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col. wilbur ' wiley ' cross ---------- a study in the violence of existence, the catharsis of rot, the remnants we leave behind & the echoes that inevitably follow. documented by julian. carrd.
thinking about brushing the dust off this blog. i miss this bastard even if the timing of making it was fucking terrible. anyway, consider this a plotting call.
thinking about brushing the dust off this blog. i miss this bastard even if the timing of making it was fucking terrible. anyway, consider this a plotting call.
&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the script of everything everywhere all at once (2022), directed by daniel kwan and daniel scheinert. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ stop changing the subject. ❜
❛ every day i fight, i fight for all of us. ❜
❛ what are you doing? what is wrong? ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜
❛ we can make our own way. please, come with me. ❜
❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜
❛ i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. ❜
❛ i’m here because we need your help.❜
❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜
❛ all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. ❜
❛ i’m here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❜
❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜
❛ maybe we don't have a choice. ❜
❛ now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. ❜
❛ i... want to lie here. ❜
❛ how often do people literally die laughing? ❜
❛ my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? ❜
❛ we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. ❜
❛ how did i die? ❜
❛ i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. ❜
❛ what!? who wants me dead? ❜
❛ you’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. ❜
❛ maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. ❜
❛ i never said that. ❜
❛ you didn’t have to. it’s the way you look at me. ❜
❛ can’t you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? ❜
❛ i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. ❜
❛ shhh, you're not thinking straight. ❜
❛ what is worse than death? ❜
❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜
❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜
❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜
❛ if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. ❜
❛ do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! ❜
❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜
❛ you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. ❜
❛ you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. ❜
❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜
❛ how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? ❜
❛ the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. ❜
❛ i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. ❜
❛ i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. ❜
❛ i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. ❜
❛ just think happy thoughts. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ i'm the one you've been looking for. ❜
❛ i’m the one who will defeat you. ❜
❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜
❛ you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜
❛ before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? ❜
❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜
❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜
❛ i'm sorry about ruining everything, i– ❜
❛ we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. ❜
❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜
❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜
❛ when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. ❜
❛ please! can we just stop fighting! ❜
❛ you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. ❜
❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜
❛ i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. ❜
❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜
❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜
❛ you aren’t unlovable. there is always something to love. ❜
❛ even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we’d all be very good with our feet! ❜
❛ in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. ❜
❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜
❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜
❛ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❜
❛ out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? ❜
❛ i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. ❜
❛ i will cherish these few specks of time. ❜
HIS INSISTENCE ONLY SERVES TO FURTHER HER OBSTINANCE. not least of all because he's right. she won't go so far as to liken herself to an addict , neither the romantic idea of one or the realistic , but every new piece of knowledge given lingers until she thinks of what other possibilities he can offer. it's a dangerous game they're playing , she knows this comes far too easily to lack a catch. yet even as irritation bristles rowena does not ask him to leave. though the hand gesture was entirely unnecessary &. feels incredibly demeaning so she will remain cross with him. can a dead man dig another grave for himself ?
she spares wiley the briefest of eye rolls before returning to the task at hand. ❝ i would point out you have a rather inflated sense of self — importance , but we both already know that to be the case. ❞ she steps to the other side of the table &. holds out a short but sizeable stack of papers , repressing the urge to use them to smack the apple out of his hands like a petty cat. ❝ you're here already so you might as well be a useful interruption. hold these , please. ❞
❛ is it inflated if it's right ? ❜ he raises an eyebrow, unflinching in his hubris. taking another bite of the apple he chews thoughtfully, marking her every step as if making a mental map to return to later as he tosses the remnants of the fruit over his shoulder. it's gone before it hits the floor.
he's at least polite enough not to leave an intentional mess for the time being as he wipes his hands on his jeans before accepting the papers. leafing through them as if skimming a particularly boring issue of the times. he hadn't cared much for paperwork when he was living, & the sentiment has not grown fonder since his rebirth. ❛ you can pretend all you want, but you would have already asked me to leave if you thought i was a nuisance. i can go back the way i came, but we both know you want me around... i am nothing if not more interesting than ' fine '. ❜
❛ &. when i think i'm fine you'll visit. ❜
he drops his jaw open as he chews a piece of fluorescent green apple, an uninvited guest in @ghosttsar's home but perhaps not an unwelcome one. out of time & place, he leans against the door frame as he watches her move through the room. she would like to believe that, wouldn't she? hide in these games of pretend as if anxiety does not hand around her throat like an anchor, her hubris lost in the surprise. at least for the moment as he lingers, lifting his free hand to gesture with a single finger as if indicating she pause long after she's stopped speaking.
