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They are officially organized by season!

Slowly but surely organizing all my scripts …. I think the autism won, y’all.

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Have to worm my way back into Will's brain and then get to writing here soon.

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Sacrifice of Isaac (1603)

— by Caravaggio

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe    intimacy    was    striking.    𝗧𝗛𝗘    𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗬    𝗪𝗔𝗦    𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚.    It    was    with    unbridled    tenderness    that    He    touched    Him,    and    Will    could    only    recount    a    slim    handful    of    times    throughout    the    duration    of    his    life    that    he’d    been    caressed    with    such    intense    care.    (  𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃    𝙰𝙻𝙻    𝙾𝙵    𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷    𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴    𝙱𝚈    𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙱𝙰𝙻’𝚂    𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳.  )  ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe    would    not    recoil    from    the    hand    that    fed    him,    not    this    time.    𝑁𝑜𝑡    𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟    𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.    His    heart    paralleled    a    ʰᵘᵐᵐᶦⁿᵍᵇᶦʳᵈ’ˢ    ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ ,    though    he    held    no    fear    in    the    darkening    cavern    of    his    chest    (    𝐹𝑂𝑅    𝑂𝑁𝐶𝐸    )    …    it    was    bursting    with    pure    anticipation ;    the    thrill    of    being    close.    The    warmth    of    ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ    ʰᵉˡᵈ    had    caused    him    to    shiver.    A    contradiction    in    its    own    right,    but    he    welcomed    the    internal    dissent.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝    What’s    your    plan    now    that    you    have    me    ᵃˡˡ    ᵗᵒ    ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ    ?     ❞    Had    he    fallen    victim    to    Hannibal’s    stratagem    …    or    had    he    simply    allowed    himself    to    become    entangled    in    the    web    they’d    spun    into    their    home  ?    Will’s    intentions    were    clear    now    only    to    himself,    and    he’d    never    tell.    It    didn’t    matter    anymore.

₀₁. ㅤㅤ @plesytojas : Sender  cradles  receiver’s  face.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝    𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥    𝗜𝗦 ...    ❞        Battered    and    bruised,    an    appearance    that    was    nothing    more    than    a    product    of    excessive    violence ;    a    state    of    being    that    wrapped    his    shoulders    like    a    𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌    𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕    meant    to    comfort    during    the    worst    moments    of    your    life.    It didn't ever seem to do much for him. He’d    be    fine.    He’d    survive.    (  𝙸𝙵    𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙰𝚂    𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.  )    But    at    what    cost,    he    wasn’t    sure.    Will    shook,    anxious    ˡᶦᵏᵉ    ᵃ    ᵇᵃᵈ    ᵈᵒᵍ    snapping    and     biting    off    more    than    he    could    chew    at    the    command    of    his    owner    boss.    Never    mind    what    was    good    for    him,    they    needed    results.    He    laughed    but    there    was    little    amusement    or    life    behind    it,    bringing    a    straw    to    his    lips    as    he    sipped    water.   

❝    You know, this    is    starting    to    feel    like    a    bad    case    of    𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎    𝑣𝑢    …    or    maybe    this    is    just    my    regular    Tuesday    now,    𝑎𝑛𝑑    𝐼’𝑑    𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟    𝑔𝑒𝑡    𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑    𝑡𝑜    𝑖𝑡.    ❞

₀₁. ㅤㅤ@susponte : ❛ Today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗛𝗘    𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡’𝗧    𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪    𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧    𝗛𝗘    𝗪𝗔𝗦    𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚.    Collecting    another    stray    dog,    maybe.    This    little    habit    of    his    never    ceased,    not    even    on    the    road.    Despite    all    the    atrocities    he’d    witnessed    firsthand,    every     statistic    inlaid    in    the    back    of    his    brain    about    the    dangers    of    hitchhiking,    Will    Graham    could    not    resist    ˢᶜᵒᵒᵖᶦⁿᵍ    ᵘᵖ    such    innocent    creatures    ⸺    folding    his    wings    over    to    protect    them    from    harm in ways nobody had ever done for him.    (  𝙰𝚂    𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃    𝙷𝙴    𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳,    𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.  )    ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe    seemed    nice    enough.    Maybe    a    little    too    nice,    if    not,    severely    sheltered.    She    was    a    child.    Untouched    by    the    𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆    𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆    of    human    existence    in    a    way    he    had    not    been    in    a    very,    very    long    time.    He    wondered    if    she    was    better    off    for    it,    or    if    she’d    be    more    likely    to    put    herself    in    harm’s    way    …    hell,    she’d    gotten    in    the    car    with    him,    hadn’t    she  ?    Not    the    wisest    decision,    but    there    were    ᶠᵃʳ    ʷᵒʳˢᵉ    ᵒⁿᵉˢ    to    be    made.    ❝    Not    running    away    from    home,    ᵃʳᵉ    ʸᵒᵘ  ?    That    never    works.    ❞

₀₁. ㅤㅤ @amoresis : [  ROAD  TRIP  ] The sender and receiver embark on a road trip together; the purpose could be anything at all, but what’s important is that the journey lasts at least several hours. Additionally, the sender and receiver are the only people in the car!

