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Illness got me good this treatment so I’ve been on Damon (find me over there if you want me sooner). 

Either way, I’ll be on Kyle soon. Promise. <3

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SO sorry, m'loves; I know I’ve been sick and haven’t done anything on here in about a week but I’ll be back full swing soon enough. The treatment for my illness drains me horribly and causes immense pain which renders me unable to concentrate on much of anything at all hence my absence. So again, I apologize. 

To my new followers, WELCOME! I’m shocked and honored that you chose to follow this trash heap of a blog. So thank you. And if you want to plot, like this post and I’ll come at you when I feel up to writing again <3. 

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I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

Alexandra Bracken (via quotemadness)

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You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games | @wordsandquotes (via wordsnquotes)

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My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.

Herman Hesse, Siddhartha (via the-book-diaries)

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If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via the-book-diaries)

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      –&&    even   if    he’s    being     stabbed     THROUGH    THE    CHEST

                                                                                                                       he will smile.

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≁≁≁「 @ghostuned 」

     — The apartment was chosen at random, mainly out of fear which was quelled some as wide dark eyes found something comforting on the other side of the window pane— a dog looking back at him.

Kyle ambled around to the door, oblivious to the sleeping occupant inside that was very much human, and turned the knob with a sharp jerk, breaking it without realizing his strength. The metal came off in his hand which he then proceeded to stare at dumbly for a long moment until his fried brain started whirring again with thought— what was he doing again? Oh.

❝ Dooog. ❞

The single drawn-out word came with a child-like smile of excitement as the blonde boy pushed open the now broken door and ambled inside, immediately plopping down pretzel-legged on the linoleum and holding his arms out as if wanting a hug from the canine. ❝ Dog! ❞ came the excitedly exclaimed word once more from disused vocal cords while Bear stared for a moment, head tilting in hesitant decision making before he came forward, allowing Kyle to bury his face against the Shephard's thick neck fur, warm tongue offering languid kisses to a pale cheek that only elicited a rusty chuckle and more affectionate hugs.

The dog looked up over the boy's shoulder. 

Kyle was too distracted by the dog to realize he had woken up the animal's human who was now very much awake and very much behind him.

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OH BUT YOU WEREN’T LIKE THE OTHERS, for even after all you’ve been through,  your heart remains unscathed, unharmed from life’s cruelty,  beating loudly and rapidly like the wings of a frantic hummingbird.  You who have felt the sting of rejection would never submit others to endure the same pain,  that’s not who you are,  and that’s not someone you’ll ever be.        ❛    ——    that’s good to know   …     ❜       his smile finds its matching pair as you let your own lips curve upwards.    And that’s when your heart skips a beat,   when you see what you momentarily thought was only a trick performed by your brain.   A joke produced by a yearning of something that was no longer there to be found.   The sense of familiarity.

a ghost from your past you think,   a boy with the exact same smile.     A person who had meant so much to you that his memory still resided deep within the confines of your mind,  an image chiseled to your brain.      ❛     thank you, for helping me    ❜     hands are clasped together behind your back as you follow him with your eyes.   

❛    ——    can i ask you one last question before you go ??    ❜       a step forward,   perhaps two      ❛       what is it about you that seems so familiar to me ??        ❜      it was truly a rhetorical question,  well,  more like a plain commentary  for you weren’t expecting him to actually answer something like that        ❛        you remind me of someone i used to know       ❜       you continue speaking as images never once stop unraveling behind blue orbs.   Like post movie credits …         ❛         he was   …       ❜

eyes squint and eyebrows meet together in a frown.    Guts suddenly find your throat and as snakes they start strangling your vocal cords,  leaving you with nothing but a heavy smile     ❛     ——    i’m sorry       ❜      gaze drops as you do your best to hide away your melancholia.     ❛       i’m sure i’m wasting your time,   i’m really sorry,    i promise it won’t happen again       ❜      you sniff once,  probably twice before finally gathering some composure.

≁≁≁「 @itwtch 」

     — Innards twisting in disappointment at the lack of recognition yet simultaneously the emotion of relief was palpable in the expression on his features (c'mon brain, make a decision on what you wanna feel, would ya?) had the reanimated boy on a rollercoaster of emotions that a few weeks ago would have caused a violent breakdown had his mind still been on the fritz. Feeling the sting of not having been important enough when she DIDN'T seem to (just like he THOUGHT he had wanted) had his heart sinking and falling out of his ass as his fathomless gaze remained downcast beneath a mop of golden curls and a tortured expression twisting his features.

Kyle never had been very talented at hiding his feelings— unless it pertained to his mother. Those feelings he could lock away in box after box, not facing them yet he sure as shit did in his dreams— or nightmares rather.

The blonde's steps faltered until he paused in the doorway, not yet turning to face the witch. ❝ Su— Sure. ❞ he smiled faintly at the white wall across the hall.

He didn't expect THAT question.

❝ In anot— another.... lifetime. ❞ Kyle managed to finish for her, answer vaguely mysterious.

How could she not see who he was? Had IT changed him THAT much?