❛ fine--------- ? is that what you tell yourself ? well, far be it from me to tell you how to feel but i think you're better than fine after our little visits. of course, i can leave if you'd like. wouldn't want to interrupt whatever fineness you've managed to convince yourself you have. ❜
the amazing devil lyric sentence starters ↪ taken from their entire discography to date. trigger warnings for religion, depression, alcohol, war, sex, & more. some ( but very few ) lyrics have been tweaked to work better as full sentences. alter as you see fit ♡ this is a long post.
“i can’t do this.”
“never say how much you missed her, or that you kissed her sister.”
“fuck all your plans i’m bored.”
“i promise you i’ll be better.”
“i made a vow out to the gods.”
“wе didn’t talk. we made universеs out of bitten lips and broken hands.”
“she laughs as though she’s not heard the joke ten thousand times before.”
“we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“you used to buy me scotch, but now too much is never enough.”
“these aren’t tears, it’s just the rain that wasn’t brave enough to fall.”
“don’t you realise? they’re just battle cries, dear.”
“stop asking why i’m sad; just know it’s enough to know i’m sad.”
“stop listening to the smiths.”
“if you asked me, i would lose it all, like petals in a storm.”
“it’s getting late.”
“you’re lying on some coats.”
“whatever you do, don’t turn.”
“run until your lungs are numb.”
“run to show that love’s worth running to.”
“it cannot be a lie if no-one hears.”
“how unreasonably in love i am with everything you do.”
“they might laugh because you’re leaving, but know we’ll sing your name when you come home.”
“for christ’s sake just say something.”
“our love is shown in the letting go.”
“this isn’t a break up, dear heart, it’s a season finale.”
“and i’ll withstand what’s written for the writer in you.”
“they’re discussing champagne.”
“i pack what is needed for thе journey to come: all my books, all my bracken and booze.”
“who’ll save you when you fall?”
“sing me awake with a song about pirates.”
“i’m not lonely if i’m with you.”
“welcome to ruin.”
“i do my best to breathe, but they’re stealing all the air.”
“i’m dolled up, love.”
“remember today you’re enough.”
“know we’ll always love you, even though you’re leaving us behind.”
“so breathe, breathe, just breathe.”
“it’s nought that rum won’t solve.”
“every time we watch netflix we spend two hours deciding what to watch on netflix.”
“i’m between that ‘just one more’ and ‘drank too much again’.”
“this here is not singing, i’m just screaming in tune.”
“i don’t know what to do, how to help her, how to bring her home.”
“i can’t wait to show you how much i know you can be.”
“let’s wander, ‘til the fuckers demand an encore.”
“some fictions we took to mean fate.”
“the party swirls around me in a dress i can’t afford.”
“if by palace you mean that asbestos, and beans from a tin, and the gin that we brewed in the bathtub.”
“it’s not fair how much i love you.”
“it’s what my heart just yearns to say in ways that can’t be said.”
“a storm is coming on.”
“come on, love, please don’t start.”
“never really liked the pattern that much on the wallpaper so anyway.”
“you brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind.”
“i’ve got something in my eye.”
“they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art.”
“i’ve seen enough.”
“you’ll love the way i tell it.”
“for some reason you’ve painted the kitchen lime green.”
“you’re the words that i promise i don’t mean.”
“i surrender what was, what could have been.”
“got a headache that just won't shift.”
“it’s what my rotting bones will sing when the rest of me is dead.”
“i know the kindest thing is to leave you alone.”
“i wish that i could take his hand, but where i’m going is for me and me alone.”
“i chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked.”
“and when i think i’m fine, you’ll visit.”