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The    fact    that    Will    has    such    a massive    soft    spot    towards    children    and    wants    to    protect    them    from    the    harshness    of    the    world    in    ways    he    was    never    protected    as    a    child    is    something    so    personal    to    me.    Especially    because    he    gets    deeply  upset    and    angry    with    himself    when    he's    unable    to    protect    them,    or    unable    to    give    them    back    the    things    or the childhood that    was    stolen    from    them.

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[dreamily] not only is he amoral cruel violent and manipulative, he’s also extremely annoying in his day-to-day interpersonal conduct

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Daphne du Maurier, from Rebecca

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝    𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧    ?    ❞            Returning    to    reality    wasn’t    unlike    breaking    the    surface    of    the    ocean    after    nearly    drowning    beneath    the    waves,    saltwater    ᶠˡᵒᵒᵈ��ⁿᵍ    ᵗʰᵉ    ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ    and    darkness    submerging    all    of    his    senses.    He    couldn’t    tell    you    what    he’d    been    doing,    he    just    knew    that    he    had    a    𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆-𝒌𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅    𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑    on    the    end    of    Winston’s    leash,    who’d    been    busy    sniffing    curiously    around    the    nearby    telephone    pole.    ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝    Oh    ⸺    sorry,    I    ⸺    zoned    out.     ❞    It    took    a    moment    for    his    mind    to    return    to    his    body,    readjusting    to    his    surroundings.    New    city,    new    house    …    𝑛𝑒𝑤    𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.    Something    he    definitely    wasn’t    used    to,    and    wasn’t    sure    he    liked    all    that    much.    It    reminded    him    of    growing    up    near    New    Orleans ;    shotgun    houses    and    cramped    alleyways,    streets   ᵇᵘˢᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ    with    people    at    all    odd    hours    of    the    night.    ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    ⸺    Is    that    a    Ducati    ?    ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(    𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃.    )    Will    sounded    almost    perplexed    upon    asking,    adjusting    the    frames    of    his    glasses    as    his    gaze    flittered    downward    to    the    sleek    body    of    the    motorcycle    currently    getting    some    maintenance.    It    was    a    wonder    the    man    hadn’t    been    robbed    yet.

₀₁. @riselazarus : ❛ like what you see? ❜

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ? 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘. ㅤㅤThe    apple    is    most    commonly    known    for    being    associated    with    the    forbidden    fruit    that    Eve    eats    in    Catholicism    which    casts    her    and    Adam    out    of    heaven:    original    sin.    However,    apples    are    also    symbolic    to    Pagan    fertility    goddesses,    the    seeds    of    which    are    five    and    showcase    a    pentagram    when    cut    horizontally.    The    apple    in    any    case,    represents    wisdom    and    knowledge,    independent    desire    and    curiosity.    You    are    someone    who    seeks    to    understand    the    world    better.    You    believe    in    independent    thought    and    asking    questions    which    to    some    may    be    hard    to    answer.    There's    been    times    where    you    may    have    persecuted    for    being    different    from    how    others    expect    you    to    act,    but    have    never    let    that    stop    you    from    speaking    your    mind    and    taking    what    you    want.    However,    be    wary    of    leaping    into    things    you    don't    understand.    Knowledge    is    a    wonderful,    illuminating    thing,    but    knowing    too    much    can    be    a    burden    to    some.

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After four hours, his Carrd is finally done.

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"THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU HURT ME" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for painful conversations, adjust as necessary

we didn't exactly part ways on a good note.

i'm still waiting for my apology. you know. the one you owe me?

i hated what you've done to me.

the guilt eats me up inside.

you put me in an awkward position.

i thought i told you i never wanted to see you again.

this isn't what i had in mind.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

i want you to leave me alone.

you haven't apologized for what you did.

i don't want to see you. i never want to see you.

i said it once and i'll say it again. leave me alone!

go away, and never come back here!

i can't forgive you.

you're just sorry you got caught.

if you're looking for forgiveness, you won't find it here.

you broke my heart. what part of that do you not understand?

how am i supposed to just look the other way?

i stuck my neck out for you, and this is the thanks i get?

you were never going to apologize.

can we speak of this another time? i'm busy.

i never want to see your face again.

you know what? lose my number.

get out of my face.

you're not welcome here anymore.

i should have apologized ages ago.

you missed your chance to apologize to me.

you had plenty of opportunities to say sorry.

you're not sorry for what you did.

can't you just leave me alone?

i'm here to apologize to you.

