,  some  more  rock  and  punk  style  stuff,  and  then  cottagecore  and  folk  on  the  other  end  of  the  spectrum.  i  don't  mind  it,  but  it's  definitely  not  always  what  i'd  pick.  '

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☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not?

'  thankfully,  i  pretty  much  get  to  run  wild.  they  make  a  cup  of  tea,  sit  down,  and  let  me  run  through  how  i'd  react  to  things  in  real  time.  she  writes  it  out,  goes  in  and  edits  to  make  it  cleaner  and  flow  better,  then  it  either  gets  thrown  in  drafts  to  be  edited  again  or  is  posted.  depends  how  good  the  dynamic  between  me  and  the  other  muse  is.  '

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🎁 Is the mun good at taking compliments or not? 

'  gotta  be  honest  with  ya,  she'll  take  them  well,  but  internalising  them?  whole  different  battle.  they're  doing  a  lot  better  though,  considering  they've  managed  to  get  into  a  routine  with  taking  meds  regularly.  better  than  nothin',  not  as  good  as  it  will  be.  '

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once my queue runs out tomorrow i'll start following people over on the new blog!

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‘ maybe that works in the minor leagues, but not with me. ’ ( from demon dean )

this  is  the  reason  she  quit  hunting.  why  she  stayed  out  of  it,  stayed  at  the  bunker  with  her  children.  that  feeling  of  safety,  something  she  clings  too  with  everything  she  has,  can  be  so  easily  plucked  away.  she  considers  him  family,  once  upon  a  time  wouldn't  have  hesitated  if  someone  asked  if  she  felt  safe  with  him.  now,  all  she  feels  is  dread.  it's  a  familiar  pinprick  on  her  skin,  that  dull  throb  in  her  chest  as  she's  suddenly  hyperaware  of  her  surroundings.

this,  she  knows.  this,  she  can  handle.  she's  spent  her  whole  life  wary  of  men,  this  is  just  name  on  the  list  of  those  to  be  scared  of,  even  if  he's  someone  she  never  expected  to  add.

  '  what  happened  to  you,  dean?  '

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once my queue runs out tomorrow i'll start following people over on the new blog!

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“i live to joke another day” - from claire

'  whatever  would  the  world  do  without  you  and  your  glorious  puns?  '  she  sighs,  an  arm  coming  to  rest  around  claire's  shoulder.  '  wither  and  die,  i  think.  '

  she's  grinning  as  she  says  it,  playful  and  warm.  she  loves  claire's  humour,  personally,  appreciates  that  the  young  woman  is  always  able  to  draw  a  snort  from  her.

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❛  all  these  marks  -  i  look  like  a  crime  scene .  ❜

eyebrow  raises  as  she  looks  at  him  where  she  sits,  a  sponge  in  hand  as  she  dabs  at  his  injuries  gently.  '  how  did  this  even  happen?  '  she's  never  seen  him  this  bad  before,  though,  she's  usually  asleep  when  he  comes  home.  is  it  always  this  bad?  does  she  just  never  see  it?  fingers  gently  rest  on  his  side,  careful  not  to  touch  the  injured  skin.

  '  are  you  ok?  we've  got  painkillers  in  the  cabinet  i  think.  '  she's  worried,  she  knows  it  must  show  in  her  face.  she  wants  him  safe,  whole,  wants  to  be  confident  he'll  always  make  it  home  to  her.

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' you know , i feel like you're judging me a little bit , but it's my job as a cool aunt to make sure my niece's eighth birthday was sick as hell for all parties in attendance . it's not like anyone got trashed . ---- except me , but that was later . after all the kids went home , y'know ? '

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'  i  ain't  judgin',  promise!  '  she  reassures  quickly,  hands  thrown  up  in  surrender.  '  how  did  you  make  the  party  sick  for  the  kids?  just  like...  tons  of  cake,  or  what?  were  they  balloons?  please  tell  me  you  made  balloon  animals.  '  she'd  pay  good  money  to  see  those  pictures  if  beezy  did.  

