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jeremiah fitzgerald i never lost hope in yiu.

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birthday gift to myself: adding that strange little freak to my muse list tomorrow (hopefully . if im not too busy)

and what if i actually did start writing phone guy. what then . would anyone care (/silly)

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and what if i actually did start writing phone guy. what then . would anyone care (/silly)

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Justified Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences from Justified (2010-2015). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I love the way you talk - using 40 words where four would do."

"I took no pleasure in what I did. I hate to think of it, even to this day."

"Of all the bad habits I've tried to quit, smoking is the hardest."

"What's the matter with you? Are you not used to positive attention?"

"A man who speaks out of both sides of his mouth deserves to have it permanently shut."

"Let me do this! Don't take away the one thing I know how to do!"

"I'm going to need Google Translate on my phone if I'm going to keep talking to you!"

"This may be a silly question, but do you have a plan?"

"You know, you can know a man your whole life, and not really know him at all."

"You know what I'm wondering? What do you tell yourself at night when you lay your head down that allows you to wake up in the morning pretending that you're not the bad guy?"

"There's no point going into a relationship assuming people are going to disappoint you."

"The idea behind organised crime is that it's supposed to be organised!"

"I've always looked out for you, and I always will. Don't lose faith in me now."

"I would much rather help you than hurt you, so start talking."

"Just because I knew your daddy, don't think I won't have you killed right now."

"Doing what you do, you must run into your fair share of awfulness. Make you see things you can't unsee. What do you do to take the edge off?"

"Can we just for a second stop talking about what a mess my life is, and get back to talking about how you don't need to be here anymore?"

"Am I allowed to ask who you're protecting me from?"

"I'd just about forgot how much I hate the sound of your voice!"

"You spend your life thinking you're one kind of person. You get up every day, put on clothes, do what needs doing. Try to have fun somewhere in between. That's who you figure you are. All those things you've done. And then one day..."

"I'm not going to take your compliment after taking your insult!"

"I've been accused of being a lot of things, but inarticulate isn't one of them."

"The world is full of empty promises."

"How long are you going to make me stand here before you offer me a drink?"

"In all my years of doing business, this is a first - and I don't mean that in a good way."

"My life was only ever going to end one way. I've been at peace with that for a very long time now."

"I have to admit, I find your blatant abuse of government privilege incredibly sexy."

"You really think I would betray my family?"

"You know what you could never understand? Some men lead, and some men follow - and when you can lead and you refuse to follow, you die alone in the desert."

"So, how is it that you actually got prettier?"

"I can't tell you what it means to lay these weary eyes on your beautiful face."

"You don't strike me as a beach person."

"Unless you want to meet your maker today, I'd take your finger off that trigger."

"I know it's been a hard road, but you didn't sign up with me because it was going to be easy."

"I really don't understand your fascination with this man. What is it about him? His hair?"

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i miss you guys a lot .... how are you guys doing ..... i havent talked to yall in forever ... how have your lives been going.........

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❝ There, are you happy? Enjoying the freak show? ❞ ( for ciar, from mike asdfjsdakhajl / @ladyseidr )

" there , are you happy ? enjoying the freak show ? "

[[ im sorry this may end up being . mostly unrelated to the reply itself but the concept of ciar and mike being coworkers at a fazbear establishment when will isnt around (be it because hes like Gone gone or just not there to supervise them) is so fucking funny to me. just. the fact that mike has to deal with ciar, too, now. ciars just as batshit (affectionate) as will except ciar actually wants to be mikes friend so its just like. such a strange situation for the two of them to navigate even without the whole. murderous animatronic side of things being factored in. its just a mess. also the timeline for this may or may not make sense im not entirely sure i just kinda got an idea and ran with it . this also may not make sense with the prompt but uhhh fuck it we ball i wrote way too much of this to go back now

also apologies this has been mostly finished in the bottom of my drafts for so long . figured it would be easy enough to finish up and toss out while i try and get back into the swing of things.

