† HOLY.

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&&. i can't decide whether or not to bring joe out of hiatus, but !! y'all should hit up my messages while i fix up his theme ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) keep me company, p lease ― help me decide what to do with joseph’s pesky ass.

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(  — @intangiblepryde​ )

【 † 】 CRUEL AND HEARTLESS, SUCH IS life at its very heart. far too rarely is one aware until its too late – when a time for redemption has passed, leaving NOTHING but a shell of someone once full of courage. joseph had long - since accepted the way things were, took things in stride, bore his consequences as he knew he had to. he did his damnest to conceal it all, and all things considered, he had done so fairly well. he had been strolling along the walkway when he first heard it - a pitiful MEWL, drawing oceanic hues away from the device in his hand, thumbs still hovering over the keyboard of where he had been writing out a text. joseph blinked, then pocketed it swiftly, turning his full attention to the alley in which the meow had been EMITTED. 

it had been a meow, hadn’t it? 

❝ you heard that too, RIGHT? ❞

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Insomnia starters

"It's nearly two in the morning, what are you doing up?"

"I'm pulling an all-nighter."

"I can't sleep."

"I'm having nightmares."

"Will you stay awake with me?"

"Why am I still awake?"

"I should've gone to bed by now, but..."

"I don't think I can sleep after that."

"It's past midnight, why are we still up?"

"Do you normally go this long without sleep?"

"God, I wish I could just pass out right about now."

"I'm an insomniac, this is just normal."

"I work best at night."

"It's that late already! But it feels so early..."

"Can we stay awake together?"

"Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep."

"I like being the only person awake sometimes."

"Is it too late to go to bed, or should we wait for the morning?"

"I can't sleep - I've tried everything."

"Let's get you some sleeping pills."

"You should really get some rest."

"I don't want to fall asleep without you."

"I'll stay with you while you're up."

[phantomemes]

rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 )

“ romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic, and recommended. ” “ it’s unwise to temper creatures of flesh and bone like steel. ” “ one bad apple ruins the bunch. ” “ two bad apples leave no witnesses. ” “ you know it’s the real deal when you can see past the meatsuit. ” “ break your teeth on love. ” “ when it’s good it’s great, when it’s great it’s a small calamity. ” “ you are every mother’s cautionary tale. ” “ harpoons, while more effect than arrows, are not as wieldy. ” “ make up your fucking mind. ” “ there are plenty of fish in the sea. ” “ some just happen to be imbibed with mercury. ” “ lay them to rest. ” “ you will watch the skies. you will wait. ” “ eat the other. ” “ there will be scrapes and sutures. ” “ no loose ends. ” “ an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a knife for the ribs. ” “ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ” “ decay will feed the bloom. ” “ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ” “ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. ” “ this time around, get inventive. ” “ accept your impending expiration. ” “ stop trying to swallow the sun. ” “ there are forces outside your control. ” “ most of them don’t care for you. ” “ many would not find you very appetizing. ” “ not all things have significance. ” “ like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ” “ ‘just’ and ‘right’ only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. ” “ please don’t cry. ” “ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ” “ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places. ” “ nothing can stay. ” “ dying is dying and rot is rot. ” “ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ” “ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ” “ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ” “ what made you so vindictive? ” “ all are ruins at your feet. ” “ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. ” “ vehicular arson is not the answer. ” “ hate is a verb. ” “ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ” “ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time. ” “ honestly they’re probably better off that way. ” “ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once. ” “ the answer is no. ” “ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ” “ delete your search history. ” “ please practice blinking. ” “ others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ” “ what did you ever do to deserve this? ” “ in all probability, something terrible. ” “ you are a crayon, get out of the toolbox. ” “ none will love the butcher. ” “ don’t take it too personally. ” “ wash the memories from your mind and body. ”

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&&. i'm back y'all. sorry i was gone for so long, i just ?? had zero time or muse to write for a while. i'm gonna start fresh unless you message me asking to respond to a thread we already have, which i will totally do !! anyway, like this for a small starter !! i'm capping at three, because i don't know how iffy my muse is just yet and don't want to leave any of you hanging again. feel free to message me regarding plot, or if you miss the cap, tag me in a starter !! i'm just awful at starting a bunch of threads at once, bless.