“tell the truth to me, love, does my hair look as nice as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?”
“i will bring you ruin in everything i do.”
“i might not make it tonight.”
“you angel heart. you monster, oh, some godforsaken prospero.”
“if you knew all that i’d done …”
“remember me i ask.”
“they’re running out of things to hold.”
“back then you had hair and your smile was so sublime.”
“if you knew all that i’d done … the hearts i’ve broken.”
“write me well my love, write me weird, write me willing, write me well.”
“don’t say anything.”
“you don’t see daylight anymore.”
“don’t you know that it’s not all about you anyway?”
“i promise you i’ll try.”
“pray for me ‘cause i won’t pray for you.”
“let’s hide under the covers.”
“she sang, ‘do you think i’m sexy?’ and oh god i really did.”
“and for some godforsaken reason i’m still here, love, like i’ve always been before.”
“we’ll build a den out of pillows and get drunk again.”
“all that matters is that you’re here.”
“just because i left doesn’t mean that i’m not still there.”
“i’ve waited oh so long for you to come.”
“it seems to me that you can’t sleep.”
“oh, if one more guy calls me darling then i swear to you and to god i will murder them all.”
“wе’re both unwanted daughters.”
“do you like my dress? it’s got pockets.”
“there’s only faces of the unfamous dead; full of people just pretending to be brave.”
“i’ve run out of my words, my song, just let me die.”
“so one last time, love, come and rip my clothes off.”
“when you think about him, my wings start to flap.”
“don’t you think i look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?”
“run for all the things you wished you’d done.”
“why are you wearing all that make up?”
“and now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay, that’s okay, 'cause then i get to meet you for the first time every single day.”
“i’m learning to be so much more than my tiredness.”
“gonna go home and show my cat some memes.”
“can’t you see that i’m enough for you but you don’t want me to be, 'cause that means you’ll actually have to be content?”
“i don’t find this easy like you.”
“i loved him then, i love him still.”
“you can’t rehearse the chorus, but the verse is sweet.”
“i steal the hours and turn the night into day.”
“i don’t know how to reach you when you get like this.”
“i’m the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned.”
“you’re not a coward 'cause you cower; you’re brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe.”
“i’m at the brink, don’t laugh.”
“i’d bruise you.”
“i’ll run until i begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sin.”
“i said ‘pour’ and forgot to say ‘when’.”
“champagne’s the main course.”
“we’ll dance together so close we’re sharing breath.”
“i wish i’d known these stones were something i could save.”
“i love you less.”
“get a grip, we’re grownups.”
“let’s take this outside 'cause we’re one and the same.”
“a broken pot can still hold water.”
“i spend my days so close to you 'cause if i’m standing here, maybe everyone will think i’m alright.”
“think of all the horrors that i promised you i’d bring.”
“can you pass me the lighter mate?”
“i’m fine, it’s just a ‘sitting down in the shower’ day.”
“now take a good long look at what you’ve done to me.”
“with you, i could summon the gods and the stars.”
“gonna go home and dress my cat up like batman.”
“on that tree i’ll carve your name ‘cause in years to come we both know we won’t be the same.”
“we can both barely stand.”
“i can smell the smoke of hell.”
“if there was one place i could be right now, i’d be standing there between you and him.”
“ ‘cause darling, i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades.”
“i raged so much.”
“you are that space that’s in between every page, every chord and every screen.”
“i’m all yours.”
“i try so hard to make you laugh at me.”
“but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it’s my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse.”
“i’m so sorry, i’ve done it again.”
“it’s up to you now.”
“i get to watch you grow up now and make me proud, make all of those mistakes that make me laugh.”
“where’s the vodka?”
“something’s sucking out your core.”
“what you see is not the dark, it’s just the gods upturning inkpots.”
“who died and made you king of it all?”
“it seems to me that you you can’t dance for shit.”
“there’s no fucking way you’re from [place].”
“we didn’t talk.”
“and the candle we lit, well we’ll use it to burn this whole place to the ground.”
“he said, hey, darling, hey, hey, darling, hey.”
“i know they think i’m nightmare.”
“take my hand, let us waltz for the dead.”
