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“ s’ hanukkah in seven days. “ normally he sounds much more excited than this, but... y’know. after how many years of doing it on his own and not having the cash to do it right, it, uh ... it loses its flavor. “ ... at least its latke season.” 

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he hated that, you know. hated that sammie felt the urge to quiet himself every time anyone raised their voice. wiggles did his best to work around it (not that he was a shouter on a good day, but he tended to boom when he spoke), but he wished that sammie could find a way to cope better, for lack of a better term. for his own sake. sammie was braver than most people waldo knew; he didn’t deserve to be walked over. 

still, he ignores that pang of guilt in him for now, focusing more on his breathing and the gentle noises coming from his new living pillow. he was too good to waldo. 

“... i don’t know,” he answers, completely transparent for once. he doesn’t know how often he takes turns like this. waking up feeling dazed and rotten isn’t an oddity for him, though he can guestimate how often this specific brand of awful rears its ugly head. “ i-i-i get told i’m a loud sleeper, but... i mean, s’not like anyone’s keeping count.” waldo adjusts himself a little further towards his side, one hand hovering over his stomach, the other gingerly resting over sammie’s on his shoulder. 

“ i just know it’s not nightmares. i ain’t dreaming of anything, i- ... i don’t know what happens, honestly. “ 

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there’s a notable silence that settles across the room the moment fathers are mentioned. Wiggles’ relationship with his own was... hard to swallow. he’d been a great dad, you know? wonderful dad. loved his family and his son more than anything. but then he left, and they couldn’t pay the bills. couldn’t get a house, let alone radiation for his ma, so she died and he was all alone. cut to 25 years since the day he ran out, and wiggles finds out he’s been in prison the whole time. finds out his life was built on the mafia’s back. finds out dear old dad wants to reconnect. 

“ ... my pop was alright.” waldo muttered hollowly, and dropped the subject. 

it feels like everything yancy says is a stab to the back by now. maybe waldo was getting sensitive the more tired he got, or maybe yancy was just able to find all his buttons to press with relative ease. “ ... it gets bad, yancy.” he’d be surprised if he’s kept a whole meal down since he’s came to the prison. “why do you ‘tink medical keeps calling me down? but i don’t- i don’t trust them, i’d rather just....” 

it’s another abrupt end to the conversation as waldo sits himself up, the tired old bed groaning under the gesture. “i wanna stay clean, but i don’t know if i can.” 

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he’s not angry, he wanted to say. sammie han’t done anything wrong. hell, he’d done everything right so far, which was practically a miracle. waldo just felt... wrong. it was disturbing on a level waldo had never dealt with, going to bed fine and waking up sore and dizzy- he was used to feeling rough, had learned to live with feeling rough, but it was all just on another level. 

sammie was being a trooper. he was doing the best anyone expected from him. wiggles wished he could express that, but all the sound that came out of him was an exhausted moan. 

“s’helping,” waldo mumbles, reluctantly relaxing into sammie’s touch. it felt nice to have someone, as wary as he would be to admit it. he’s never... had anyone before. he might’ve remembered bitters being kind enough to sit by his side once or twice, when he was real small, but he’s... 

waldo smeared away the tears in his eyes, settling back on his haunches. every single thing about the world is uninviting and uncomfortable, but sammie makes it better. even the nausea had eased considerably; his head still pulsed, but pain was managable enough, wasn’t it? “.... it wasn’t okay of me,” he’s decided, head dropped into his hands. “i-i-i i know youse ain’t okay with hollering, i- .. “ 

when’s the last time he felt this? true guilt. “... you okay if i lean back t’you? i... i need t’get somewhere near horizontal.” 

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[ i’m just over here thinking about what a perfect case study wiggles would be for someone smh

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★ PRIME TIME.

“  i need you to trust me. “ / @musekilled​

          “ AND WHY, DEAR FELLOW, DO YOU THINK I’D TRUST YOU? “ a natural enough question, fuzz supposed. he hadn’t given him any indication thus far that he was the trustworthy sort, nor had he even told him much of his purpose. fuzz only knew this man before him as something not effbee, but not quite human- one of those things alone was enough to put his hair on end, but as a combination, it was dangerous indeed. 

hands tucked neatly into his pockets, fuzz leaned back into the wall. he kept his moments smooth, unbothered, when in reality he might as well be gearing up for war. with only a voice and a meager scent to guide him ( dead animal, dust, smokey mirrors ), he couldn’t afford to be less than overly cautious. 

