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stills taken by Kurt’s girlfriend before the fame.

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❝ You don’t belong here. ❞ Words punctuate the air like a threat as Tate stares at the stranger form the doorway. It’s funny how  e a s y  a warning can sound sinister in this house.

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Tate had left the message in Violet’s room. Meet me in the basement. He knew he didn’t need to write his name ( she’d know right away who it was from ). The REAL question was: would she come?

But he wouldn’t have to worry wonder for long. The slow descent of boots on the basement stairs echoed around the cement walls as Tate pulled himself from a sitting position to wait for HER near the bottom of the stairs.

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❝ You  d r e w  this ? ❞ The blond boy asks as he eyes the painting before him. He doesn’t have to turn around to know he’s not ALONE in the room.

❝ -- it looks like SHIT . ❞ 

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❝ You call this MUSIC ? ❞ Tate looks personally offended as he pulls a face at the sounds coming from inside the room.

❝ What else you got on this thing? ❞ He doesn’t know what to call it. It’s not a CD player (those have been out of style for years ) and it looks too small to be any other kind of musical device ( and yet the sounds keep coming from it ).

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❝ What are you AFRAID of ? ❞ His words are casual but a ghost of a smile and his endlessly dark eyes hide a challenge. Me, they scream. You should be afraid of me.

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⸢ outofviolence ⸥ i’m still revamping this place ( currently making new icons ugh so bare with me ) . in the meantime, if anyone would like a random starter, like this post; drop me a message to plot; or send me one of these !

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⸢ outofviolence ⸥ i’m still revamping this place ( currently making new icons ugh so bare with me ) . in the meantime, if anyone would like a random starter, like this post; drop me a message to plot; or send me one of these !

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⸢ outofviolence ⸥ i’m still revamping this place ( currently making new icons ugh so bare with me ) . in the meantime, if anyone would like a random starter, like this post; drop me a message to plot; or send me one of these !

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{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Really?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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“ please just let me forget. ”

five-word sentences.

tate has the doe-eyed, kicked puppy routine down pat. hopefully sad, it says. but the brown-eyed girl’s words dig into him like hidden thorns under his skin and it’s hard to hold onto the hope he has mustered.

❛ Do you want me to GO ? ❜ 

go; not leave forever ( there was a difference ). he could let her believe she can be alone in this house, disappear from her gaze. but she’ll never truly be  a l o n e. not in this hellhole. 

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darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part one )

dark themes edition. ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)

“ how long have you been doing this?”

“ and this ‘something,’ it makes you kill things?”

“ have you ever wanted to kill something else?”

“ it’s going to make you want to kill, and you can’t help that.”

“ what are you?”

“ choose what… or WHO you kill.”

“ you gimme the fucking creeps.”

“ you don’t want to do this to me.”

“ put the knife down, ___.”

“ jesus christ that hurt!”

“ and then it hits me. it’s not me, it’s you. there’s something wrong about you.”

“ i should’ve listened to him/her. something’s wrong about you.”

“ that’s the kind of shit i used to fall for when i thought you liked me.”

“ you’re connected to this thing.”

“ maybe you didn’t do it, but i’m gonna find out. and some of what i find is gonna stick to you.”

“ ___, come on. for christ’s sake, cut the shit! it’s me!”

“ i should shoot you.”

“ for god’s sake let me out of this shit and quit acting like a fucking lunatic.”

“ goddamn it. come on, ___. snap out of it!”

“ ___ should see this. s/he was right about you.”

“ of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. after all, we can’t actually feel anything, can we?”

“ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves.”

“ have you done any reading on monsters like us?”

“ this happened, ___. the chain saw, the flying body parts, the … blood—”

“ we both suffered a classic traumatic event. it made me what i am—and i had a thought that it might do the same for you.”

“ you have to listen and do as i say. you have to. you should know that. it’s important.”

“ it’s a terrible mess, isn’t it?”

“ open them. open your eyes. open them NOW.”

“ look. or i will cut your eyelids right off your face.”

“ i am a very neat monster.”

“ oh, what a madcap little monster i’ve been.”

“ If i am ever careless enough to be caught, they will say i am a sociopathic monster, a sick and twisted demon who is not even human.”

“ yes, beg me. that’s good. much better.”

“ i understand perfectly. you see, i can’t help myself either.”

“ can’t? i don’t think i know that word.”

“ you are mine now. do exactly as i say.” 

“ be good and you will live longer.”

“ oh, dear, are we being squeamish? after what happened?”

“ how did you know i would want to? you couldn’t really know.”

“ it’s a little bit of a shock the first time, isn’t it?”

“ killing makes me feel good.”

“ i enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. but there it is. and it’s not just ANY killing, of course. it has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner—very complicated, but very necessary.”

“ i don’t want the cops to catch every serial killer out there. then what would i do for a hobby?”

“ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”

“ really? even after the new kill last night?”

“ imagine how it would’ve felt if i had killed you.”

“ i might have had to kill him/her.”

“ really, now: if you can’t get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?”

“ it looks very much like the killer might be me.”