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lullabiics:

NOT WHAT HE EXPECTS. ❛ woah, woah, okay – hey – ❜ he doesn’t know what’s happened, and he couldn’t begin to imagine the catastrophe, but he’d like to find out. if not to help mason, then to suffice his own curiosity ; he’s always been nosy. he lifts the other, slides his brother’s arm over his shoulders, begins to walk him back inside. ❛ dude, what are you on? you been drinkin’ or somethin’? ❜ dumb question. ❛ are you all right? ❜ also a dumb question. he lies him down on the couch, crouching down next to him. ❛ mase, ❜

“ i’m fucked up. “ obviously. he sees spots as he lies down, having to blink a few times to get them to go away. there’s no way he can tell brian just yet, nor does he want to. the more he addressed the problem, the more real it became. it was easier to forget, to let them move on without him to hold them back. he figured letting brian know was inevitable, plus he had a message to deliver. “ where’s charlie ? is she here ? your, uh – you know charlie. your kid. “

#lullabiics

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THEY CALL HER NAME LIKE A MANTRA. they speak to her as though she’s their god, and they’re all so greedy. man, fuck them – she wishes her job, her ‘talent’ came with the ability to silence them all. there has to be at least a group of twenty, and they’re wandering around so lost ; weaving around each other, buzzing around trees and bushes like bees. they see her one by one. first, one asks her can you see me?, then the next chimes in, and they just keep adding to their questions. can you see me? can you see me? can you see us? – help me, help me, help me! ❛ ENOUGH – ❜

it’s easy to see she’s becoming overwhelmed ; she looks like she hasn’t slept for days, hair frizzy, bags around her eyes, skin discolored above and below. she barely hears what he says, barely captures him admitting he isn’t who she thinks he is, but who said she thought he was mason? not after this, not after what’s before her. this job is overwhelming enough ; he’s such a dark spirit, and it makes her want to throw in her hat all together – this isn’t a gift. ❛ – what are you? ❜

“ as dense as you may look, i’d assume you know better than to ask questions like that. “ it takes him only a moment to realize what her issue is. the spirits rarely ever showed themselves to him, too afraid, too proud. he had grown to feed off of their presence; the knowledge that he brought them to this constant state of unrest filled his cold heart with an unspeakable pleasure. they’ve come out from the shadows now, hoping that this woman will bring them peace. and it seems they aren’t the only ones.

“ you’d do well to keep your voice down, “ there are two children behind the woman, their curiosity seeming to outweigh their fear seeing as he’s made eye contact with the littlest one before the eldest tugs him further behind her legs. as the realization dawns on him exactly whose these children are, he can’t help but crouch down with the most sinister of smiles. “ you’ll frighten them. “

#lullabiics #alistair : c.

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#yes baby yes #corruption ;#attraction ;

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♡ @terriblepower

GOD, SHE FELT SO FORTUNATE TO RUN INTO HIM ( AT FIRST ). of course she doesn’t know where he lives, she met him at– a coffee shop, wasn’t it? – something like that. she could have had the spirits lead her to his home, but she tries to not evoke them more than they already do themselves. ( christ, they’re a bunch of fuckin’ chatter bugs – especially the little one ). ❛ mason! ❜ she pipes up, his name coming from her mouth as she begins to jog forward to catch up to him ; a hand rests on his shoulder, though when he turns around – she wishes she would have run into him in a more public place.

there’s a swarm of dead gathering around him, as though they’re spilling from him like droplets of blood, and she’s immediate to retract her touch, stepping back. is it mason she’s run into? ❛ wh– you– hey, no! – back the fuck up, dude! – ❜

alistair had been forced into becoming somewhat of a caregiver for mason. without his mandatory weekly check-ins, who knows what shape his vessel would be in. too much effort had been exerted on this particular body to see it destroyed. however, the bare minimum of his weekly maintenance was hardly enough to keep this kind of pain from consuming his flesh, so today he found himself exercising; getting his blood pumping and all that.

