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“Did you think I wouldn’t see you there?” 

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   jealous / possessive  meme

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ” 

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him  ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”

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Been stressed tf out lately, hence the lack of activity. I’ll try to do some replies tonight 

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sentence starters; pvris - white noise

❝ this isn’t violence. ❞

❝ this is just a war in my head. ❞

❝ don’t you try to run right now, cause baby i could burn you down. ❞

❝ you make your way into my veins, course right through my limbs and dig your way into my brain. ❞

❝ so when the second that you walk into a room, i can’t help myself from the things that you do. ❞

❝ oh you’re killing me right now. ❞

❝ i think it’s time you burn me down. ❞

❝ i love the things we do, when it’s just me and you. ❞

❝ you’re just a ghost of blissful feelings, a cloud of smoke that i keep breathing. ❞

❝ i’m losing you to the games in my mind. ❞

❝ don’t wanna open my eyes. ❞

❝ i know it’s chemicals, that make me cling to you. ❞

❝ and i need a miracle to get away from you. ❞

❝ and i’m not spiritual but please stay, cause i think you’re a saint and i think you’re an angel. ❞

❝ you give me something to talk about, that’s not the shit in my head. ❞

❝ you’re a miracle. ❞

❝ take in your chemicals. ❞

❝ i gotta stay with you. ❞

❝ and i’m not spiritual but please stay, cause you’re a glimpse of bliss a little taste of heaven. ❞

❝ you give me something to think about, that’s not the shit in my head. ❞

❝ i need a miracle to bring me back to you. ❞

❝ i know you’re gone now but i still wait for you. ❞

❝ who let you in? ❞

❝ you walk around like you own the place. ❞

❝ guess it was all my fault, i think i let you in. ❞

❝ never thought that i would feel like this. ❞

❝ such a mess when i’m in your presence, i’ve had enough think you’ve been making me sick, gotta get you outta my system. ❞

❝ it’s my house, and i think it’s time to get out. ❞

❝ it’s my soul, it isn’t yours anymore. ❞

❝ but darling you can’t stay. ❞

❝ haven’t you heard? i’m not yours anymore. ❞

❝ yeah you’ve got it all, but you’ve got it all wrong. ❞

❝ you’re a poor unfortunate soul. ❞

❝ oh i know, you make it seem that you feel whole. so they don’t know, you’re a poor unfortunate soul. ❞

❝ yeah you put on a faith facade, think you’re holy when you’re not. ❞

❝ i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re simply lost. ❞

❝ but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to god. ❞

❝ you’re just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones. ❞

❝ oh you’re all alone. ❞

❝ and you say that i’ve got it all wrong. ❞

❝ cause you just know, i’m a poor unfortunate soul. ❞

❝ you’re shallow and empty and filled with regret. ❞

❝ i think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck. ❞

❝ don’t think i didn’t notice. ❞

❝ it’s hard to be what you need through a static screen. ❞

❝ i’m watching. i’m waiting. i’m aching. suffocating. i’m breathing. i’m speaking. can you hear me? i’m screaming, for you. ❞

❝ day by day, i’m slowly replaced in your picture frames. ❞

❝ sick of the lack of signal. sick of the lack of touch. ❞

❝ can you hear me? ❞

❝ don’t blame your death, on the shit in your head that you claimed ate you like a virus for days on end. ❞

❝ i watched you decay, watched you wast away. ❞

❝ who’d you think you’d fool baby? ❞

❝ so go ahead, yeah just drop dead. ❞

❝ you’re out of line, buried yourself alive an expected to be fine. ❞

❝ your bridges are burning, and all the tables are turning. ❞

❝ what you give is what you get, and in your case that’s nothing but guilt and regret. ❞

