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[vermillionbook]

                                  i was all up in 𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 ,                                 while you 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 in hell ,  no peace forever .

INDEPENDENT MULT - MUSE WITH MOSTLY HORROR CHARACTERS FROM STEPHEN KING’S IT ,   TERRIFIER ,  SILENT HILL ,   A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET ,   HOUSE OF THE DRAGON  &  MORE ALL SOULS TRAPPED BY PINHEAD .

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i want to remake or start fresh and come back but is anyone still here ?

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[infernalmemes]

❧    𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS, WORDING, ETC. TO SUIT YOUR NEEDS

❛ I heard you struck my son. ❜

❛ people keep asking if I’m back and I haven’t really had an answer. ❜

❛ so you can either hand over your son or you can die screaming alongside him! ❜

❛ it’s who you did it to. ❜

❛ who? that fucking nobody? ❜

❛ father, I can make this right. ❜

❛ you’ve lost weight. ❜

❛ are you here on business, sir? ❜

❛ I’ll leave you be then. ❜

❛ do I look civilized to you? ❜

❛ they know you’re coming. ❜

❛ your membership to the continental has been, by thine own hand, revoked. ❜

❛ everything’s got a price. ❜

❛ it’s okay. let’s go home. ❜

❛ now, as I recall, weren’t you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them? ❜

❛ I’m retired. ❜

❛ you look terrible. ❜

❛ people don’t change. You know that. ❜

❛ you look good. ❜

❛ beautiful car. ❜

❛ she’s not for sale. ❜

❛ not this bitch. ❜

❛ be seeing you. ❜

❛ how long has it been? ❜

❛ so tell me, how was life on the other side? ❜

❛ I’d like to talk with him. ❜

❛ no, I’ve got that covered. ❜

❛ they sure as fuck broke the mold with you. ❜

❛ I thought I’d let myself in. ❜

❛ that’s unwise, I assure you. ❜

❛ you were always a pussy. ❜

❛ you stole my car, and you killed my dog! ❜

❛ housekeeping will find you. ❜

❛ treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ you are no lady. trust me. ❜

❛ I was dealing with an uninvited guest. ❜

❛ are you scared of the fuckin’ boogeyman? I’m not. ❜

❛ fuck management. ❜

❛ fuck you! ❜

❛ I’m not telling you shit! ❜

❛ how may I be of service? ❜

❛ that sounds perfect. ❜

❛ how’re you holding up? ❜

❛ are you sure? ❜

[musesgonnamuse]

that’s the DIFFERENCE between YOU & ME

          you WEAR a weapon

                                       i AM a weapon

[rubiesintherough]

“i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.”

— marina v., is hope still hope if it burns your throat? (via findingwordsforthoughts)

[leememes]

send   me   ‘  drabble  ’   +   a   word   for   me   to   write   a   short   drabble   about   my   muse   with   that   word   in   mind  !   it   could   be   the   name   of   a   character   from   their   canon ,   a   certain   event   they’ve   been   through ,   or   an   emotion   or   feeling   to   name   a   few   examples  !

[lilopelekai]

korra in every episode: 2x13 darkness falls

“We are now one! Now a new era for spirits and humans will begin! And I will lead them all as the new Avatar!”

“Well I’m the old Avatar, and my era’s not over yet!”

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hey  everyone !    i  have  been  revamping  my  blog    &    adding / removing  muses  or  refreshing  their  verses .    with  all  these  updates  i  also  made  an  interest  tracker ,    so  feel  free  to  check  it  out  with  the  link  below  or  on  my  blog  where  it  has  a  more  permanent  spot ! 

                      INTEREST  TRACKER

[shootyrefutey]

I don’t play Wraith but I still love her

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*    WRENCH    /    wreneh​ .

“ that’s because mirage knows what he’s talking about ! maybe i’d listen to you if you were more fun ! you know, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy ! “

                              ❛   no  he  doesn’t .   ❜    that  aloof  fool  is  more  likely  to  be  murdered  by  a  bullet  that  ricocheted  a  million  times  than  earn  a  victory .    she’s  seen  it .      ❛   we’re  doomed .   ❜  

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*    SPIKE    /    sunnydaleslays​ .

@timerotted​  LIKED  for a starter

         [ ☠ ] —— When he heard that she’d been pulled from the grave, Spike had felt a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, he was happy – so incredibly happy – to have her back; living and breathing. The other side though, he knew that whatever her friends had done, it wasn’t a good thing. It was Buffy, sure… but she was different. Magic that big never comes without consequences. 

                    When she disappeared one day, Spike knew that it had been too much. The world, how harsh it was compared to where she’d been. She was pulled out of heaven, and her friends had no idea. They still didn’t, he’d kept her secret. They thought they did her a favor, when really… 

          Spike had wasted no time. Her friends were puttering around, wondering what to do, tried doing a locator spell. The spell did nothing though, leaving them with no ideas on where to find their friend. Spike had a feeling it was because she was different now. She wasn’t the same Buffy that they were looking for. He was going to have to find her the old fashioned way. Dawn had agreed with him, knowing that if anyone was able to find her, it would be him. 

                    It took him almost four months. Four bloody months of searching, asking people questions, keeping track of her movements; but he found her. He took a deep breath through his nose, knowing that was her scent. It was altered… it had been since she’d been pulled from heaven, but it was still her. His Buffy. 