there was very little that enticed alistair more than the sound of mason’s name being spoken fondly. he loved playing the part, loved that mason was aware of just how terrible he could be in his skin and there was nothing that could stop it. turning to face the woman, his lips curl into an sly smile. she seems to have figured his game out already. “ well, hello there. you– “ as it dawns on him just who he’s speaking to, he lets out a bit of metallic laughter. “ i was wondering when i’d stumble upon you. i'd like to thank you and, if you don’t mind, i’d prefer skip the formalities. i’m sure you know i’m not quite who you’re looking for, but that is not to say this was any accident. he’s forgotten your name, i’m afraid. refresh our memory ? “

#lullabiics #alistair : c.

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♡ @terriblepower

LAST TIME THEY WERE ‘SPEAKING’ IT WASN’T ON GREAT TERMS. but he’s settled, and he’s let more pressing matters like the way his brother looks into a first priority stance. he walks up to him, eyebrows knitted, hands immediately reaching out to rest palms on mason’s biceps ; he nearly looks like he’s going to fall, and brian does his best to stabilize him. ❛ woah, dude – hey, you in there? ❜ in his head, that is, because, y’know… clearly he’s here.

it’s gotten to the point where he can hardly remember the past week. his time had been filled with either the pursuit or use of any substance that would make his mind stop. there were brief intervals in which he would be forced to give up control to his body, then it started back from square one. he wasn’t proud, he hardly felt anything, and he hoped seeing brian would have fixed that. he can barely make out brian’s words, but he’s thankful for the hands on him. “ mm – brian. “

#noblehigh

ms-mazarin

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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A nice reference list for those that can’t just think of what word they are looking for. But remember that using “said” isn’t a bad thing. “Said” is universal and versatile and each of these words have their own meaning, so it isn’t always interchangeable.

#omg #truly blesst #saved ;#long post //

lullabiics:

a reaction she was hoping for, but not expecting. she almost looks confused when he’s smiling, like it’s something foreign to the moment, something he just shouldn’t do. really, she’s just amazed that he can. eyes are so focused on them that for a moment she doesn’t connect that he’s speaking to her ; when she does, she snaps out of the trance in a head shake, a hard blink, and a small huh. ❛ oh, i – ❜ she doesn’t know how. she knows that out of all the times she’s seen someone’s passed loved one, she’s only seen a handful, if that, who have been strong enough to come through like that. even then it was just for a few moments. ❛ they– they have to do that themselves, i can’t– bring them through. i’m just the telephone.. i get the message from one side to the other. when they’re– if they’ve been around for a long time, like.. decades and stuff like that – they can come through sometimes. ❜ though, she believes if there’s one thing that can give a ghost that much energy and power, it’s the bond of father and child. ❛ they haven’t been gone long enough, they’re weak. ❜

disappointment is quick to rear its ugly head, but it’s quickly replaced by determination. if there’s a will, there’s a way, and nothing stands in the way of paternal instinct. he pushes his sadness away for the time being, he won’t let his children see another second of anything but love for them. now that he had a way to speak to the boys, everything was about them, about what he could do for them. “ decades ? are they– in limbo ? “ he turns back to his children, concern lacing his features as his voice softens. “ are you afraid ? in pain ? is there anything i can do ? “

#lullabiics

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it’s so hard to not become emotional in these moments, but it’s easy to let it out when he’s facing the other way, when he isn’t watching her break down. what he says to his boys makes her want to sob, having to bring her own hand up to press fingertips over her lips to keep sound harbored deep in her chest. it pricks at her vocal chords, playing them soft like a harp, especially when her eyes land on the two boys who are now crying as well. they move forward, move to hug at their father’s legs, and she knows that mason must feel it. if he didn’t believe before, he must believe now, because their presence has grown so much stronger since he’s spoken to them.. ❛ they’re on your leg. ❜ it’s bittersweet, she even lets a chuckle out at the end of it ; these rugrats have done nothing but give her hell until they could be reunited with their father, and she never thought she’d be this happy about it. she was thinking she’d reconnect them, help them move on, be on her way ; she has her own baggage to deal with. ❛ they said they love you, it’s not your fault. they say the same thing about someone else, someone named brian. – ash wants someone named charlie to know he’s with her, he’ll watch over her. not– when she’s changing or going to the bathroom, though. ❜

