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@katarinawilliams | continued ...

{ METALLIC PANG } of crimson mixes with a heavenly concoction; euphoric scents mingle in your mind, sending it to FRENZY. certainly the last place you'd expected to end up, is in someone else's arms ... OR the very least; someone else's bed. it's not the first, & certainly wouldn't be the last. thumb trails slow, course circles over her bottom lip; pressing into tender flesh with precision. cerulean's focus, head tilts & a small smile crosses features. silence rings, touch becomes POISON [ as ] you pull her closer. from under chin, to her throat; it's the force of the kiss that PUSHES your limits.

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@qu-tipie | continued ...

{ SOMETHING ALIKE } a snort & a laugh escape lips, spilling into a smirk. certainly you've already WATCHED her type & stop repeatedly; well, at least she didn't block you.

[ TXT - ♦️ ] ; depends- what were you expecting? i do not send photos of myself. perhaps, invitation. i thought, at the very least ... you'd appreciate the artistic disposition of this one.

[ TXT - ♦️ ] ; who'd ever guess the dead can get so much bloodflow despite no longer breathing? it still fascinates me- even as much as i've seen. come see me.

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going thursday,, do not expect to see me

waiting to hear back from irl friend abt visitation so i am here for !!! a day or so,,

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waiting to hear back from irl friend abt visitation so i am here for !!! a day or so,,

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[ TXT - 🌻 ] ... :) is that not the fun of it all? hmm. i simply enjoy a little challenge.

[ TXT - 🌻 ] what is in it for me if i do?

[ SMS: jonny boy ] you're like literally so mean to me. i don't know what i've done to deserve this. [ SMS: jonny boy ] yes i am asking you to come over 🙄

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i think i should be allowed to kill if im jealous

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@hangtenn | [ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself. // she needs to be dramatic

[ TXT - 🌻 ] ; how unfortunate, & what exactly do you expect me to do? i suppose you're attempting to get me to- come over?

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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but why arent you also following my actual divergent bastard man?

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*-`~ this is an open invitation to bother my muse. ask them questions, poke them, throw something at them, whatever. anons welcome

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{ SILENCE RINGS } where touch stings; skin crawls as her palms glide across your arm. it's an anticipatory response, never prepared to be grabbed OR held. you should REALLY be admitting, it's unfamiliar. jonathan fixates gaze upon her, head tilting in response. " ... yes, sleeves. they are not fake; it is referring to the placement & how many. " hand flexes, twitching & squirming yourself free. " ... i do have more, but they feel rather inappropriate for this conversation. "

Singular eye would move straight down his arm, admiring the tattoos covering it. How beautiful. It was not the first time she had seen someone with tattoos, but it was the first where she had a close view of them. "Sleeves?" A puzzled brow raised, her hand gently grasped his arm, curiously inspecting. "So, this is just a sleeve you are wearing? They're fake?" No, Aileen. That's not what it means.

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{ a smirk } crosses features, finding her persistence all the while fascinating; it's the interest in your work that really sends you reeling. certainly, you know this won't last ... you can be curious all you'd like, but no one can really stomach it. jonathan has some sense of hope you're just being skeptical; it's too familiar a place not to go. at the HEARSE, all thoughts are lost; you fiddle around for your keys, prying them from pockets. " ... hmm. much obliged. "

button is pressed & the VEHICLE comes to life; popping the front doors open. the incentive is taken to pull the { duffle } off yourself, & toss it just beside your seating. form clambers inside, taking a moments breath. the cigarette is snuffed out beside you; watching it smolder on the ground under your feet. " ... what do you enjoy most? musically, of course. i typically keep classical on low. " fingers wrap around the stick-shift, putting into drive. " ... i think i may, otherwise ... have CDs somewhere. "

Kat followed him along. She was curious about his wording. Daytime appearance stuck out to her the most. Did that mean he didn't come out too often? And if so, what was the reasoning.

The mention of a hearse, though, as transportation was interesting to her. Maybe because a part of her actually wanted to drive one of them.

"One can always learn something new if their open minded to it." She smirked as she walked with him to the vehicle spoken about. "Beautiful vehicle." She put out her smoke, not wanting to smoke inside it after all.

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' like ' for a small-ish starter, multis specify,, por favor

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all-in-one inclusive informational page. carrd makes me angry, so most of this information is transferred from his carrd & the original google doc.

index: > stats, bio intro

intro. FULL NAME: jonathan m. vandergeist PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: jona.than cr.ane NICKNAME(s): just jon ALISE(s): hallows' eve, headless horseman ORIENTATION: DEMISEXUAL/DEMIROMANTIC DATE OF BIRTH: 31st october, 1969 DATE OF DEATH: 2nd december, 2002 RESIDENCE: 7217 darkwood lane,  barrow hill ZODIAC:  scorpio,  scorpio sun,  cancer moon  STATUS: dead, resurrected SPECIES: lich/poltergeist AGE: ( 33 ) at death, currently somewhere between 45-54 PLACE OF BIRTH: undisclosed CURRENTLY LOCATED IN: gotham city, new york OCCUPATION: mortician  &  funeral director @  darkwood funeral home,  organ donor,  executioner,  drug distributor @ silk.road market.place EDUCATION: university undergrad studying ( mortuary science ), alongside phd in psychology

physical. FACE CLAIM: eugen.iy shvar.ts RACE & ETHNICITY: caucasian; either english OR scottish HEIGHT: 6'1'' / 185.42 cm WEIGHT: undisclosed HAIR: > DYED BLACK, usually accompanied by: bleach-blonde tips OR striking red tips EYES: cerulean, glowing BUILD: spindly; toned but undefined muscles, just bordering on underweight SKIN: prominent discolouration, though typically pale SCARS: multiple littered across body; two notable ( nose-bridge & neck ... one resulting in his death ) PIERCING(s): septum only TATTOO(s): reference post DEFAULT STYLE: black trenchcoat, complimented by a black, long sleeve button up, ripped jeans & combat boots. multiple other appearances noted: ~1~ black turtleneck, split jeans ( black & white ), complimented by a pair of creepers. ~2~ striped ( black & tan ) blazer ( adorned with multiple pins ), black button-up, dress pants ( and ) prada dress shoes. horseman has been seen dawning a very similar appearance to the first note; however has been also documented to dress alike namesake ( TATTERED CAPE, DOUBLE-BREASTED COAT, BLACK TOUSERS & PUMPKIN-THEMED PLATFORM BOOTS ).

