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Are you here about the sink--

#blackouutdays #c; rachel

⌘ - emmett lmao

5 things your muse does that pisses them off

your attitude

your jawline

your height

the fact that you're a massive dick

the way you treat me

5 things your muse does that makes them jealous

everything

i'm jealous of everyone

and everything

don't even look at anyone

everything

5 reasons they’re glad your muse is in their life

i'm not

you're funny

you're cute in a dickish kind of way

you helped me get over emily

i feel less alone with you

5 reasons they wish they’d never met your muse

i think i'm starting to like you more than i should

you stress me out and i don't need that

you make me feel like shit everyday of my life but less alone so look at that piece of shit contradiction

you in general

fuck off

#long post /#[too lazy for grammar]#blackouutdays

F-Flynn...

#filed under:#t1:fkynn.#[ paula; t. ]#blackouutdays

blackouutdays replied to your post:so meone hit me

DONGT REPRE SS THE CREATIVITY

BUT IF I DO TOO MANY AT ONCE MY BRAIN WILL BREAK DOWN

#blackouutdays #this is a clarified fact #and a l s o i m not good enough w the canons

☁ emememmtmtt

3rd: My muse’s reaction to yours being tortured in front of them while they’re restrained.

Water filled her mouth and nose, causing her to shake violently as she came to. A pink mixture of water and blood was spat onto the floor, causing her to cough. The last thing she remembered was being thrown to the ground by a huge man and screaming for Emmett to run you fucking idiot. Hunters took no mercy when it came to people that had anything to do with witches. So when they saw Emmett, they treated him like any other witch.

The place reeked of death and sweat. Hunters weren't keen on cleaning, were they? Joanna glared up at the same man who had thrown her to the floor before. Without a moment of hesitation, she spat in his face. The water, blood, and spit was wiped off of his face and he grabbed her jaw.

❝ Wouldn't do that if I were you. Your boyfriend might suffer for it. ❞

He turned her head to look at the limp, tall body of Emmett. She could see his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes were open but just barely. If it were just her, she wouldn't turn into a crying mess like she was now. Alone, she would have fought and maybe -- just maybe -- gotten out alive.

❝ Let -- let him go. Let him go! He didn't do anything to you. This is between your kind and my kind. Not him. ❞ Joanna let out a small whimper when she looked at him. The pain of knowing she was pretty much giving him a death sentence was worse than the physical pain of being beaten.

Despite the pleas to let him go, the hunter still grabbed a knife and went on with his plans. Joanna couldn't do anything, so she didn't scream or even cry. She just watched with horror painted on her features. His screams filled the room, echoing to make it worse. The chair he was sitting in was turned to face Jo. Before, she could only see the profile of his battered features -- but now she saw it all. Bruises created hills on his skin, turning shades of blue and purple, blood flowed like rivers and ripped skin was valleys in his skin. Their teary eyes met for a moment when Jo let out a shrill cry.

❝ I want you to watch me kill him. ❞ The hunter hissed as he pressed the knife against his throat, pulling his head back by his hair.

❝ Just kill me! Please -- ! ❞

#tw: torture /#tw: kidnapping /#[thAT GOT LONGRE THAN I WANTED IT TO IM SO SORRY]#blackouutdays #ask the little bird

☁ eMMY

2nd: My muse taking a fatal blow for your muse.

Joanna thought she would die either an old lady in a hospital or a hero. Depending on who you ask, maybe the last one applied to this. But if you asked her in the afterlife or wherever you go, she would say it was an accident. To Jo, a hero wasn't a hero if they died. That was an easy way out.

All of the thoughts of her 'dream' death went right out the window when the knife ran across her throat. Movies made out deaths like these quick, painless. They weren't. The complete asshole who slit her throat missed the carotid artery. What an idiot. That was her last proper thought, too. That's another thing movies made out to be fake. Her last words weren't about who she had just taken this shitty slit throat for and her last thoughts weren't about Emily either. But it was the last thing she saw and heard. If it weren't for the deafening ring in her ears, she would have heard a scream from her. Am I not out yet? She hadn't realized she fell to the ground when she saw hands cover her neck to stop the bleeding. When she went to speak, more blood pumped out like a broken pipe. Crimson stained her pale, freckled skin as it leaked everywhere. It took her a moment to realize she was standing over her body. Not an out of body experience either, it was being a ghost. A ghost. A fucking, see-through, angst-filled, angry, ghost. Joanna never wanted to be one but here she is. Benny stood next to her and so did Sae, both clearer than normal -- not that fuzzy mess they were before. ❝ That's gonna make a mess, Joanna. ❞ ❝ Am I dead? ❞ ❝ 'fraid so, kiddo. Told you you were gonna die some day. ❞ ❝ Yeah but I'm -- was kinda young, don'tcha think? ❞ ❝ Nah, you had a good run. ❞

#tw: death /#[thi s is shit im so sorry]#blackouutdays #ask the little bird