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nverdied​:

             ‘ it  was  an  accident.  my  landlord  thought  i  was  robbing  my  own  apartment, ’     @fireorigins​.

Eyebrows raise, she blinks and without another word, a glass of whiskey on the rocks slides over to the other. Judging by the blood all over him, he looked like he needed it. “You wanna explain the rest of that story?” Being the owner of a bar for ghosts and ghouls, she’s seen and heard some shit, but this is up there.

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hey google how do i revamp my blog again-

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huntedvideo​:

                  it’s built up. it’s boiling. it festers like an open wound, it burns his chest. finley — the funny man, the one who laughs and smiles and pretends that everything’s alright — finds himself shaking. tremors run through his hands, his fingers. desperately he tries to hold it in. the anger. the guilt. every day he pushes down those feelings. he had a job to do ; he didn’t have time to process the emotions that only seemed to get in his way, to slow him down. it’s the loss of his mother, the disappearance of his father, every single person he cared about losing their lives or their morality simply because he got too close to them. he tries and fails, over and over, and he is tired. exhausted, down to aging bones. and he can’t take it, anymore.

he starts to pace. back and forth, his fists now clenched at his side to keep them steady. it doesn’t work. face scrunches slightly, nose pinching, brows furrowing. his jaw begins to ache as it clenches, his steps gaining speed. why him? what has he done to deserve it? any of it? never has finley been one for self pity, but that is simply something he couldn’t understand, even now. thoughts seem to leave him entirely then, time slowing as he spins around. one fist flies into the mirror on the wall behind him, the man screaming, letting loose everything he’s held in for so long. he only feels the now bleeding slices across his knuckles as a dull sensation, occupied with tears that well and spill down his cheeks. shuttering breath is taken as he turns, and only then does he notice the other standing in his bedroom’s doorway.

where normally finley wouldn’t be able to shut up, now no words find him. instead, a sob wrenches through his body, the man desperately trying to hold himself together, and failing. you weren’t supposed to see that, he wanted to say. no one was supposed to see that. instead, watery eyes avoid the others as he finds two ashamed words to murmur into the space between them, ‘ i’m sorry, ’     open.

It happened faster than Lucas could think; Fin had rushed towards his bedroom, shaking, clearly having something wrong and quite honestly, Lucas couldn’t blame him at all. They’ve both shared each other’s traumas, horrible incidents of the past that haunt the both of them, and it seemed that lately, it was hitting a boiling point. Lucas knew his adopted brother, Fin may try to be all smiles but Lucas could tell something was going on by the way his fists would clench, hands would shake and all else. So, though Lucas has been concerned for a while, it’s no surprise when Fin has to run to his bedroom. What was a surprise was the scream that emitted soon after, followed by the sounds of breaking glass coming from the bedroom. 

Lucas freezes for a moment, concern etched in his eyes as shoulders tense. Now, he’s really worried for his brother. “..Fin?” He calls out, and when no response is given, he moved to slowly step towards the bedroom door, being quiet, careful of what might happen next. “Fin..?” He calls again, worry in his tone, heart beating fast. He’s not scared for himself, he’s scared for his brother, for what he might do if no one intervened, if he was left alone like this. It wasn’t long before he made it to the doorway, and slowly pushed the door back open, revealing the scene before him. Blood and shards of glass surround Finley, and for once, his brother is quiet, no words leave him for a minute, the only sounds being the heaving of his breath, and that alone would speak volumes even outside of these circumstances.

Their eyes meet, his brother says sorry, and the tears make Lucas pause. He wants to hug him, pat his shoulder, something, but it’s a rare moment when Finley cries or breaks like this, and so he’s careful, yet quick to try to respond. “..No, no, bro don’t..” He’s scrambling to come up with a response, stepping closer before he finally says. “..don’t be sorry. It happens, okay? It’s.. It’s a breakdown, Fin, it’s normal.” Finally, he reaches out, his arms are open, a gesture to let Fin know he’s not afraid, he’s here. “It’s okay, we’re brothers, we’re there for each other, and right now, I’m here for you, man. Come on.”