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Has this been done yet? I’m sorry….  The dialogue/scenario are from a Pete Holmes stand-up special “Nice Try, the Devil”, which you can find on YouTube.  I do also have some actual serious DDADDS fan art of Damien floating around out there too: [link] [link]

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❝ why did the hawk sit on the church’s steeple? ❞ 

❝ it was a bird of PRAY. ❞

[geistertasse]

lead us not into temptation.

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&&. sorry about my lack of activity here lately --- it's been a rough couple of days. i'll do my best to catch up on replies tomorrow !!

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❝ everyone has a g - spot. ❞

❝ it’s called the god spot, and it’s in your heart. ❞

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♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

for every “ ♡ ” i get, i'll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

&&. humor. faking a smile is basically a part of his daily routine at this point, and if you can draw a genuine laugh out of him, it will absolutely make his day. not just telling jokes or messing around either, just.. little things. wrapping your arms real tight around him and nuzzling his neck, or kissing his nose when he just wakes up, things that will bring a little chuckle out of him. easily one of the quickest ways to his heart.

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♡

for every “ ♡ ” i get, i'll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

&&. patience. he's dug himself into a hole, and it will take him a long time to truly get out of it. it's happened before and it will happen again -- he will begin feeling something, something he's always wanted, and he'll get spooked. joseph is afraid of change, and always assumes the best course of action is to return home, to continue being miserable because it is the only thing he has ever known. he's been taught that divorce is sin, and the realization that he would leave mary for you will frighten him, and make everything else much more real. he will think of all the things he has done, and decide he can't go through with it. give him time -- don't leave him. he will ABSOLUTELY try to push you away. don't let him, regardless of how hard he will try.

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♡

for every “ ♡ ” i get, i'll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

&&. attention. joseph is the type to dote on others --- be it soft touches, lingering kisses, or taking care of them after his rope escapades, he strives to make sure his partners are alright ( until he leaves, and the guilt kicks in ). do it to him, and he'd absolutely swoon. be gentle with him. run your fingers through his hair, pet him just beneath the nape, let him lie with you. he is so starved for affection that he talks himself into believing sex is enough. show him differently.

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✎? (hello yes, it is one of the people your muse is housed with trying to interact with you.)

✎ — speaking in a different language

【 † 】 JOSEPH IS IN NO WAY  multilingual, and it shows clear in the baffled reaction their words spur from him. the expression that writes itself onto his features is one of absolute, utter confusion. brows furrow, oceanic hues flicking up from where they had been scanning over the back of a book – and a vague look of concern, as if attempting to decide whether or not he should be unsettled by the outburst. it would be laughable, he’s SURE – his lips part, then closing once more, working over silence until he manages a soft,❝ come again? ❞

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"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing." And George Foyet loves scary things.

【 † 】HE HUMS ABSENTLY IN RESPONSE, glimmering baby blues half-lidded, heavy lashes brushing the line of his cheekbone once he drops his gaze. rare were the times he allowed himself to seem VULNERABLE — although his state of mind was far more than enough to warrant the title, his demeanor was often one of confidence. so used to being in control is he that his mind tries to fabricate a part of him that knows this city, to create an illusion of supremacy.

still, fear is a beast that lurks after his every move; hovering over his shoulder, it’s shadow an ever - present reminder of just how HELPLESS he truly was.

❝ you could say that. ❞  the minister says finally, slim hands drifting down the length of foyet’s arm as he SPEAKS. one could nearly assume the move was subconscious, although the coy smile that graces his lips says otherwise,❝ but it keeps things interesting. ❞

[wanderingmercenary]

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

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❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞ totally platonic bro....

【 † 】A GENTLE SCOFF RESONATES FROM the kitchen where joseph is currently slipping off his oven mitts ( brought from his OWN house, of course — he was positive sanada did not know what an oven mitt was, let alone have a pair ), setting them down onto the recently - cleaned counter and immediately propping his arms over his chest,❝ I wouldn’t call that staring. ❞  the minister retorts, ❝  i was just trying to see what you were doing; you haven’t made a sound in half an hour. ❞ when his children ( or mary, for that matter ) were quiet for more than ten minutes, he couldn’t help but seek them out – silence meant they were occupied, and more often than not, it was at the expense of someone else. old habits, he supposed.

joseph moves towards the doorway of the samurai’s livingroom, casting his gaze towards the television that flickered dimly within. 

❝ what are you watching? ❞