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maybe yall will get a follow from a new blog soon since tumblr wont fix my shadowban and all i wna do is write man.... damn 😭 (ive never had this forced on me before..... this is so evil). soooo keep an eye out for any new follows bc it might be me 🩷

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fjork it we ball. (adding gazelle to the muse list while still shadowbanned)

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think i got shadowbanned for the holidays 🫡🫡🫡

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mtski..... what was i going through

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@ga1inda: the guilt of it all. what are we supposed to do with that?

Oh, now that's tricky. A question Odette isn't supposed to actually answer, she suspects. If only that shroud of gloom (or is it perhaps just longing?) hasn't taken to following (Galinda? Glinda. Glynda, perhaps? No, no, it's sure to be—) Glinda everywhere. No one's felt quite up to addressing it, the green elephant in the room, and, well, Odette doesn't think it would be appropriate for her of all people to be the first to bring it up.

“Use it, I suppose? Take it and learn from it. At least, that's what Dr. Dillamond would probably say.” Oh, oh no. That's another elephant—or goat, rather—she wasn't supposed to address. His absence still stings, perhaps more for Odette than any other student, who's always found it just a little bit easier getting along with animals than people. Glinda was something of an exception, but isn't she always?

“Aren't you looking forward to life after Shiz?” Odette decides a change in subject might be appropriate. “I'm sure you'll do great things. Wonderful things!”

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hello hi 🥺 i would love to get writing again so here's my prompts tag incase anyone feels like sending anything in... 💋🩷

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been stewing on this for a while but i think i could so easily give mako a fantasy verse... turn the kaijus into dragons and blam 🩷😜 it translates pretty well to her backstory too. born to a family of renowned blacksmiths who dont like her upon birth bc she wasnt a son and therefore isnt fit to inherit anything. but her parents love her and dont want her growing up under all that animosity so they relocate to another town/village and mako's father teaches her how to forge and smelt and it's all grand until a dragon comes and demolishes half the village 💔 mako swears vengeance and is taken in by the man who saved her and killed the dragon that took her parents' lives (pentecost 🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️🥺) and vows to be a dragonslayer when she grows up 😏

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was thinking about miss bitey mcscratchy n i think if i were to give her a marvelcu verse it would go like... erica, who's constantly looking up ways to make her epilepsy as manageable as possible + keep her episodes from happening too frequently, accidentally stumbles across an ad/post asking for volunteers for a drug trial for this new experimental medicine that's trying to cure exactly what's wrong w her (along w/ a bunch of other things that don't... really overlap so it Should be super suspicious for anyone who's not as desperate as erica). naturally, erica, itching to fix herself, signs up for these drug trials without telling anyone only to find out uh oh! she hasn't signed up for a drug trial at all (sadly, she did Not read the fine print of the contract she signed) and she's quite literally just signed herself up to become a human experiment wahoo <3 essentially the evil fake pharmacy are trying to engineer human weapons that can stand up against theavengers and any possible superpowered hero out there. erica gets the Wolf pill. or serum. maybe both. naturally, she flies into a rage the first time she transforms and slaughters everyone, leading to her escape :ppp. they did cure her of her epilepsy though.... so maybe the claws and the teeth and the hours of torture and experimentation were worth it... haha

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🫧 ────── 'cause getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated . . . an independent & selective galinda. drawing inspiration from book , stage , and screen. as told by liz .

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where will the meanings be when the words are forgotten? ... multimuse run by day.

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since caroline is a Good vampire (tyvm) she doesn't steal blood bags from the hospital. what she Does do is she scours the internet for like vampire fetishists and twilight fans and she goes to them and drinks from them ethically and consensually <3. it helps that she has the ability to look like whoever she wants to, imagine edwardcullen appearing by ur bedroom window like 'can i suck ur blood pls? 🥺' most of them don't even have to be that into twilight to say yes

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

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everything reminds me of her.... (odette)

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woman, eating.

dialogue prompts from woman, eating: a literary vampire novel by claire kohda.

people have appalling night vision.

i've marked crosses where you need to sign.

where did you say you live? anywhere near ____?

you hate me, don't you?

you won't make it without me.

it's hard to know what's real with you.

i did everything for you. everything was for you.

i don't like eating alone.

god wouldn't want to help a demon survive, and that's what we are.

this place is beyond new beginnings.

what do you see yourself as?

demon is a subjective term.

i'm not very good at goodbyes. or any form of greeting, actually.

how are you? i miss you. i want to hear about your life.

everything in everyone's life is temporary.

just imagine i'm dead.

people are like flowers: seasonal, wilting, and finite.

am i the only other person who can see you?

it sounded like you were dragging a body across the floor.

we cannot have any more catastrophe.

don't talk back to me.

my body isn't mine. it isn't a good fit for me.

you were very human. that was what i liked about you.

you never told me how ___ died.

i have to do everything for you, don't i?

give it time. you just haven't found yourself yet.

i don't really get contemporary art.

i'm trying to figure out what i want to do with my life.

how come you stopped ____?

what does the winner get?

it's kind of like being a kid again.

i don't want to be walking too late.

just be careful.

watch out for ___.

we're the same.

sorry if i said anything bad or embarrassing.

everything looks different, but it's hard to pinpoint how.

i like your look.

will you swap with me? can i be you for a bit?

i guess i feel small. undervalued.

it's hard to see what's beautiful anymore.

taking is not good for the soul.

what are you doing? lost?

did i make you feel bad?

i feel like i've been standing completely still.

i'm not sure what i feel when i look at you.

sorry. i'm not good at talking about it.

what are you going to do?

i'm really sorry about the ____.

when you left, you took something of me with you.

i'm sorry. i don't know what's wrong with me.

life is a line, not a circle.

i think i like you.

i don't want to feel at home in the dark.

take me with you. please.

i can't take you with me.

memories make life.

move away. i'm dangerous.

i don't know who i am anymore.

are you high or something?

i don't think i ever hated you.

can i do anything to help?

i wish i could be honest.

i don't want to bring you down with me.

i can't tell what it is i want.

the other night was a mistake.

you don't like me?

i am completely alone.

will you let me in?

i think i've known for a while.

you can't just listen to one side and block out the other.

neither side of me can be separated from the other.

i don't have sides at all. i am two things that have become one thing.

are you okay? do you need help getting home?

i'm not sure what i am anymore.

for the first time, i feel like i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.

this feels like the first time i've really seen you.