EDIT ITS BEEN A YEAR AND A HALF WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEVER POSTED THIS. i am sooooo good at running this blog are you kidding me (/sar) (this is literally SO old. i dont care . its sitting here finished so i am going to post it . i havent posted anything in forever this will have to do.) ]]

-- [ asked by @ladyseidr ] --

Ciarán had to stifle a bemused huff at the comment, turning away under the guise of checking out the door with his flashlight to hide his smile. "Freak show? What, y'mean like this isn't just a regular Tuesday night for you? 'S really not that bad, y'know." ...Famous last words, of course. Not that bad. Yeah, right. As if getting stuck in this stupid restaurant together for the next few hours wasn't enough, the central power to the building had decided to crap out on them, and now he and Michael were stuck in the Parts and Service room, trying to fix it. Well– Michael was trying to fix it, fiddling with the breaker box on the wall, because Michael actually knew what he was doing. Ciarán got stuck on guard duty because he was a moron and would probably only make it worse if he laid hands on the thing.

Despite the fact that they'd shared quite a few shifts recently — mostly day shifts, they'd never been stuck on the same night shift together ... this was some kind of scheduling mishap, he figured — it'd never been ... Like this. Sure, the bots liked to wander around at night, and the tech in the building was iffy at best, but the power had never just shut off on them like it had a few minutes ago. Not without reason. They'd hardly even clocked in before it shut down this time, and, well ... he hadn't gotten that substantial of a look at the breakers before he'd been stationed at the door, but he was pretty sure that a tripped breaker or two wouldn't have resulted in those wires being practically ripped out of the wall like that. Something was wrong, tonight, and, well — he feared he knew exactly why.

He'd had a close call with one of the animatronics at the end of his shift last night. Not just the typical, y'know, one of them wandered too close to his office type deal, but ... he'd been on his way out the door, past the robots that had returned to their stage — y'know, shut down, like they were supposed to be every morning, charging up a bit before their first performances later in the day — when one of them had... Noticed him, for lack of a better word. The rabbit– it had somehow dragged itself out of rest mode and was ... staring at him. It liked to stare, he knew it did, had seen it on the cameras countless times, but this was different. Worse. It was tracking his movements through the room, jaw hanging open, emitting some kind of droning hum, and, well– Ciarán hadn't known what to make of it at the time, just taking it as his cue to get the fuck out of there, but now he thinks he knows what that was.

It had recognized him.

He'd never been quite sure if these four were the same models from the old location, if they were the same ones that–

Well. You know the story. And, considering all that, and the absolute shit that he and Michael were stuck in right now, he was getting the impression that they did, too.

He really, really hoped he was wrong. They were just robots, right? Just mechanical parts. Mechanical parts under a plush shell that surely couldn't hold any kind of grudge against him for — any reasons in particular. They didn't work like that. They did what they were programmed to do and nothing else. They didn't have the mind to want to do anything else. Surely there was some other explanation for why he felt eyes watching him from the shadows, why he couldn't seem to catch any of the 'bots in the beam of his flashlight no matter how hard he tried to follow the sound of their heavy footsteps.

This was no freak show �� just some kind of malfunction. Or maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. They'd get the power back on in no time and all would be well, they'd be able to finish their shift and part ways safe and sound. There was no reason for him to believe otherwise. None, save for those memories tucked away in the back of his mind, the guilt prickling at the back of his neck. Not guilt as in shame, of course — there was no remorse here — but as in blame. He knew what he and William did, and he didn't regret it one bit.

The only thing he truly regretted was the fact that he couldn't inform the kid of his suspicions. It would be the smart thing to do, for his safety, at least, to tell him what he knew, but ... that was a part of his past that only he and one other person knew of, and it was going to stay that way. It wasn't something he could just tell Michael about. Not if he wanted the kid to cooperate with him, not if he wanted any hope of keeping them both safe.