“for you, i would have gone so much blonder.”
“it’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when i’m actually really fucking cross at you for something.”
“go tell them how we failed you.”
“symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed with sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong and him.”
“we don’t know what’s out there.”
“i look into the waters and see a face i don’t recognise.”
“let’s try and fit into the same pair of stretchy old track pants and just roll around inside each other for three whole days.”
“we showed the world that we exist.”
“your smile tells me i’m safe.”
“it’s like all the wallpaper inside my heart is slowly slowly peeling off and i’m showing all the stains and things they wrote on the wall before.”
“might you allow me to slip into something more comfortable then?”
“you stole the best years of my life.”
“all hell and its fire waits for us.”
“we’ll make our christmas decorations out of toilet roll tubes and tinfoil.”
“how bold i was, could be - will be - still am, by god still am.”
“it’s what i meant.”
“welcome to my table, bring your hunger.”
“you’re the one who told me my hair looked better black.”
“i’ll sing silence, and ask my glass of wine for guidance.”
“what changed?”
“'then maybe you’d still be snuggled here in my bed watching netflix. and now i can’t 'cause you changed the password when you left.”
“i wish that i’d been brave.”
“we callеd them all liars.”
“but you lack the conviction to look at me straight and say yes.”
“there’s something changed.”
“give me two damn minutes and i’ll be fine.”
“you watch the stars hurl all their fundaments in wonderment.”
“get drunk for me, sing louder than you’ve sung for me.”
“what’s that hold that the big dark king of nothing has got on you?”
“but i’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a fucking clue.”
“i cannot sleep when all you do is cry.”
“i toast to their talents.”
“how wrong you were.”
“i tried, i really fucking tried.”
“'cause although you say good day to me, i know i don’t belong.”
“sweet nothings are screamed not spoken.”
“back then i was dauntless.”
“all the bastards applaud when i show that i’m flawed.”
“now my ink’s blood-red, not black.”
“it’s just sometimes nice to feel what it’s like to be in someone else’s coat.”
“you were raised by wolves and voices.”
“i mop up what is left of my lungs.”
“i could try to calm you down but i know you won’t.”
“it’s my dad’s.”
“you were supposed to be my light and keep me safe against them all. how could you leave me here?”
“everyone knows how sex is better when you’re unemployed.”
“and i laugh, and i laugh ‘cause laughing right now, it’s all, it’s all that i have.”
“farewell wanderlust, you’ve been oh so kind.”
“you’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed.”
“it’s never my intention but it happens all the same.”
“your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep, but a place for crows to rest their feet.”
“i’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind. i’m doing fine.”
“you’ll never get your dinner if you don’t learn how to get along.”
“oh we, we’re gonna get on.”
“i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right.”
“i would have stayed if you’d had asked.”
“fret not dear heart.”
“i’m here and i’m alive.”
“this is us, this is me, and this how we’re meant to be.”
“i cannot find the words to keep you.”
“come rest for the winter, wear my jumper all night long.”
“you look like i need a drink.”
“are you god or devil?”
“i’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.”
“i’ll play our song to see if the piano’s in tune.”
“come rip up the flesh of my fears.”
“do you think she even knows i bought my shoes from oxfam?”
“could be ghosts or monsters or a robot vampire, i dunno.”
“what the hell went wrong, 'cause we had this planned.”
“without you, i’m stronger, i’m no longer filled with wonder.”
“the best laid plans had it all planned.”
“oh darling lord, how you make me laugh.”
“look at me as you say this, don’t look at your phone.”
“i know i won’t be long ‘cause i know i don’t belong.”
“can’t you see that i’m enough for you but you don’t want me to be?”
“do y’know what they cost?”
“if god make us all in his image, then god’s a fucking nerd.”
“if i’m good, will you come back?”
“is that what you think of me now?”
“i should go home.”
“i’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if i’m standing here maybe everyone will think i’m cool.”
“i know she’s giving up.”
“he’s falling out of touch.”
“you don’t have to be brilliant.”
“i promise you there’s more.”
“i need a drink or two.”
“you dad will forget the words.”