❝ i can’t sleep, that’s when you’re torn away from me. ❞

❝ i’ll face my fear of the sunrise, when i wake up with your hand inside mine. ❞

❝ it’s hard to say good morning, when it’s followed with goodbye. ❞

❝ you make my world spin. ❞

❝ i’ll wait to see you again. ❞

❝ i know you’re dead inside, but you make me feel alive. ❞

❝ i’m the one with the ghosts in my bed, but they only come alive at night. ❞

❝ i swear that i’ll be fine in the daylight. ❞

❝ it’s my head not my heart that’s strayed. ❞

❝ i’m sorry i keep pushing you away. ❞

❝ why can’t you stay, up against these things i can’t see? ❞

❝ make me believe. ❞

❝ now you’re up against the ghosts in my head. ❞

❝ you struck a match, and left me to burn. ❞

❝ it doesn’t feel right, to feel the weight of your world in my spine. ❞

❝ you’ve had me going, out of my mind. ❞

❝ i wanna feel something, that’s not the touch of your breath on my neck. ❞

❝ i shouldn’t give in, but i let you win, i let you in. ❞

❝ i won’t let you in. ❞

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A guy who seemingly had other plans than to just get her hammered and in bed? It was a pleasant surprise, and something Moira couldn’t just dismiss.

“Well, when do you want to go?” Despite Moira’s attempts of acting as though this was something she was asked all the time, she reminded herself of a teenager who’s just been asked to go on a date for the first time. At this point she just hoped she didn’t seem completely pathetic, and if she did, she could only pray he found it somewhat charming. 

Donovan wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. Usually he would just seduce his victim into bed, have sex with them then feed on them and leave them dead. But since that wasn’t the plan here with this girl then he had to do this differently. So far it seemed to be going well. He had her on the hook. He just had to reel her in and secure her as his. “Maybe I can show you around town sometime,” he offered. “Maybe grab a drink or a bite to eat.” Yes, that’s what normal people did together right?

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With a half smirk, Moira gently gripped his hand and shook it. “You can call me Moira.” Not long after the maid had introduced herself did she let go of his hand and motioned for him to follow her. “So..upgrade? I take it you don’t know much about this house then. Coming here isn’t much of an upgrade to anything -- unless you take into account that I come with the house, of course.” 

he breathes forth an inaudible sigh before a polite nod leads him through the threshold, holding out his hand to greet her properly. ‘ it’s that obvious huh? ’ ( in reality, freddy knew that even when he was wearing that phony wedding ring, he reeked of bachelor ) but that was irrelevant. ‘ well fortunately i ain’t doing too bad – thought i’d upgrade. ’ a pause, finally meeting the maid’s eye. ‘ so what do i call you? ’

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A chuckle passed Moira’s rosy lips. “Please, he would never. Ben is too proud to bend over for a guy, and we both know he’s been fantasising about this body ever since he first saw me. And after all, I’m technically doing a good deed, you’re just looking to screw married men for the hell of it.” Her lips curled up into a smug smile. “But if this is some kind of competition then fine, I’m in. Only one question,  what does the winner get?”

@indxctricis liked the thing ahs murder house verse ; los angeles, usa

“See, and THIS is where we differ, darling- your method of temptation has some sort of moral to it, at the end of the day. I just need something to DISTRACT myself from the banalities of eternity.” And from his own heartache; not that he will ever verbally admit to that. “But he is an ADDICT, and trust me when I say I have a uniquely keen insight into how addiction works. He may not normally take an interest in MEN, but I have no doubt that can be changed.”

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“I don’t think addicts were responsible for that.” There was a pause. She almost debated whether to continue or not, for all she knew Mr. March would simply dismiss it and tell Moira to go clean it up -- she’d never cleaned something like that before, she wasn’t sure how to make those kind of stains go away; and how she dreaded the possibility of having to ask. 

“There’s blood. Everywhere.” And she certainly meant everywhere. It was like something out of a horror film, like something straight out of Hitchcock’s twisted mind. The floor, walls, furniture...All painted a crimson red. 

If she didn’t already have his attention, the mention of Room 64 certainly made him listen. His first thought was naturally that his collection had been interfered with — but accessing it wasn’t so simple a mere maid could do it. Any alarm compromising his expression was replaced by irritation.

“Despite attempts to reinvent this place as a respectable environment, you should expect unpleasant scenes left behind by hopped-up addicts frequenting this hotel. It is scarcely MY concern.” James stressed the point with a dismissive swipe of his hand — only to raise a brow as he reconsidered. “Unless you mean to say you’ve stumbled upon something more… interesting.”