His hand tightened around the flashlight, staving away the nervous tremors that had attempted to make themselves known. Despite his blasé humor, his attempts to act like he wasn't affected by the situation– this was quite literally a nightmare scenario for him. Not only was his past catching up to him, but of course Michael was there while it happened. Damn it, he liked the kid. Had come to see him as a friend, even. He didn't want him to be caught up in all this. ( He had no clue how deeply entwined with it all he already was, how he was already as much of a target in the eyes of the monsters in the halls as Ciarán himself was. Placing all the blame upon himself, where it should've been, instead of where they put it, he could never realize how severely he and William's actions had affected the boy's life. Continued to affect it. All due to an unfortunate resemblance, some children's foggy memories... If he'd known what his actions were going to cause, well– things might not have been different, but he certainly would've been more careful, at the very least. )

"Would you hurry up with that?" An edge to his tone — not quite snapping at the boy, but, well ... he'd managed to sufficiently psych himself out about the whole situation. Gone were his attempts at staying cool. To say it was all making him a little tense would be an understatement. "Not to rush you or anything — but I think I lost track of the purple one. So. Pardon me 'f I'd like to get back to the office. You know, the one place in this godforsaken building with doors that can actually keep those things out? Yeah. Safe to say I'm not a fan of being out here." Sorry, Mikey. This isn't your fault. Ciar's just losing his mind a little. Don't take it too hard.

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world's most well adjusted child

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is this anything

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shitpost idea from here

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TIMOTHY OLYPHANT JUSTIFIED, SEASON ONE

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hi. this ↑ was a lie. theres at least one if not two new muses bouncing around in there and im blaming the new game . what can i say. no matter what feelings i may or may not have about this game i am still a sucker for overworked underpaid fazbear employees and their . emotionally detached and casually cruel ( by necessity ) corporate shill higher-ups that end up putting them in mortal danger no matter how much they may not want to because they are just as exploited and mistreated by faz ent as their " subordinates. " they also talk exclusively through phone or intercom this is also very important. this is my favorite dynamic sorry guys you cant take this from me. im already like . really ill over them theres nothing i can do about it

i am in an incredibly strange situation at the moment . one of the only fnaf muses i have. any motivation to write whatsoever right now is one that ive never. actually written here before? + of course its one that has little to no canon characterization and the way i see the character has been like . irreversibly and irrevocably influenced by someone elses interpretation of him that i used to write with and i. genuinely dont know how to extricate him from their interpretation enough that i can feel that im not like . stealing it. they were so Correct and Right about how they wrote him that i sort of just accepted it all as the Truth ( and a lot of our thoughts about him were the same ) and i dont know how much more of him i can think up to make him unique enough that i dont feel guilty about it. like theres not much else about him i can use to build off of that they didnt already take into consideration. im not trying to steal him theres just no other version of him in my mind now and im not too sure what to do . uhm

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i am in an incredibly strange situation at the moment . one of the only fnaf muses i have. any motivation to write whatsoever right now is one that ive never. actually written here before? + of course its one that has little to no canon characterization and the way i see the character has been like . irreversibly and irrevocably influenced by someone elses interpretation of him that i used to write with and i. genuinely dont know how to extricate him from their interpretation enough that i can feel that im not like . stealing it. they were so Correct and Right about how they wrote him that i sort of just accepted it all as the Truth ( and a lot of our thoughts about him were the same ) and i dont know how much more of him i can think up to make him unique enough that i dont feel guilty about it. like theres not much else about him i can use to build off of that they didnt already take into consideration. im not trying to steal him theres just no other version of him in my mind now and im not too sure what to do . uhm

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Timothy Olyphant as Raylan Givens Justified (2010-2015)

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was trying to write here some but the fnaf autism has been pushed to the back burner on account of the uhm. justified autism. once again blaming timothy olyphant he is just TOO good as raylan i cant get fucking anything done when im stuck thinking about him. and tim. tim gutterson i hate you so much (affectionate i swear)

i am writing something though! at the very least! thats better than what ive managed in the last few months (absolutely fucking nothing) but i doubt its anything i can post here . so 👍 wtvr

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should i try and work on drafts . is there a point to trying to work on drafts after this long or would it just be weird to pop back up out of nowhere

would yall believe im still here . been here this whole time im just terrified to like . try to interact with people after being away so long it feels . wrong and bad 👍

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would yall believe im still here . been here this whole time im just terrified to like . try to interact with people after being away so long it feels . wrong and bad 👍

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got hit with the writing bug again but i have absolutely no idea how i would even go about getting settled back in on here after being gone for so long uhm