“and i love you, don’t you know.”
“do i have to be who i am?”
“i’ll give them back.”
“i’ll yell it from the rooftops for you.”
“it’s just your voice learning for once to stand up tall.”
“every night i hear them howling.”
“for a time there is timelessness.”
“you’re all mine.”
“you gave us such a fright.”
“i won’t let you turn our last night into this.”
“i’ve been waiting for you to come home.”
“let not them hear the mutterings of all your fears.”
“i know exactly what i want, and it’s this life that we’ve created.”
“this here is not makeup, it’s a porcelain tomb.”
“my heart is tearing pages from that funny story i rehearsed.”
“i’m not lonеly, i just like being on my own.”
“are you cain, 'cause i’m not abel.”
“yeah, well i’m sorry too.”
“take me back to that dance hall where you got thrown out 'cause they thought you were drunk.”
“you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear.”
“for the first time in all my life, i know i’m more than what i fear.”
“i’ll take my fucking time.”
“can’t we just talk about this?”
“certainly fucking feels like it.”
“i’m not telling but you can fuck off if no one will come back for you.”
“you’re better than this.”
“you’re going too fast.”
“he’s got so much fucking hair.”
“sometimes i fall to pieces, just to see what bits of me don’t fit.”
“of all the flowers you picked, i knew you would forget forget-me-nots.”
“don’t you ever wonder what could have been?”
“my dress is on fire.”
“we don’t have time to fuck around.”
“i will be the man my father never was.”
“the oldies at the back try their best to hack their way out with the gardener’s pruning shears.”
“did you tell them about the time we met?”
“your face lights up like you’ve woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you.”
“if we join our hands in prayer enough to god, i imagine it all starts to sound like applause.”
“and fucking bastard what is it.”
“but now i’m leading doesn’t that just scare you to death?”
“although you hold my hand and say ‘i love you,’ you are wrong.”
“they’ll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child.”
“let’s dance together.”
“i hope to god i’m not the first.”
“we’re drunk but drinking.”
“a new us has begun.”
“i will try to harmonise.”
“witness me, old man, i am the wild.”
“please don’t do this, my heart is breaking.”
“my head’s not yours it’s mine.”
“stop making up death wishes.”
“you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright.”
“want some pancakes?”
“i can’t do this, you don’t understand.”
“they’ll speak of me in whispered tones and say my name like it shakes their bones.”
“i’m stronger now than you have ever known.”
“you couldn’t lie then and you sure as hell can’t lie to me now.”
“so long to the person you begged me to be.”
“nothing quite prepares you for when they don’t come back.”
“i forgot to pack them lunches.”
“he’s awesome, like me.”
“flirting at the back of a bookshop.”
“i forgive them at last.”
“if you ever touch or harm him, please rest assured that you might not fear a man, but to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea.”
“why won’t you just tell them all to fuck off, love, and be mine?”
“welcome to the storm, i am thunder.”
“i’d burn so bright it blinded.”
“it’s not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard.”
“i’d catch you every time you fell.”
“give me back my heart, you wingless thing.”
“can’t you hear that scratching? there’s something at the door.”
“you say the words so often that i barely know the meaning.”
“you are in the earth of me.”
“do you like my accent?”
“why won’t you believe i love you if i’m not hurting you?”
“oh, the hearts i’ve broken …”
“what you hear is not silence, it’s just the trees waiting to hear what next you’ll hum.”
“that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause.”
“don’t turn around dear.”
“with every strength i have, i ask if you play d&d.”
“hold my hand.”
“my friends are telling me i’m pissed.”
“you try so hard.”
“run for all you know that’s coming.”
“you brought me to this party but you left me here behind.”
“i love you.”
“i wish i’d done things different.”
“it doesn’t know how to get out.”
“i don’t know, but i’m here, i’m all yours, dear heart, don’t cry.”
“i look at the phone on the floor and i drink that nice wine you were saving.”
“watch me choke at your bad joke.”
“they said it all comes down to you.”
“i won’t leave without a fight.”
“when you were young, you’d kick things just to see if they would fall.”
“i know the kindest thing is to never leave you alone.”