          He reached up and knocked on the door, wondering what kind of reaction he would get when she saw him. He expected an all-too-familiar punch to the nose. 

                              𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 ,    scents  of  decaying  bogs  intermixed .     new  orleans  is  not  her  home  of  choice ,    but  the  presence  of  supernatural  energy  kept  the  beast  within  sated    &    far  out  of  scoobie  reach .    death  made  reinvention  interesting ,   for  to  the  bureaucrats ,    buffy  anne  summers  was  a  rotting  corpse .    she  could  be  anything  or  anyone ,    but  the  call  for  action  was  permanent .   

                                       daylight  hours  were  spent  in  retail ,    stocking  shelves  of  a  mom    &    pop  magic  shop .    it  was  a  mediocre  generosity  for  saving  the  household  patriarch  from  an  untimely  beheading ,    a  fresh  start  traded  for  life .    perhaps  it  wasn’t  the  moral  code  she  preferred ,    but  survival  comes  with  some  changes . 

                                           when  the  sun  set ,    buffy  learned  the  city  far  more  intimately .    vampires  had  a  deep  set  nostalgia  for  the  french  quarter    &    it’s  intoxicated  guests .    they  were  easy  prey ,    but  that  reality  was  about  to  upturned .    by  the  end  of  the  month ,    she’d  collected  a  long  winded  list  of  enemies  across  the  state .    anonymity  could  only  last  so  long    &    soon  enough ,    evil  was  hissing  that  dreaded  phrase .    slayer . 

                                               prayers  for  peace  went  unanswered ,    solitude  broken  by  the  rap ,    rap ,    rapping  at  the  motel  door .    a  singular  eye  was  pried  open ,    limbs  still  fixed  in  the  meditative  cross .    energy  burned  in  her  chest ,    the  ash  that  lined  her  throat  riddled  with  familiarity .    

                                               she  moved  in  a  singular  fluid  blur ,    door  pried  open  against  the  will  of  sticky  paint .   a  thin  brass  chain  stopped  any  further  invitation ,    thankfully .    decay  coated  her  tongue ,     memories  of  worms  writhing  in  her  throat  threatening  to  gag .    he  embodied  a  life  she  desperately  abandoned ,    a  ghost  that  refused  to  be  laid  to  rest .    lips  parted ,    eyes  wide    &    glistening  in  the  dull  light .    words  fell  out  suddenly ,    the  door  closing  with  passing  milliseconds .  ❛   go  home  spike .   ❜

[mudwoven-deactivated20210119]

“I’m in love with my anger / my war-won body / tense and vicious.”

— Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[oldschoolteenflicks]

[weltenwellen]

Tomas Transtromer, from"Streets in Shanghai“ Bright Scythe

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*    MAMA    /    strnza​ . 

           “hey, hey hey –”         she’s hesitant to see the child reach out towards her damaged wrist at all; not out of fear of any further harm done to herself (eliza would throw herself in any line of fire for him in a second), but rather for how he would put his own well-being at risk to heal her. eliza’s seen the effects of it before, and she does not want to be the reason he’s so physically exhausted – especially not over her own, sheer stupidity.

           nonetheless… the prominent gestures of his ears never fail to make her breaths feel soft and modest; it warms her heart even with the pain that throbs in her wrist. and when he summons an energy that inexplicably feels hot and soothing, she feels the pain subside. but with every trembling move that his little body makes, concern coaxes into her features; eliza extends her hand to his, fingers gently touching his palm to soothe him.         “—- kiddo – don’t push y’self any harder. ‘m fine. thank you.”

                                      𝐚  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐢𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 ,    shudders  far  more  spread out .    concentration  was  broken  upon  touch ,    but  he  could  sense  the  formation  of  a  bruise .    clawed  hand  curled  around  her  fingers ,    weight  momentarily  shifted  onto  her  as  exhaustion  bloomed .    it  lasted  for  only  a  second ,    the  child  only  winded  as  if  he’d  sprinted  a  short  distance . 

                                        blankets  of  relief  fell  over  top  of  them  both ,    an  aura  of  warmth  that  beat  out  any  form  of  sunlight .    he  waddled  close    &    perched  upon  her  lap  with  a  muffled  sigh .    there  was  a  bit  of  wiggling  as  he  searched  for  comfort ,    finally  settling  to  rest  his  head  on  her  chest .    

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@mudwoven  asked :     'I'D DIE FOR YOU.' grey worm @ daenerys targaryen from  this  meme   /    not  accepting .

                                       𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,    but  pure  blind  faith  is  dangerous .    it  sets  the  seeds  for  negligence    &    in  this  war ,    mistakes  nearly  always  lead  to  death .    many  would  say  it  is  unwise  to  scold  a  subject  for  their  love ,    but  he  is  not  another  follower .    grey  worm  is  one  of  her  closest  friends .  daenerys  owes  him  everything ,    for  he  helped  her  forge  a  dynasty    &    though  emancipation  may  have  been  viewed  as  sufficient  payment ,    she  still  felt  indebted .     

                                   flames  crackle  in  the  fireplace ,    shadows  darting  about  the  hollows  of  her  features .    authority  does  not  swallow  her  softness ,    a  hand  placed  upon  his  shoulder .        ❛   as  would  i for  you ..    though  i  pray  you  are  not  planning  on  dying  soon .    ❜