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Do you think hauntings can go both ways. Like, if a ghost is a dead person who can't move on, what is an alive person who can't let go of someone dead? Grief as a form of haunting. Dragging the memory of a corpse with you because it's all that's left of them. Seeing them out of the corner of your eye sometimes. You know. It pairs nicely with obsession of revenge

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I don't even like blasting my ray gun anymore. I don't like flying my UFO around anymore

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big fan of when emotions are converted into magic

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The trope I appreciate very much

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Hey can i rip your wings off? Haha sorry that was wierd. Can i tear your halo from your head? Haha omg that was so random. Can i tear the divinity from your wretched form, removing you from the guiding hand and will of that which made you? Can i supplant your divine spark with wires and cables? Can i replace your golden halo with a golden circuitboard? Hypothetically

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I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain

If this is a prison I’m willing to bite my own chain

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answering “are you dating” with “it’s complicated” when the complicated part is that hes a manifestation of your worst fears that tried to fucking kill you is insane btw

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tag the oc who's not in therapy and should be

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me: chat what do we think

the angel and devil on my shoulders: can you not call us that please

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tzuri gueta in haute couture ateliers: the artisans of fashion - hélène farnault (2014)

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a bunch of alts to that cam post but its lyrics from songs that are actually on her playlist

bonus that i just thought was funny under the cut:

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youre in charge now *clocks out* *my eavil twin whos favroite hobbies include staring at the devils screen for 56 hours straight and drawing questionable pictures is clocked in*

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Worth Every Hurt

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god. ollie is henriks clerval

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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

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Someone: How are you doing?

The fractured piece of an eldritch deity that I keep in my head at all times: lie.