The reanimated boy took a moment to silently pat at his face, frowning. ❝ Yo— You're not wasting... my time... I-I... — promise. ❞

Kyle stood there, silent for a moment but not turning to look at Nella as he spoke, words flying from his rusty vocal cords that shouldn't have but were unable to be stopped— like vomit. ❝ D— Don't make me get the paper... bag. I'll do it. No tears, Nellie. ❞ those last words, so faintly playful.

Eyes bulging, HORRIFIED, he grimaced and lurched into movement, fleeing from the blonde witch's room to head for the attic stairs.  

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Horrific Headcanons

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✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?

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IT IS TRUE, LIFE CAN CHANGE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE whether for better or for worse, you see,  change is inevitable it is what keep us moving forward,  advancing and evolving.  Like the river’s flow it never stops,  it waits for no one and has no mercy nor scruples.   Change is unavoidable like a bullet shot at point blank range and sometimes it can hurt just as much.     Moving to New Orleans was an example of what you can’t control,  your life had never been yours to handle, ney, you were merely a puppet hanging from its strings at the mercy of someone else’s whims, a girl waiting and moving according to the rhythm that’s being played in the shell of her ear.

life couldn’t get any worse,  not after everything you’ve been through,  you had nothing else to lose, not even your soul.    New Orleans had to be your salvation,  in fact,   you had convinced yourself that this was going to be the last opportunity you would ever have to make peace with your demons and the ghosts floating around you, hovering like vultures,   it had to be  !.   

Navy blue orbs can’t stop wandering the halls;  each detail on the white walls,  the sound of fire crackling in the fireplace,  everything was being memorized,  thoroughly mapped inside.    You were genuinely excited about it all,  it felt  …  good and strange all at once,  (  only God knows how much you would have wanted him to be here with you,  your brother  )      ❛     you don’t  …  you don’t really have to     ❜      oh !  but your answer had arrived a little bit too late,  for your bags were already on their way.        ❛        thank you miss Foxx   ——   this is place is more than i could have ever imagined !       ❜        a smile as bright as the sun lingers on your lips as you now rush to him.

❛     —–    this place is bigger than i thought it’d be         ❜      you let the words escape your mouth quite naturally,  miss Foxx had been so gentle that you thought he would be too,  because why not right ??.    Eyes finally land on him as you continue to follow his lead         ❛        i really hope i get used to it,     ——    i mean this is kind of my last wildcard you know,  i can’t really go back home         ❜        head tilts ever so slightly in your attempt to catch a glimpse of him but your endeavor remains to be futile.         ❛      —–    are you like the rest  ??   like us  ??    ❜       

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     — Kyle didn't mind being ignored as Cordelia showed Nella about the academy, it usually kept the new girls distracted from speaking to him and discovering he couldn't communicate and articulate as well as them or as well as he should be able to and this time— ESPECIALLY this time— was no exception that he WHOLEHEARTEDLY didn't mind.

People could be cruel, particularly when they thought the target of their ridicule was too dumb to hear or speak let alone understand their nasty jabs, and just because the new students were largely ostracized themselves didn't mean they wouldn't turn such things on someone else out of boredom or spite.

There was a tortured grimace on the boy's features as he flinched beneath the weight of the witch's casual attempt at conversation— Kyle was no longer a man of many words or even the playful animation that had once lit him up like a Christmas tree. Dark eyes averted from the blonde's features, not wanting to see the recognition on them when he turned after his initial reply. ❝ Yo— ou.... will. Cord-delia... lives up to her name. ❞ The pun was followed by a rusty chuckle as Kyle smiled, causing the dimple in his cheek to make an appearance, as for a moment, he forgot reality and a glimpse of his old dad-joking self shined through.

If Kyle had been a witch, things would have been a hell of a lot different in more ways than one. ❝ N-No, m' just the help, ❞ he replied, setting Nella's suitcases down next to her bed before turning away, hastening to make a quick exit before she noticed him— even though he knew if she didn't recognize him now she would eventually. There was only so many rooms in Miss Robichaux's and he WAS the butler after all.

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≁≁≁「 @itwtch 」

     — A year. 365 days. 12 months. 52 weeks. So little time yet just enough of it for the worst to happen. For a normal, bright, college kid with a terrible past yet brilliant future to go from worrying about exams to being torn limb from limb in a freak 'accident' only to be resurrected days later, now left with half a brain and the inability to even form full sentences on the first try— reduced to the hired help— a butler. Kyle hadn't had time to mourn what he had lost when Madison took his life that fateful night of the party, and now he was too busy mourning Zoe to fully process his new existence after being 'fixed' by Fiona.

But when Nella showed up, well, let's just say it hit a little TOO hard— like a bucket of ice water being thrown in the reanimated boy's face.

Humiliation.

A stray curl of pale yellow hair obscured one dark eye from view, both of which remained on the floor, voice rough from obvious disuse. ❝ W— Welcome, I can take your bag. Th— is way,❞ Kyle stuttered as he nodded toward the grand staircase, dark eyes downcast as he hoped Nella was too busy with her new surroundings to recognize him.

After all, the last time they had seen one other he had been a lively, animated, hopeful young man despite the abuse the witch had accidentally witnessed one night during spring break. Nella was the one person who knew what his mom had been doing to him since his father left. The one person that comforted him. Kyle had still felt the sharp sting of shame then— but somehow this was even worse.

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