“ now, my dear, i think you might do well to give your reasoning first- you’ve very little in the way of assets here, i’m sure you’re aware. “ 

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“ i just want to help. “ / @mcrkipliertv​

          “FUCK, SAMMIE, YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T.”  

he’s been careful until now. despite how .... god awful he felt, waldo was doing his very best to keep a lid on it. no screaming, no swearing, nothing to make sammie feel overloaded or stressed. wiggles thought he was doing good, that keeping calm was in both of their best interest, but he- 

.... he blew it. 

it was another mistake on top of the one he’d already made- inviting sammie to spend the night. he knew he had his thing at night, he knew he sometimes woke up feeling like someone went through his head with a hand-mixer, and he’d been told he screamed, but no one had ever seen it. no one better for a first time than the one person he didn’t want to explain anything to, he supposed.

silence echoed around the closet-sized bathroom, and waldo pressed his forehead a bit harder against the toilet rim. above them, the train rattled on- every clatter and rumble sent stars flying behind his eyes. he just wanted this migraine to stop, maybe then he could think clearer.... 

“ .... you can’t,” waldo choked out, soft, pitiful. if he could’ve died right now, he would’ve- even if he could’ve seen past his tears, he didn’t think he could look sam in the eye. “i’m- jeez, sammie, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell, that ain’t fair of me... “ 

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“i-i know what you mean.” really, waldo did. you think his interest in performing stopped at making balloon animals and pulling birds out of his coat? he’d done it all- singing, dancing, he’d dabbled in acting before, tried gymnastics, even threw a few minutes of his time towards learning how to mime. when it came to being in front of an audience, waldo hardly felt up to more than just being a ham. 

when your job is to embarrass yourself, it really doesn’t matter if people think you’re stupid or talentless, as long as they’re getting a laugh out of it. as much as he likes dabbling in music, he’d never feel safe in showing anyone. “ ... s’good to realize that the world is bigger’n whoever you’re talking about, y’know. hell, this cell is worth more’n whoever you’re talking ‘bout.” 

“ y’can’t be scared of someone you know. means you don’t know him at all, don’t it?” reluctantly, waldo is stretching out on his bunk. it’s hardly long enough for him (hence why he was given the top one- more room to dangle) but after a moment, he’s letting his legs hang down over the far edge.

 “ ... speaking of knowing,” he’s adding after a moment, rolling over so yancy can hear him better but the world can hear him worse, “ you know anyone who can get any hooch in here? they dried me up before booking me, but... i- i’m tired of these shakes...” he doesn’t care how it tastes, he just... he needs something in him.  

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          HE’S FLUSHED WITH ANGER AND SWEAT. rage blooms somewhere deep within him, something dark and archaeic under the false layers of calm. he isn’t angry with amour- it isn’t a rare occurance, being upset with her, but never like this- but himself. Look at him; weak, spineless, a product of sleepless nights and restless days- shouldn’t he be ashamed, asking her for any sort of pity? shouldn’t he be casting her out to wallow in his fierce, unending pride? 

he feels hot. if he weren’t anything but what he was, he might have been feverish. pride’s hands are fists, one on either arm of his chair, and he cannot bear to look at her with his foolish request. 

“ ... not this time. “ it’s a soundless joke, but the lack of anything in his voice suggests he isn’t serious at all. pride closes his eyes, lets his chin rest against his chest. he is weary down to the bone. “ ... just sit with me awhile. you hardly ever stay. “  

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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“ is it bad I only want it to be hanukkah so I justify adding latkes ingredients to th’shopping bill? ‘course I, uh, respect the cultural aspects of the season, but I, uh... I’d really like to have something other than discount pasta for a few nights. “

“  If I start saving up now, I might be able t’get applesauce t’have with them. ”

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character flaws meme;;

Flaws. We all have them. Even our muses. In fact, they often make for better, more engaging characters. Send a symbol to learn about one of my muse’s weaknesses!

🙊what would my muse say their biggest flaw is

⧱ what really is my muse’s biggest flaw

🤳name three physical imperfections my muse has (birthmarks, gray hairs, muscular definition, etc)

🙈what’s my muse’s biggest blind spot?

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

💚what does my muse get envious over?

🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare

✍️does my muse have a learning disability?

🎒what was my muse’s worst subject in school?

🙅‍♂️what does my muse feel insecure about?

👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?

🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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[ threads I always die for: someone helping wash wiggles makeup off or watching him take his makeup off, with either an “oh he’s hot” or “oh he looks p bad” moment after