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                                There is much beauty in darkness

-Indie Morticia Addams -Semi selective -Mun & Muse 18+

                                                    -Home-Rules-Ask-

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Lorde Lyrics Sentence Meme

“Be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen in tears.”

“Everything I say falls right back into everything I’m not.”

“Getting caught’s half of the trip though, isn’t it?”

“I know it’s not forever.”

“I know we’re not everlasting.”

“I like you…”

“I’d like it if you stayed.”

“I’ll never go home again.”

“I’m the one you tell your fears to…”

“I’ve never felt more alone.”

“It drives you crazy, getting old.”

“It feels so scary getting old.”

“It’s a new art form, showing people how little we care.”

“It’s clear that someone’s gotta go.”

“Nothing’s wrong but nothing’s true.”

“Only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone. What does that make me?”

“The way they are, the way they seem, is something else.”

“This dream isn’t feeling sweet.”

“We gladiate but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves.”

“We let our battles choose us.”

“We might be hollow, but we’re brave.”

“We’re a train wreck waiting to happen.”

“We’re hollow like the bottles that we drain.”

“We’re never done with killing time. Can I kill it with you?”

“We’ve both got a million bad habits to kick, not sleeping is one.”

“You know, we’re on each other’s team.”

“You’re my best friend, and we’re dancing in a world alone.”

“You’re the only friend I need… but that will never be enough.”

“You’ve been drinking like the world was gonna end.”

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Okay but is anybody else’s activity acting up? Because I’m not okay with this 

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                                There is much beauty in darkness

-Indie Morticia Addams -Semi selective -Mun & Muse 18+

                                                    -Home-Rules-Ask-

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“Oh my god.” That was the only thing she could think of saying. Moira had never been much of a believer in anything really, but here she stood. Face to face with a dead man. “...Why can I see you? Would Constance and  Hugo be able to? Do they already know about you?” So many questions, but it was all she could do; ask. 

He drops the jacket back into place, obscuring the wound. “I am going to give you the benefit of the DOUBT on that one and just confirm what you already know- yes. It is real. I told you, my wife SHOT me. At very close range with a very big shotgun.”

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Moira was used to people staring; men, women, she was used to it all. The maid was very aware her outfit did half the job, she rarely minded; Hell, sometimes she even went out of her way to have eyes locked on her. To leave people nearly begging for a taste of the woman. Yet, something had her skin crawl just now. Moira couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, maybe she should simply brush it off as a reaction to what she just witnessed. The blood -- All that blood. 

“I think something has happened in room 64. I thought about just cleaning it, but I figured you might want to have a look.”

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Perhaps this was now the fashion, James thought — but he’d never permit Miss Evers to wear something so indecent. The new maid certainly knew how to make an impression, and while he’d usually appreciate women in uniforms agreeable to look at, it potentially endangered the hotel’s recent attempts to seem less morally bankrupt, more family friendly. Such was the way Los Angeles had gone in the last century, he supposed, and…

…and he withdrew from his thoughts, remembering there was probably a reason she’d approached him. Simply staring at her wasn’t good business practice. “Were you saying something?”

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“What would you suggest? Sitting around and listen to you complain about how terrible your afterlife is?” 

Moira nonchalantly tapped her duster against her leg. She didn’t appear young in order to seduce the teen. No, he reminded her far too much of his parents -- that psychotic woman and the deadbeat pervert - Yes. He was exactly like his parents. 

“And if I don’t clean, who will? You?” She didn’t bother giving him the time to respond. “No. Like a true teenager, you enjoy making a mess far more than you enjoy cleaning it. I mean, I can’t recall ever seeing you burying any bodies or cleaning up any blood.”

he’d been minding his own business, headphones  in, music  playing  from  the ipod that violet had left him with. of course, his go to band was nirvana. it amazed him that he could listen to their albums whenever he wanted,  he felt old already (although he’d be forever young). feet up, he tapped his  leg repeatedly with his hand, in time to the music.

moments later moira entered the room; sometimes she was young, wearing that seductive maid outfit that caused men’s knees  to  buckle.  not  him,  it  never really got to him. maids weren’t his thing. 

❝ you know, you don’t actually have to do your job. you’re D E A D. ❞