i'll do anything you ask of me.

you know i had no other choice.

go somewhere else. not here. you're not welcome here.

don't come any closer.

turn around and walk straight out the door.

i said get away from me.

i just need five minutes of your time.

i think i owe you a pretty substantial apology.

the last time i saw you... i hurt you. i didn't mean to hurt you, but i know i did.

could you give me a second chance to make it up to you?

i can still see the hurt on your face.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

i should have come to you sooner, i'll admit.

is there any way we can talk about what happened?

i never should have done what i did.

you have no idea the damage you caused.

i think it'd be best if we never spoke again.

delete my number.

what i did to you... is unforgiveable.

could you at least listen to me for five minutes?

i never meant to hurt you like this.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

you deserved better than that. i know that now.

what if we tried again?

maybe i don't deserve forgiveness after all.

i don't even want to hear it.

don't say another word.

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&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ how did you get this scar? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

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ㅤㅤㅤ❝    If    I    wanted    to    𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍    𝒚𝒐𝒖,    I    wouldn’t    do    it    like    this.    Too    many    ᵛᵃʳᶦᵃᵇˡᵉˢ    in    a    roadside    ambush,    and    not    very    𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆    either ...    ❞    His    focus    is    not    drawn    towards    her    threats,    flashlight    beam    highlighting    the    engine    as    he    shoved    the    end    of    the    torch    into    his    mouth    and    began    rummaging    to    confirm    his    suspicions.    Behind    his    eyes,    there    was    vast    wealth    of    knowledge    gained    from    years    of    fixing    𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑡    𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠    and    cars    alike.    The    sentiment    lingers    as  �� he’s    nearly    transported    back    to    his    youth    …    moments    with    his    father,    where    he    had    fashioned    himself    into    an    ᵉᵃᵍᵉʳ    ᶠˡᵉᵈᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ    taken    under    the    wing    of    the    man    who    seemed    to    have    all    the  answers.    ㅤ ❝    Battery’s    dead.    We’re    gonna    need    a    jump.     ❞

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

"you have got to be fucking —" mary slammed the car door shut, somehow resisting the urge to let her heel dig into the door after she stumbled out, staring at her travel companion. the cold air hit her cheeks like nails, digging in and flushing her pale skin in what was mere moments. "— kidding me!" her heels dug into the soft, damp dirt beneath her, and a trail of curses left her lips as will popped the hood of the car. "i swear to god, will graham, if you fucking brought me out here to kill me — " she stumbles, slightly, her heel getting caught in the change from dirt to pavement. "you have your fucking work cut out for you!" her gaze hardens, and she's staring icily at the back of his head, vaguely wondering what he'd look like strung up by the sinews of his shoulders before she snaps back into reality. "you better figure this shit out fast."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s    about    𝒕𝒘𝒐    𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔    worth    of    whiskey    in    his    system,    and    he    had    hoped    to    God    it    would    do    more    than    it    did.    Not    even    enough    to    coat    his    nerves.    The    man    stands    beneath    a    nearby    tree,    branches    lowered    and    ᵈʳᵒᵒᵖᶦⁿᵍ    to    frame    him    like    a    𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟.    He’s    got    his    coat    draped    over    his    arm,    standing    rigidly    as    he    observes    the    woman    strewn    in    the    grass.    Should    he    pick    up    her    heels,    make    sure    nobody    else    takes    them ?    𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑    ℎ𝑒    𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 ?  (    𝙷𝙴’𝙳    𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴    𝚃𝙾    𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴.    ) For    now,    he’d    stay,    more    or    less    against    his    will.    One    of    those    social    obligations    he    wasn’t    all    that    fond    of,    but    being trapped in conversation was better    than    leaving    an    intoxicated    woman    by    herself    in    the    middle    of    a    park    at    night.    ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    Well ... disrupts    circadian rhythms,    migration    patterns    …    turns    out    𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔    don’t    really    like    it    much    either.    ❞    is    all    he    can    manage    to    say,    ʳᵃᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠᶠ    information    he’d    absorbed    from    a    book    long    ago.    Graham    thought    better    of    disclosing    the    fact    that    he    lived    in    the    middle    of    the    woods,    and    rarely    had    an    issue    with    not    being    able    to    see    the    stars.    ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    …    Should    I    call    you    a    cab    ?    ❞

"this is what i hate about cities," the words are liquor-loose in her mouth, though it's a bit of an affect ; irene is no lightweight, and she's only had two drinks. it's easier to be truthful if people think you're tipsy. they excuse more. you become charming and silly rather than abrupt. fingers splay and she looks up at the dark-dark-dark sky through them from her spot in the grass, her heels abandoned by her side and her hair spread out across the ground behind her. little pocket of a park isn't enough to escape the urbanity of it all. "light pollution. you can hardly see the stars."

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