communal. VOICE CLAIM: kil.grave ACCENT: estuary english accent, americanized but retains the dialect ARTICULATION: jonathan has an extensive vocabulary, but tends to over exaggerate his words/pronunciations, & speak in circles. overall, he is blunt / straightforward & does not use conjunctions when speaking. pet names are incorporated as means to be ' passive aggressive '; he's condescending & sarcastic & usually cannot be determined by emotion. TRIGGERS: very quiet triggers, he tends to physically recoil when interacting with these: physical touch, commitment/romantic relationships, betrayal, which in result is where the ' ghosting ' comes from. on top of his own self-awareness. DEVELOPMENTAL: jonathan experiences low-empathy & emotional constipation from an undisclosed upbringing; as well as early exposure to immoral / depraved topics. i.e: he's purposefully subjected himself to horrors to eliminate the 'mortal connection' of fear. POSITIVE TRAITS: ARTICULATE,  CALM,  PATIENT,  RESPECTFUL,  CHARISMATIC,  DETERMINED NEUTRAL TRAITS:  CONFIDENTIAL,  RESERVED,  SARCASTIC,  ANTISOCIAL,  CHARISMATIC,  AGREEABLE NEGATIVE TRAITS:  EGOTISTICAL,  COMPULSIVE,  PARANOID,  MELODRAMATIC,    DECEIVING,  OBSESSIVE   

introduction to 'ravenhearst'. this is modern history as we know it; the most infamous burial site hidden away in gotham’s underground. standing stones are, perhaps, one of the most mysterious wonders of the ancient world. & so are haunted, abandoned manors. OR so the population thinks. rumors surrounding the history of stately ravenhearst have accompanied barrow hill for decades. previously built in dedication to charles dalimar’s infatuation … emma ravenhearst, now sits a fire-ravaged state of decay. many years after the ghosts of ravenhearst manor have long been freed & charles dalimar’s spirit is certainly laid to rest … one man’s desire to expand his life's work resurrects this ancient evil all over again.

no one is certain where jonathan came from, OR if the rumors surrounding darkwood lane’s residence are really true. trespassers seem to disappear once they set foot upon the unsettling place, & only few have made it out alive. those who have say, “ beyond those gates, eternal life awaits “ but how can anyone be so sure? the remnants of an abandoned vehicle introduce visitors to the property's mystery. passed the gates lies an overgrowth with an uneven, spiraling pathway. in the distance, looms the partially reconstructed manor. still, it looks as untouched as it had been the day it burned down. the island surrounds itself in woodland. twisting trees & an unusual scent of decay waft from an amassed clearing. & if you venture too far … something stops you before you can. the faint purple glow of the standing stones may be the final thing you see.

the property's new ownership seems to be bound to its ancient curse; accounts speculate feeling unnerved by supernatural presence. & none can explain how he appears once the environment is disturbed. others assume jonathan cannot be executed, as plenty have attested to “ warding him off, with no avail “ . survivors also note jonathan’s eyes appear “ glowing, radiant blue “ & that he, “ appears to move at unnatural speeds beyond human comprehension. “

new spirits are eternally trapped on the property for some selfish bidding. there’s a theory speculating jonathan harnesses their energy to remain youthful, but that is simply theory. this comes with impose; jonathan is the only one that can see them, & visitors can only feel them.

beyond the forest lies a repurposed morgue; one of many abandoned buildings on barrow hill, reimagined in jonathan’s nightmarish mind. most notable is the “ dried bloodstains on the floor. “ & the unmistakable scent of death. " anyone who's ventured this far has recounted similarities to a funeral home; metal tables, cabinets containing chemicals, organs & even animals. there's always a freshly touched banister of utensils nearby. no one's stuck around long enough to uncover what's underneath the wax covering.

no one's made the connection, that on every autumn equinox ... a familiar, thundering of pair of hooves terrorize through the town & it's rider ... headless, right out of a fairy tale.

death information/pre-death. jonathan studies mortuary science in gotham, only a few years before his untimely death. he is an undergrad & put in an intern position at gotham's asylum, arkham. hands-on experience of medical theatres ( live autopsy's of patients who've expired ), determining cause-of-death & even prepping the body for showings/familial visits. he also sits in on therapy sessions since his major IS psychology; mostly a fascination in exposure therapy & the aspect of psychological fear. he has already integrated himself into ravenhearst & the property ( found a few years into his early schooling, & needing money to pay of tuition. most likely hasn't started rebuilding, but does shuffle drugs through there at first. )

he gets murdered during a drug-heist on the property; since the island is also has a dock/boat port ... some of his exports involve delivering cargo to freights/illegal ships. one of them goes wrong & jonathan gets his throat cut ( causing him to be partially decapitated/bleed out ). his soul gets bound to the property since he's the only one keeping it alive & without him, it would go dormant again.