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me: logs in me: drops some heartwrenching angst for @huntedvideo​ in their inbox me:

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razedtoashes​:

@fireorigins asked for a Hop starter (to Lily) ❤️

“ So, let’s pretend I ask you out on a real date. Like where we go to a restaurant and everything. What would you say? ”

“Hmm, not exactly a restaurant gal, but..” Her answer is going to be yes either way, the look in her eyes say as much ( as well as the bit of blush on her cheeks ), but there’s a moment where she feigns thinking it over before blue eyes glance to his as she responds. “..If I said yes, where would we go?”

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open starter

“Yeah, I remember all that being on the news but, uh..” She may or may not be inching towards the door already, visibly uncomfortable at the mere mention of the poster that hung up on the wall nearby. “Sorry but nope, not me, I just look like her.” Man, she knew it was a bad idea to come in here..

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so bc rose is technically on the run / missing and her case was on the news briefly after her ‘disappearance’, i would be v interested in threads where one muse recognizes her from a missing persons poster or an old news spot. 

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@rpmemes-galore​ -  which of your muses has had the most character growth since you started writing them?

Definitely Lily, mostly because she was the first muse I rped with, period, not just on tumblr but even before then. Her concept has stayed the same throughout most of her growth, but she’s changed and ‘grown up’ a lot since i’ve started. Aside from her, I would say either Susana or Lucas. Susana was always more of a side character until recently, I only just started to dive into her whole concept about two years ago and now she’s really become her own character. i love her sm.

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@debtwon​ -  ‘  i  spent  my  life  arguing  how  i  mattered  until  it  didn’t  matter .  ’ — kent.

“--But why? What made you feel the need to argue, then, about your relevance if you truly didn’t matter?” Eyes watch the other from behind the whiskey glass Kent then drank from. He waits to continue after taking another sip and placing the glass down upon the counter they leaned on. “Were you too tired to keep it all up, or was there something more to this whole story?”

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@debtwon​ -  “  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ” — morticia.

“It matters not whether you trust me or not.” The attitude-filled response was not uncommon, lady death found, among those who found themselves in this place; A realm between worlds, between life and death, it is no surprise that the mere existence of it would be so confusing to mortals to the point of such denial. Even so, as she raises her lantern, which just barely lit up the ever-present darkness around them, she persists. “The fact of the matter is, you’re here because you appear to have unfinished business in the life you once lived..” Dark eyes watch him, surveying his response. “..do you trust that to be correct?”

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Do U Care Them?

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     “ What do we say to DEATH? ”                                                 “       ‘Not today.’ ”

         But he just laughs, pats your back          and looks you  d e a d  in the eye:

                                                     “ There is no other way. ”

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@finleystevens​ sent: surprise  kiss. @ cass.

While it may seem that she only sent him out for groceries, in reality she needed him to be distracted because of all the birthday and valentines day plans she has in store for him. Because the two days are back to back, she loves to plan out a couple of surprises. She has a night in full of a horror movie marathon planned, some wine and cake for the night, and a big pancake breakfast planned for the morning. Next to the cake, in a few giftboxes on the dining table, there resides a few funny t-shirts with funny sayings like “boyfriend material” ( she has a matching one ), “god won’t let me die” “yeah i hunt, hunt for bigfoot” etc, and finally, in one big box, there resides a highly detailed, foot-tall sculpture rendition of p.ennywise, holding the boat in one hand and balloon in the other. Everything was set, all that needed to happen was for him to walk in the door.

-and as soon as Fin did just that, she surprised him with a warm kiss, welcoming him home with a sudden hug. Arms latched around his neck, making him stumble back with grocery bags in hand as her lips locked with his. It’s only when he gains composure does she gleefully giggle out. “Surprise, babe!” Inside, she’s only half sorry for what he’d been sent out for, and nearly making him drop the groceries. Still in his arms, she tilts her head to the dining table and asks. “What do you think?”

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fin & cassie feat. @fireorigins.

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“--Hey, unless you want to get thrown out on your ass, cool it and sit down.”

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“What are you gonna do, kill me?”

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calling ur dad “my father” is just the socially acceptable way of saying “my dads a bastard and i hate him”