“’cause i’m not trapped, with you, you see - you’re the one who’s trapped with me.”
“christ, you’ll be the death of me.”
“you’re the one who told me to never look back.”
“my jokes are my armour, and my kindness is my sword.”
“i make jokes to show how broken i really am.”
“you were in a band.”
“remember today you are loved.”
“hold me, lover, like you used to.”
“and i will wait and hope and rest my head at night content knowing where my marbles went.”
“me wearing your clothes just to surprise you when you come home all tired of those wankers that you serve all night.”
“it’s saving me now, love.”
“how the fuck am i supposed to carry on without you here?”
“the wine stains hide the tears.”
“you rip my ribcage open and devour what’s truly yours.”
“what’s the point anymore?”
“don’t lie with your eyes, you know i despise that look.”
“oh my god it’s so unfair.”
“be good to me.”
“and that drink, will it fix all those questions unasked?”
“i am the wild.”
“i know you’re strong enough to do this on your own.”
“i know that i’ve been through the wars.”
“you’re the thigh-high hemline i just can’t stop staring at.”
“he doesn’t understand.”
“today i somehow understand the reason i was born.”
“fuck you.”
“but where you see weakness i see wit.”
“the minute i met you, the colours of my life began to pour.”
“try please try for me.”
“i pick up the phone, dial your number and wait.”
“i’ve loved you, for a hundred years.”
“why so sad?”
“if my old mum could see me now, oh how she’d howl.”
“i put up fairy lights just to distract you.”
“i’ve even learned to cook.”
“you’ve no clue how to sew.”
“we’d hate to see your mascara drip into your pint.”
“i’m filming shit on that camera you nicked.”
“you don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not.”
“our gods have abandoned us.”
“i’m the tales that the guests will applaud and believe.”
“a song you know's begun.”
“oh those folks will run and tell the tales of what i’ve become.”
“where have you been?”
“i’m the captain of courage you’ve eternally lacked.”
“i watched that woman drown.”
“where i’m going is for me and me alone.”
“i’ll run until i begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin.”
“it’s so boring.”
“you dragged us both into the darkness that grows.”
“tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your hand on the wall as you go.”
“it’s not fair 'cause you make me weep when i’m just trying to watch the office with my yoghurt.”
“be good, be safe, be kind.”
“what’s left is the mess that you left when you told me i wasn’t right in the head.”
“go tell them how we fucked you up.”
“i don’t want them to go.”
“just relax and come to bed with me.”
“you try so loud to love me; i cannot seem to hear.”
“i’ll darn you back together.”
“tomorrow’s jokes have yet to be laughed at or said.”
“i promise you i’m not broken.”
“i promise to be patient.”
“i’ve been here so many times before.”
“you’re so beautiful to me.”
“i’m untangling my headphones ‘cause sometimes they’re the only thing that keeps my head in place.
“i’m going to binge watch a box set, drink wine, reminisce.”
“pour me wine by my bed.”
“i’ll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colours.”
“you promise to be kind.”
“oh, darling, please be mine.”
“i drag myself like a rug in the rain.”
“i’m your angel ellipsis, your devil of dots.”
“i promise you i’ll write.”
“i’m the saint of the paint that was left in the pot.”
“it’s so boring to see you tired all the time.”
“i’m scared of the dark.”
“these hands are growing cold.”
“i know your fingernails are the colour of rust.”
“if i don’t make it back from where i’ve gone, just know i loved you all along.”
“you’re the one who asked me if i’m feeling ok.”
“honey i’m no man, i’m what’s left when children go to war.”
“back then i wasn’t hopeful.”
“just watch me burn.”
“i’ll make a hundred paper planes to decorate our tiny room.”
“why won’t you let me follow in your footsteps as you trek into that underground world?”
he took the blade from the table--- of course he did. he doesn't always but it felt correct this time, & while retribution isn't the word he'd use for it... well it's not completely awry. they seem to have fallen inevitably into this trap, slaughtering each other in every way imaginable, waiting hand in hand for the world to end, crashing through doors bloodied & brutalized & bringing the world down with them. a hollow sort of nihlism in that there is a lack of care for these worlds that he's come to view as disposable, but he might give more thought if he truly thought it was the last.