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i just … i just want this to be over.

'  i  know.  '  her  voice  is  soft  as  it  breaks  the  cold  air,  she's  sat  beside  him,  backs  against  a  wall,  looking  up  at  the  ceiling.  of  course  she  knows,  how  could  she  not?  '  it's  too  much,  sometimes,  like  it's  all  there  is  to  life  and  you'll  never  be  free  of  it.  '  fear  wraps  bony  fingers  around  their  wrists  and  pulls  them  into  a  close  embrace,  she  knows.

  '  it  gets  easier.  it  doesn't  go  away,  but  every  day,  it  gets  a  little  bit  easier.  '  she's  seen  it,  seen  how  over  time  that  river  that  would  flow  from  her  no  longer  spilled  from  her  hands,  how  she  didn't  feel  it  stained  everything  she  touched.  now,  it  sits  alongside  her.  she  can  carry  it.

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“i would have remembered a name as fucking stupid as bambi.” - from bobby (not understanding millenials and their naming of their kids.)

'  hey!  '  she  exclaims.  '  bambi  is  a  national  treasure.  i'm  still  not  over  those  hunters  shooting  his  mama.  '  she  understands  the  practice  and  benefits  of  hunting,  but  it  doesn't  mean  she  won't  still  be  sad  about  it. 

  '  anyway,  '  she  continues,  composing  herself,  hands  smoothing  out  her  skirt.  '  i'm  fairly  sure  that  bambi  the  waitress  is  probably  the  siren  in  question.  '

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 + 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

minors dni, mature / usfw questions ahead. please specify muse when sending to a mumu blog.

... 01. what sexuality does your muse identify as, or most closely with? 02. when did your muse realise they had become sexually attracted to others? 03. what traditional 'turn on's' apply most to your muse? 04. what non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on? 05. what are the top kinks that your muse enjoys? 06. what are some/a kink that your muse wants to explore? 07. how to they view sexual intimacy and love? 08. outside of the bedroom or domicile, where has your muse had sex? 09. do they prefer/tend to be dominant, submissive, both, or etc.? 10. how often does your muse indulge in self-pleasure? 11. what is your muses favourite, or most favoured, position/s? 12. how sensitive sexually is your muse? 13. does your muse enjoy wearing something special in the bedroom? 14. has your muse ever indulged in temperature play? if not, would they? if so; how did they find the experience? 15. relative to genre, has your muse ever used toys with a partner or themselves? 16. how vocal is your muse when intimate? 17. how confident is your muse in expressing their desires? 18. has your muse ever bathed or showered naked intimately with another? 19. how does your muse feel about eye contact during sex? 20. has your muse ever indulged in the use of restraints; whether using them on someone or themselves?

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@rebuiltmyself : i’ve always wanted to be liked. it grieved me that I was treated with indifference.

there's a sad look in anya's eyes. because she knows the feeling. her whole life , at best she was looked at with indifference. most of the time though . . . people feared here for what she could do. even though it helps most people who seek out her help . . . it's still all too often looked at with exactly what she describes . . . indifference. the brunette rolls her lips , looking down slightly pondering her words before speaking. ❛ sometimes i like t'think they're just jealous. ❜ she jokes , before her expression settles into one more serious. ❛ people often look at things they don't understand that way. it's the best way they know how to react sometimes. ❜

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the  smile  on  her  lips  in  response  is  small,  a  shake  of  the  head  offered.  '  i  dunno  what  anyone  would  be  jealous  o'  me  for.  everyone  i  know  has  such  beautiful  lives,  and  i  have  my  own  too.  '  she  shrugs,  small,  almost  imperceptible.  '  i  guess  i  just  always  wanted  someone  to  look  at  me,  to  see  someone  they  wanted  to  choose  first.  i  didn't  wanna  feel  like  the  pity  vote,  or  like  someone's  second  place.  i  wanted  to  feel  special.  ' maybe it's silly, some childish want buried beneath the surface. to want to feel special but not obsessed over, to feel wanted but not suffocated.