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i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times

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what shatters you?

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

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“It’s been raining for days.”

“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”

“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”

“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”

“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”

“You’re sopping wet.”

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”

“The sound of rain is so nice.”

“You’re going out? In this?”

“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”

“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”

“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”

“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”

“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”

“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”

“Here, this should warm you up.”

“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”

“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”

“Aren’t there any books to read?”

“Rains smells so different in the city.”

“The rain smells better in the countryside.”

“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”

“Careful, the tea is still hot.”

-draws on the fogged up windows-

-Flips loudly through book-

-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”

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Under the old, weathered door there is a small set of stairs, equally old and unkempt. It’s a late afternoon and it’s been late afternoon for a while now. It will be late afternoon until the man that sits on the old, unkempt stairs walks through the door and to the scene that waits for him now, on second floor of the Pinhole Books bookshop.

The problem with that is, the man doesn’t want to walk inside. He knows full well what waits for him beyond that threshold and he isn’t ready to see it again. Maybe he never will be. So he sits right outside, smoking cigarette after cigarette, hoping that maybe he will wake up before he has to walk through that door on this exact day again.

It really doesn’t look like he wants any company right now.

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@demonslord  wants to peep the horror

The second dream that hits him is more lucid than the first. Where he was an active participant, now he is an observer, watching himself and Gertrude talk in hushed voices as they walk down the street. Now that he gets to see how they look from the side, his tall dark figure looming over her shorter, almost grandmotherly one, the contrast is a little funny. Who would even guess that she was the more dangerous one out of them two?

It’s hard for him to remember exactly when this memory was, but from the scenery around him and the TV-like static at the edges of this dream, it must have been when they were in America. When his headaches started getting really bad, before...

Oh.

The realization slams into him at the same time as he slams into the guy that definitely wasn’t part of the memory before.

“Sorry.” Gerry looks past the stranger, at where the other him stops suddenly, hand at his temple. “But you might want to be about anywhere else right about now.”

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send me a ☕ or [drink] for my muse to give yours a  beverage  that they associate with your muse | accepting

errantkatana asked: ☕

Ah, this guy. He looks better than the last time they met, but that’s not saying much. For him, Gerry makes a cup of simple green tea. It’s made from a teabag, nothing fancy nor is it particularly expensive, but it does its job. It’s maybe a little too bitter though whether that is supposed to say something or is simply that way because Gerry doesn’t really know how to make tea for someone is not clear. To counteract it, he adds a big spoonfull of honey to the cup and, after some hesitation, a decent amount of whiskey he had on hand (there was nothing noteable about the bottle, it was simply a brand of whiskey that fit in his budget).

He slides the cup over to the other, keeping the whiskey to himself.

“It’s supposed to help with your health.”

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send me a ☕ or [drink] for my muse to give yours a beverage that they associate with your muse

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originskey asked: ♪!!

MUSIC MEME; Send “♪” for a song that reminds me of my muse. | accepting

Weathers - C'est La Vie

“I'm the kid in the rain Celebrate the insane Yeah, never goes my way Take a shot and fall short I don't get the support But I guess that's just life  Someone go get me some more confetti I think I might have hit my peak already I don't know euphoria Would like to meet her someday C'est la vie”

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MUSIC MEME; 

Send “♪” for a song that reminds me of my muse.  Send “♪ reverse” for a song that reminds me of your muse. Send “♫” for a song that reminds me of our muses relationship. 

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@doublemasked wants to peep the horror

Nightmares are nothing new to Gerry. He learned, over time, to keep himself more or less lucid during them, at least enough to not give in to fears that tried hard to feed on him. So it’s not usual for him to fall into a dream so completely, without any awareness, subconscious or not.

Then again, there is nothing usual about this situation.

Gerard Keay is twelve years old, not old enough yet to forget how to fear the powers that haunt his world, but old enough to fear his mother more. Not old enough to have The Eye guide his steps, but old enough to know not to step into the pools of black littering the ground. He did not live for this long in a world where everything tries to hurt him by being stupid.

The cheap torch he’s carrying looks like it is barely doing anything to the darkness around him, but anything that keeps The Forever Blind at bay is useful right now. It keeps him from jumping when the light catches sight of another person, but he does take a step back, ready to run for it in case this turns out to not be a person at all.

“You should not be here.” He says with more weariness than someone his age should have.

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So, I might have reapped this early for one purpose only: to make some Dreamscape nightmare threads >:) (Yes, this is supposed to be an event for happy memories but Gerry has like zero of those, sorry).

So this is a very specific rp ad/interest check for horror Dreamscape threads! They will be focused on the times where Gerry crossed paths with various Entities (you can read on them [here] if needed but beware of spoilers), whether it would be in the form of Leinters (aka cursed books) or Avatars (aka asshole former humans (mostly)). Some of which will be headcannoned don’t call the police.

Since some of the TMA content can be very triggering, I will need to contact you either in IMs or on other social platforms to discuss what exactly would you want to see in the thread and to give you any spoiler-free info in case you need it. This ad won’t be capped but I might be selective!

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🦀 time for crab 🦀

*clack clack clack* It’s crab time *clack clack clack*

today i summoned 3,163 crabs! i caught 3,163 💰 of them. i became friends with 15 🌼 of them.

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Crab overlord reigns supreme.

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Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.

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time to crab

Cracks knuckles. "Time to beat my record of 2,502 summoned crabs."

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So, I might have reapped this early for one purpose only: to make some Dreamscape nightmare threads >:) (Yes, this is supposed to be an event for happy memories but Gerry has like zero of those, sorry).

So this is a very specific rp ad/interest check for horror Dreamscape threads! They will be focused on the times where Gerry crossed paths with various Entities (you can read on them [here] if needed but beware of spoilers), whether it would be in the form of Leinters (aka cursed books) or Avatars (aka asshole former humans (mostly)). Some of which will be headcannoned don’t call the police.

Since some of the TMA content can be very triggering, I will need to contact you either in IMs or on other social platforms to discuss what exactly would you want to see in the thread and to give you any spoiler-free info in case you need it. This ad won’t be capped but I might be selective!

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Send me "Switcheroo!" and I'll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse's universe

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“...” No, he is not asleep in the dumpster. Weather warm as it is, he is instead sleeping in the grass in a park, a (slightly) more healthy alternative.