❛ i'm tired of dying. ❜
he can't help the lopsided grin, as though this is a game. it's hard to hold grudges but when there is nothing that remains--- nothing but @hatchetfieldgazette, at least ( & the knife. & the loop ) he finds it an increasingly monumental task not to try. he didn't need a voice in his head telling him that she would end the world, he was filled with the righteous indignation of having been murdered for what felt like the first & the fiftieth & the thousandth time. a cacophony of experience. even now, every time he awakens on either side of the equation he checks for the scars. for the proof that will tether him to a timeline that's real.
❛ are you now ? seemed to me the last time we spoke that death was at the forefront of your mind--- or maybe that was just when it came to my death. if i remember correctly--- ❜ & he does, he's sure he does even as he omits the events that lead to it all, the mutual culpability. he clings to the deaths like a lifeboat after a ship wreck. ❛ you strung my guts up for garters. i don't see why i shouldn't return the favor. ❜
&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. here’s some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )
❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜
❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜
❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜
❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜
❛ the less you know, the better. ❜
❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜
❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜
❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜
❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜
❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜
❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜
❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜
❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜
❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜
❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜
❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜
❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜
❛ is this what you think love is? ❜
❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜
❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜
❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜
❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜
❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜
❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜
❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜
❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜
❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜
❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜
❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜
❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜
❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜
❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜
❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜
❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜
❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜
❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜
❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜
❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜
❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜
❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜
❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜
❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜
❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜
❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜
❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜
&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜
❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜
❛ i want to see your true face. ❜
❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜
❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜
❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜
❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜
❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜
❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜
❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜
❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜
❛ there you are, my darling! ❜
❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜
❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜
❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜
❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜
❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜
❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜
❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜
❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜
❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜
❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜
❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜
❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜
❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜
❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜
❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜
❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜
❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜
❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜
❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜
❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜
❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜
❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜
❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜
❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜
❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜
❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜
❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜
❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜
❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜
❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜
❛ no one is coming for you. ❜
❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜
❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜
❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜
❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜
❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜
❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜
❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜
❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜
❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜
11/22/63, a novel by stephen king, sentence starters.
life turns on a dime. sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?
a person who doesn’t learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.
when all else fails, give up and go to the library.
sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor. i’m no different.
the multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
the devil’s voice is sweet.
sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story’s just a story.
humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
in 1958, there’s always smoke.
we never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.
i’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
i’m crazy. crazy and having a terribly involved hallucination in a mental hospital somewhere. perhaps some doctor will write me up for a psychiatric journal.
hearts don’t really break. if only they could.
yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?
why the fuck would you do that?
stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. the other is missed chances.
when you hide the truth from someone, you deny them their dignity.
we have been given pain to be astounded by joy.
we have been given life to deny death.
we did not ask for this room or this music. but because we are here, let us dance.
if there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples.
i’ll love your face no matter what it looks like. because it’s yours.
i know life is hard, i think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? why does it have to bite?
i was no longer walking around the house of cards; i was living in it.
like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn’t it?
explanations are such cheap poetry.
on the subject of love at first sight, i’m with the Beatles: i believe that it happens all the time.
when you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.
things do happen for a reason, but do we like the reason? rarely.
for most of us, i think it’s easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.
sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
life’s simplest answers are often the easiest to overlook.
do i know what people say? sure.
i know your mother lives in your head – almost everyone’s mother does, i guess – but you can’t let her have her way on this one.
don’t look back, never look back.
life is too sweet to give up without a fight, don’t you think?
fear is the absence of understanding---
wilbur ' wiley ' cross as documented by julian.
---horror is the act of understanding perfectly well.
tags ft. @ghosttsar
i. obscurity ; i was never good at this body. ii. legend ; what did you ever do to deserve this ? in all likelihood something terrible. iii. horror story ; nobody knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time & honestly they're probably better off that way. iv. hate is a verb ; there are forces outside your control & most of them don't care for you.
&. rowena ( ghosttsar ) ; it ripped the deer's throat out & licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. i thought of you & i.