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She'd blush, if she weren't already. She must look a right picture—her unnaturally flushed face, nervous hands twisting over the book in her lap, her bonnet entirely discarded to the side. It's a good thing, after all, that Albert hadn't been the one to find her like this. He does so love his propriety, and there was nothing proper about a lady rejecting a gentleman's flowers. Or so he says.

It's a relief that this man, this cowboy, cares not an ounce for Albert's standing or his family name. She laughs here because she's allowed, because no one'll tell her she's not supposed to. “I suspect he's not worth much at all, but don't tell anyone I told you that. Back home they all think Albert's a catch. He's got gold, see, and no one can resist that.” She'd be lying if she said that didn't get her too, at the start, at least until Albert opened that mouth of his. No amount of gold would be worth marrying that, she's sure. “Though lately I've been thinking I'd much prefer some good company over gold.” She sighs, wistful, wanting for things she probably can't get.

This cowboy, nameless, doesn't give her much to work with. The one between her pages was much more straightforward. Much more... overpowering, too. All hands instead of words. Magnolia fans her face. Oh these summer days are much too warm.

“Doesn't look like there's anything simple about you, sir. But alright, I'll leave you to your mystery 'n your secrets.”

Whatever this is, it's more than luck, she suspects. “Oh, not far, but—he'll not be pleased to know what happened here. Returning too soon won't do me any good.” She pauses for a moment, looking up at him from under her lashes, wondering if it'll be brave or stupid to say what she wants to say next. “A vaquero like you must know your way around these parts. Day's barely over; isn't there somewhere else you could take me? Some place exciting?”

The name is like a cool swig of water on a warm summer's evening, sweeter than honey.

"Ain't that a name," murmured the cowboy in his many gruff, textured tones. A cursory quip (unoriginal on his part) gathered therein at the base of his heavy tongue but before he could dispel it, the belle continued. He didn't seem to mind; driving the toe of his boot, meanwhile, into sidewinder's empty ribs, Jesse occupied himself just fine. He did so until the vague, dark shape of the body had been lost to the many unkempt firs of the roadside shrubbery with a final exhalation of dust and dirt. A proper death for a rattle snake; law men'd think he'd gone and chewed gravel.

"Tucked tail and ran, huh..?" Tongue tsk'ed against the backs of his white teeth. His stoic eye panned outward to the plains where they settled upon nothing but open land and a vast, dusty-blue sky. "We ll, if I was yer daddy, I'd have me a hash to settle. You knew the fella? Wasn't some saddle-bum in cahoots with the ne'erdowells?"

He did not wait for her rebuttal and instead, tangentially conceded: "If that slink of yours is worth his salt, little lady, he'll take yer precious life over a scratch remedy to his wounded pride."

Teetering precariously at the edge of her embroidered seat, the Angelica called for his name. Jesse dreaded the question. With a fine-carved carriage like this, no-doubt she was the daughter of an silk-suited augur; he'd have recognized a country club horse anywhere. A hefty sigh tumbled from between his arid lips and he once again tipped his hat, this time for the sake of obfuscating his comely profile from scrupulous viewing. "Ain't a name worth mentionin' to a high-class lady such as yerself. Just a simple vaquero with a long slipe ahead of 'im, passin' through."

"Seems luck was on yer side today, Miss Magnolia, ma'am. How far is daddy's ranch from here?"

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Ah.

Crap.

Animal attacks, Rory says, and Caroline just barely manages to keep her expression from twitching. A dead body would be less damning, so long as the bite marks can be overlooked by something much more horrible. But animal attacks. They're always freaky. Someone always gets a little too curious, because it's weird, because it's abnormal.

“Oh, I read an article about that kinda thing once.” Caroline's not technically lying either. Animal attacks are weird, but there are all sorts of weirdos out there, undead or not. “There were these creepy teens who got really into satanic rituals or something and apparently they needed lots of animal blood for it. It freaked people out for weeks until some farmer caught one of them trying to take one of their pigs. Maybe this is just something like that?”

She smiles, hopefully sympathetic enough that Rory knows she's not dismissive, just kind of a skeptic. “I mean, what would they even be trying to cover up? The Chupacabra? Are you sure you're not just seeing conspiracies where they're not? 'Cause I totally get wanting a juicy story. Just... maybe this one isn't it.”

" i think that's the greatest compliment you've ever given me. " with that, rory tips an imaginary top-hat to her. suddenly, she's feeling very wonka-esque — minus the whole sadistic thing. she shudders just thinking about what sort of fate augustus gloop probably met. yikes.

she takes a quick scan of the bullpen to make sure no one else is cued in to their conversation. as expected, others are too busy click-clacking away at their keyboards or gathered 'round the brand new keurig in the kitchen to pay them much mind. figures.

" it's these animal attacks, " rory whispers, just loud enough for caroline to hear, " i know what the official statement is and all, but it doesn't make sense. i mean, think about it. really think about it. i don't know what the town's trying to cover up, but it's something bad. and i'm going to get to the bottom of it. "