as much as he hates to admit it, he does feel something. the idea of his children, even in this state, is enough to bring a smile to his lips. it’s laced with that same heartache, but a smile nonetheless. he reaches a hand down, palm facing towards them. he aches to see them, to hold them again, but for now this was enough. nothing could change what happened, so this was all they had. “ anything for you guys, okay ? i’ll visit uncle brian as soon as i can. “ not– when she’s changing or going to the bathroom, though. “ i’ll hold you to that, buddy. that’s very thoughtful. i’m sure she’ll appreciate it. “ he turns his head once more, voice low, desperate. “ is there anything you can do – anything – to let me see them again ? even just one time ? “

#lullabiics

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#THSI CREEPS ME OUT #corruption ;

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please, ❛ i can’t. ❜ she can’t. she can’t change her story, she can’t take it all back and tell him it’s a joke and let him go on with that. she’s here for one reason, and that reason is to bring peace and truth. she’d love for it to be a lie because she can feel his pain, she can see so much of her brother in them, and she can only imagine the heartache of losing a child. ❛ you’re looking at ash right now, axel is beside him. i wish it wasn’t– they’re not here anymore. but i can– i have this thing, i can.. i can see them, i can talk to them. they can hear you if you talk… i can tell you what they say back. ❜ she can barely handle her own emotional baggage without having to deal with that of another’s ; she has such a wall built up, but at the same time she can’t help but to let it down, get involved. she wants to step forward, wants to comfort him, but she won’t. ❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

“ i’m sorry. “ he’s quick to speak when he learns they can hear him, turning around completely to face the bookshelf. acceptance begrudgingly worms its way into his mind, only because he needs to speak to them. he needs the connection, he needs them to know how badly he wishes he could change it. “ i never should have left you. it was for your protection, i can promise you that. i’m– sick. it wasn’t safe for you. i regret it every single day, i need you to know that. there is never a moment when i’m not thinking of you boys. i’m sorry. i should have been there, i shou– “ his fingers press to his lips, brushing away the salt of the tears reaching every inch of his face. looking between where he assumed his two sons were, he takes in another breath and speaks again. “ i love you. you boys are my everything and i’m so sorry i let this happen. “ his eyes fall shut, swallowing down his sadness only for it to close his throat and steal his breath. he turns his head for a moment after collecting himself enough to speak again, looking at the woman over his shoulder. “ what are they saying ? “

#lullabiics

lullabiics:

she expects it, it’s nothing new. she’s gotten to the point where she just rips off the band-aid, says what the dead are saying, tells their loved ones, drops hints. if anyone came to her to speak about her brother, even knowing everything she does about mediums existing, she’d have the same reaction. but she didn’t ask for this, she didn’t – want to be put in a position where her brother has followed her around, grown with her, never moved on. she didn’t want to be put in a situation where not only could she be the only person to watch her brother, have him constantly over her shoulder, but a position where everyone else’s passed loved ones can latch onto her just as easily until she does what they want. ❛ they’re behind you, ❜ she speaks in a hoarse voice, tears of her own flooding her gaze ; oh, god, this was never the easy part. ❛ axe and ash. ❜ speaking their name is a stretch, she already believes she’s on a thin ass line, but she wants to push past all of this and skip to the healing ; if there can be healing. ❛ there was a fire, they didn’t get out in time, the smoke – ❜

only twice in his life had he felt this way. an incredible, intense sorrow that blurs his vision and clouds his reason. the first, when axel’s struggle with depression in the past led to an attempt to end his own life. second, when ash was attacked on his way home from school, mason having to find him badly beaten behind a building. now, none of it mattered. no matter how many times he had saved them in the past, he couldn’t this time. nothing would EVER take that away. “ please. “ it’s a whisper, begging her to be lying, for it all to be some sick, twisted joke. “ i can’t – “ can’t do this. can’t go on. can’t. just can’t. he turns his head, hoping to see them happy and healthy as he left them, but he finds himself staring at the same bookshelf. “ here. they’re here ? “

