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𝐈'𝐌  𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄,  𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄  𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐓  𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐃𝐎.

⸸ independent + selective + private  PAPA EMERITUS IV - COPIAof  The  Band  Ghost  written  by: Jambalaya ⸸

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Did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to

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“why do you have that look on your face?” //*waves spastically*

The  voice  startles  The   Groom   out  of   his  thoughts,  lips  curling  with   a   twitch  at  the  act  of  being   disrupted.  What   a   rude  thing  to  comment   on.  This  displeasure  dissolves  quickly  to   be   replaced   by   an   even, pleasant  expression.  There   is   nothing  behind   his  eyes.

"Look?   I  must   have   been   daydreaming   again...  silly  me."  He  says  whimsically,  looking  past  the  voice  and   it's   owner.

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high pain tolerance starters

“[Name], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“Did you dislocate a finger?”

“You’re slurring.”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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alicemarion​:

                    alice  thinks  better  of  mentioning  to  him  that  gruesome  things  don’t  bother  her  in  the  slightest.   it  has  been  years  since  she’d  begun  watching  countless  hours  of  slaughter  on  prepaid  television,   only  for  her  father’s  face  to  pale  while  she  would  doze  off  without  a  hitch  to  the  sound  of  rending  screams.   none  of  it  had  ever  been  real,   of  course:  fiction  is  somewhat  more  comforting  than  the  daily  news  program,   less  horrific.   but  she’d  since  come  to  terms  with  her  knowledge  that  those  tangible  horrors  lurked  just  outside  her  own  doorstep,   laying  in  wait  for  an  opportune  moment  to  seize  fresh  prey.   her  mind  had  since  been  haunted  by  the  lifting  of  the  gauze  over  her  eyes,   a  thin  veil  stripped  away  to  lay  the  cold,   uncaring  bones  of  the  world  bare.

                    how  can  she  not  worry  what  secrets  they  keep  in  the  face  of  truth?   her  hand  twitches,   dull  ache  of  a  missing  digit  the  reminder  of  her  undesired  knowledge.

               the  girl  continues  to  watch  as  a  silent  debate  plays  out  in  his  own  mind,   far  from  her  own  concerns.   it’s  almost  a  relief  when  he  offers  an  alternative  to  listening  to  the  closed  conversation  that  continues  at  a  decreased  volume  behind  the  door.   once  again,   she  ignores  quipping  about  the  late  hour  to  spare  them  both  the  embarrassment,   nodding  in  agreement.    ❛    that  sounds  great.   i’m  about  tired  of  takeout,   honestly.    ❜    not  that  groceries  were  included  in  their  strained  budget;   though  there  may  have  been  a  few  miscellaneous  items  left  over  from  the  family  that  had  previously  rented  the  abandoned  vacation  home.   alice  wonders,   very  sincerely,   how  long  it  has  been  since  any  of  them  has  laid  hands  on  a  fresh  vegetable  with  intent  to  cook  a  proper  meal.

                    eddie  seems  pretty  keen  on  the  idea  of  cooking,   so  alice  drifts  further  down  the  hall  with  a  vague  purpose  in  mind,   looking  all  the  part  of  a  pale  specter  with  skeletal  grace.   the  cuffs  of  her  pajamas  catch  every  so  often  on  the  wood  floors,   however,   which  sparks  her  annoyance.   not  so  ghostly.   she’d  originally  stopped  for  a  glass  of  water,   anyways.   surely  there  was  something  to  be  found  in  the  pantry?

❛    i’m  going  to  have  a  look  in  here,    ❜     she  mutters  as  her  head  of  blonde  hair  disappears  unceremoniously  around  the  corner,   feeling  around  the  wall  for  a  light  switch.   a  string  hangs  somewhere  overhead:   pulling  it  yields  nothing,   leaving  the  pantry  just  as  dark  as  before.   alice  huffs,   rolls  up  her  sleeves,   and  continues  her  search  nonetheless,   both  bare  hands  grazing  the  surrounding  shelves  and  stirring  up  a  thick  layer  of  dust.     ❛    ugh,   the  bulb  is  out.   do  you  have  a  flashlight?    ❜

Eddie’s  shoulders  visibly  relax,  muscles  giving  way  to  the  fondness  she  has  for  his  idea.  How  kind  she  is.  Very  much  unlike  the  others...  however  he  has  seen  her  throw  tantrums  of  her  own.  This  gaggle  of  vile  proportions  has  slowly  corrupted  her,  he’s  certain.  After  all,  what  girl  is  born  with  edges  so  jagged?  They’ve  surely  been  carved  for  her...as  his  have  been.  

“So  am  I.  A  homecooked  meal  is  just  what  we  need  to  warm  our  spirits.”  Gluskin  gives  another  smile  as  if  his  mood  had  already  been  improved,  on  an  empty  stomach  no  less.  With  that,  he  watches  the  child  go,  hovering  through  the  halls,  occasionally  stumbling.  A  low  hum  of  a  laugh  escapes  his  chest.  “Hmm.”  She  reminds  him  of  a  cygnet,  displaying  slivers  of  grace  to  come  while  waddling  along  after  their  mother.  When  she  disappears  into  her  own  deep  waters,  Eddie  finally  follows,  footsteps  somehow  lighter  than  hers.  He  has  learned  not  to  make  a  sound.    

“There  may  be  something  in  the  cellar...?”  He  trails  off  as  she  asks  for  proper  lighting.  The  others  have  the  flashlights.  They  keep  them  from  him...  as  if  he  would  use  them  for  anything  other  than  something  as  innocent  as  this.  Shame  on  them.  However,  cunning  as  he  is,  the  former  patient  retrieves  a  lighter  from  his  pocket.  They  don’t  know  he  has  the  tool.  “Here,  let  me.”  Eddie  leans  forwards,  over  the  girl  at  towards  the  shelves.  Nothing  of  use.  “Rat  poison.  We  don’t  want  that  do  we?”  Another  small  chuckle.  

“I’ve  been  down  in  the  cellar  before.  It  won’t  be  scary,  just  a  bit  dark.  Spiders  like  to  make  their  webs  there.”  

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Wow my first tumblr post? This is just fan art I made for fun! I’m planning on making more in the near future, stay tuned. :)

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Am I back? Yes. I think so. 

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I’m definitely a little rusty with the groom. I’m probably going to go listen to his voice lines and sit with that for a minute.....

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[OOC: I really adore your blog very much! ]

Thank you so much for this! I know that you sent this a long time ago but I'm just now really getting back here. I'm so glad you like my portrayal of Eddie! Hopefully I'll be able to stick around here more.