#suicide /#violence /#lullabiics

lullabiics:

ohhhh, he looks angry. she knows that grief, sadness, it can stir up emotions that are completely unrelated, especially when such a sensitive subject is brought up by a complete stranger. ❛ strawberry syrup… in coffee.. ❜ she’s softer this time when she speaks, lifting her head up to look at him in the eye ( she figures it’s the least she can do ). ❛ he said he likes strawberry syrup in his coffee.. ❜ a pause. ❛ and– mini-donuts.. there was always mini-donuts for him, and coffee with– strawberry syrup for.. the other. ❜ oh, god, she better just start explaining ( she assumes she’ll get hit if she doesn’t ; he has this presence about him that is making her rather tense ). ❛ i know– i know how weird this sounds, and i shouldn’t be talking about it, i’d fucking kill anyone if they talked about my brother to me, but they – they won’t leave me alone, they’re here, they want– they’ve wanted me to talk to you all day. ❜

“ what do you mean they’re here ? “ his voice shakes with complete and utter hopelessness. he knows what she means, somehow he knows, but he refuses to believe it. she was a nut, some crazy cracked out street walker that got a lucky guess. his family wasn’t here. he couldn’t see them, couldn’t be with them; they were exactly where he left them. safe at home. confused and hurt that their father was gone, but SAFE. tears immediately spill from his eyes although his face remains stony and fixed on hers. he can’t breathe, can’t think, and he can barely keep himself standing. “ i-i don’t know who the hell you are and you have the AUDACITY to tell me my family is– “ he can’t say it. speaking it would be admitting it, making it real. but it isn’t it’s NOT real.

#lullabiics #I FR DID TOO WHEN I READ URS IT JUST HAPPENED

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when i find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me. speaking words of wisdom: let it be. ( graphic credit to the lovely @girltombed )

#hey #promo /

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INDEPENDENT ORIGINAL CHARACTER. SELECTIVE / PRIVATE. WRITTEN BY JOVI.

#dakota #pls #promo /

lullabiics:

❛ tea, of course, tea with – ❜ oh, god, just stop with the stalling. ❛ okay, uh– this is going to sound really weird, but.. you know what i really like? strawberry.. strawberry tea, if they had it, strawberry.. poptarts! strawberry jam, strawberry, uh.. y’know.. all the strawberry things. do you like strawberry… stuff? ❜ her face is immediately in the palm of her hand as her head shakes. she isn’t making herself clear enough, or if she is she’s just making it sound like she’s on crack or something – she assumes. eyes move past where he stands to look at one of the boys that stands behind him, looking for guidance. strawberry syrup, she looks back to mason and speaks, ❛ uh– like.. strawberry syrup – ❜ in coffee. wait what? her expressioin is shocked, almost appalled that the boy would even think of such a maniacal combination, and she looks back over mason’s shoulder, breathing out a soft ‘really?’. she then continues, ❛ like.. strawberry syrup in coffee. i though.. that might be interesting. ❜

at first he begins to make the connection of drugs. she was certainly strange in her ramblings, but seems to strike a memory as she continues to speak. the constant hollow in his chest fills with an aching sadness, his very aura dripping in a deep, thick sorrow. he almost tunes her out after that, unwilling to take his mind off of HIM, but she catches his attention once more. his muscles tense, every cell in his body put on pause. he doesn’t breathe, only stares her down with his fingers curled dangerously tight around the books in his hand. only one soul in his entire life had ever brought up the, frankly disgusting, concept of strawberry syrup in his coffee. even the baristas would give him a strange look at the request. axel. “ what did you just say ? “

#lullabiics #IM SO S A D OH MY GOD

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girls: spank me i’ve been naughty

me: its okay we all make mistakes

#IM FCUKING SNORTED #sense ;

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